Introduction

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        I never thought that I'd be in this position... Okay, well, maybe once upon a time I had. I will admit that I had indeed pictured Axel Tucker sprawled across my bed, a lazy smirk on his red lips, asking me to put down the pen and come join him. It's not like I hadn't thought about it. But that was then and this is now. Then, we were friends. We saw each other every day, talked every day, bounced on the trampoline in his backyard until our limbs were sore. Now we didn't make eye contact. The most I saw of him was the back of his head in Biology. And that was enough for me. 

        Now here he is. Sprawled across my bed, just as I'd pictured when I was younger. But he isn't lazily smirking at me. He isn't beckoning me towards him. He's drooling on my nice comforter and muttering incoherent, drunken thoughts in his sleep. And I'm stuck with him. Without a fucking clue of what to do. 

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