Friends forever. Not. (Lohanthony fanfic)

Chapter 3

I wake up on Sunday Morning really early. It's 6am. The sun is bright and theres not a cloud in the sky. Not to hot and not to cold. I go for a run and then take a nice cold shower. After my shower I put on pink victoria secret shorts and a plain white sweater. I make some coffee them blast music in my headphones and look around my room. My dresser has a picture frame that says 'Best Friends' in the middle is a picture of me and Amber when we were 11. I rip up the picture and throw the frame into my closet. Next on my bookshelf there's this picture frame she painted me for Christmas. It was a square and in the middle was a heart and one of the best pictures of us ever taken. I threw it in the trash. I look at my old camera and turn it on. I run through the photos until I see this one photo. It was of the first time we hung out.

I remember that day. She was wearing a blue shirt with a short white cardigan and white shorts. We both were about 8. I had on a orange and blue striped dress with black pants on underneath. She was getting out of her dad's old silver car. Her mom was chatting with my dad. They could talk for hours. We go inside and talk. Then an hour later we go into my backyard.

I said, "I have this jungle gym. Wanna go play on it?"

She shook her head yes and we both ran to it. I was standing on the ledge of it and she was sitting on the slide.

I began talking, "So the other day I was walking-" then suddenly I fell off the ledge of the jungle gym, hit the gravel and curl up in the corner. Amber stared laughing and then helped me up. From that point I knew she was gonna be my best friend. I thought wrong.

"Rebecca Sanders! Why on earth are you blasting music this early in the morning. Your brother is trying to sleep." My mom yells through my door.

"At least his best friend didn't dump him." I mumble.

My mom opened the door, "What did you say now?"

"Nothing mother."

She notices all the photos are in the garbage of me and Amber and asked what happened. I told her everything.

"Bex you should of told me sooner. One day karma will strike back at her in the ass. People like her just can't handle their own friendships and then their other friends seem to control her other friendships. You'll have a new friend soon. What about that boy that was here yesterday?" She comforts me. Her words really helped.

"Thanks mom. He's my friend Anthony. He just moved here from Boston." I tell her.

We talk for a bit and then I finish cleaning my room.

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Finally I relax by siting on the couch in the living room while my brother Patrick watches tv. My brother is the same age as me. Where not twins but we are born in the same year. He is really popular and has lots of hot friends. I text Anthony while he's stuck unpacking. I offered to help but then sent me a photo of the mess and said he has to do it by himself. I laugh at the text.

"What's so funny?" Patrick asked.

I laugh saying, "Nothing just my friend he sent me a funny text."

"Who your boyfriend?" He laughed.

"No the new kid in our school named Anthony. He moved here from Boston. Do you know him?" I asked

He thinks, "No never heard of him or seen him."

"You would if you were home yesterday."

He shrugged. "Oh I was at Lindy's house all day with the gang. I heard what happened between you and Amber. She was ugly anyway and too weird for you."

"Where you hear that from?"

"I have my people." Patrick saids and then focuses on his phone.

I stand up and sit closer to him. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure?"

I wait for a moment then ask, "Am I really that much of a dork? Is that why you and your friends don't like me?"

"What are you talking about? Your not a dork. Look just some people don't like you doesn't mean that your a dork. Just you don't talk much." He says looking up at me.

"I know. I'm trying to fix that. Just you never invite me to parties neither your friends."

Patrick says, "I just thought you didn't like parties. It'll be okay I'll help you become more talkative. Just don't listen to what Amber says. She doesn't know the first thing about friendship. If she did then she wouldn't have left you."

I hug him and say, "Thank you Patrick. Your the best."

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