[BoyxBoyxGirl. Polyamorous]
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Falling for the best friend of her crush wasn't on Martha's bingo card. She had more important things to worry about, like the disappearance of her mother which led to the loss of her voice.
But amidst investigations...
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I can't breathe!
I stare at my reflection and she stares back with panic visible in those grey eyes. I pull at the neck of my gown and I'm about to pull it off when the sound of the doorbell saves me.
Cece!
I race down the stairs, Molly right behind me and I run into my dad who was headed to the door already. He reaches out and steadies me, a look of concern in his eyes.
"Is everything okay?" He asks and I try to hum, but I end up making a strangled sound that causes dad to frown at me. "What's the matter? Where are you girls headed dressed like that?"
"To hang with Jonathan," I lie through my teeth. Dad furrows his brows at me, clearly not buying my lie. He starts to question me, but Cece screams from outside.
"Hey! Mr. R? M? Open up!"
"Go on," dad tells me and I rush to the door, throwing it open but freezing upon seeing the stranger standing beside my best friend.
"Hi, M! Meet Praise, my girlfriend. Praise, meet my best friend in the whole world." She introduces me to the shy looking girl who looks like she's trying to hide behind her.
Granted, Praise is really pretty and on any other occasion, I would have been excited to meet Cece's new fling, today is just not one of those days.
"Why the fuck is she here today of all days?" I near-yell and dad appears behind me.
"That's not a nice thing to say to our guest, baby." He pulls me aside, leaving room for the couple to walk in.
Praise is a head taller than me so she makes Cece look smaller than she already is. She has a really round and chubby face that makes her seem even younger and prettier, Jason would lose his mind. Mason would go crazy over her foundation which looks a shade lighter than her complexion, but I've heard getting darker shades of foundation is a hassle, so I won't hold that against her.
She looks nice and friendly, like someone I may actually enjoy talking to. She has a rosary around her neck and the hand that isn't in Cece's is fiddling with it nervously. She's in a long-sleeved black knee-length gown with huge white polka dots on it and I have half the mind to tell her it looks ridiculous.
"Hello, Praise," my father tries to make her feel welcome. She turns to him and stiffens even more and I furrow my brows in wonder.
"Good morning, sir," she greets and I grimace at the formality. It just sounds really wrong hearing someone call my dad 'sir'.
Who is this girl.
"Sir?" Dad shares my sentiment. "You can call me Chris –"
"Or Mr. R," Cece enthusiastically inputs and dad shakes his head as he chuckles fondly.
"Are you going to be hanging around here often?"
"Yes!" Cece answers the same time I say "No"
My best friend turns a stare to me that clearly says 'why are you being mean' and I shrug. I've known Cece for a while and long-term relationships are just not her thing. She sees a shy and clingy person and she basically adopts them, then she gets bored and breaks up with them. It's just what it is.
