I was seven years old when I met him. Dark black hair, a michevious smile and good manner.
He was quite attractive and a lot of people liked him.
His mum and my mum are best friends and colleagues, but he never talks to me when we see each other...
Just a bored expression on your face and you always look away from me.
Why are you doing this to me? I'm just trying to make friends...
Its not that I even like you anyway.
YOU ARE READING
My So Called Friend
Romance~COMPLETED~ The thoughts of a girl who fell in love with her so called friend. (A very old and cringey story- from a very young and cringey me)
