Chapter 4

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"Admit it you like him!" My sister says while poking me in the face.

She's so annoying.

"He's my BESTFRIEND!" I scream trying to convince her different.

"And....... That doesn't mean anything. Just because y'all are best friends doesn't mean that you can't feel something more. I mean maybe its mutual..maybe he likes you too. I think you should tell him how you feel."

"What are you TALKING about!?!? He as in Kade is my BEST....FRIEND. There's nothing more nothing less." I say trying to sound neutral.

"Are you trying to convince me or yourself?" She said with a slick smile.

I hate this human.

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Later that day at the mall

"This dress is so cute! I don't think it looks right." I say to my sister trying to squeeze  into the tightest pants ever.

"FINALLY! VICTORY!" She yelled as she buttoned the pants.

"Photo Shoot!" I yell

*100 selfies later*

"Nobody can ever see me in this dress. I look hot though." I say confidently.

"You do. Pose." She snapped a quick picture and we got back into our regular clothes. We went to a couple more stores.

"Off to the food court!" I yell as a war cry.

After we ordered our food and sat down we ate in comfortable silence.

"Remember how you said you never wanted anyone to see you in that dress?" she asked innocently.

"Yea I remember.....you didn't post it on Instagram did you?" I asked

Oh gosh

"No! I would never! I sent it to Kade." she says nonchalantly.

"YOU WHAT?!?!?!" I yelled getting strange looks from the people around us.

"I sent it to Kade. I thought you would want your "best friend" to see you in the dress. No big deal." She said shrugging. 

"You're right.

This is so bad

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J: Heyy

K: Hola

J: Did you see the dress?

K: Yea.

J: And?

K: And what?

Idiot

J: What did you think? 

K: You looked beautiful

J: Thanks ☺☺☺

K: Welcome. Wyd?

J: Sitting at home. Bored. You?

K: Same. 

J: Oh

K: Yea

I didn't even know what to say.  I did but I just didn't have the heart to.  Some things are better left unsaid. 

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