Sarah is a girl who falls in love with her best friend Chris but his love wasn't enough to prevent Sarah come out to broken heart only by a simple misunderstanding.
Years later they both meet again.
What would happen if they decide to take another c...
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Yesterday I slept very late and the noise of my phone interrupted my dreams, it's a phone call but I can't barely open my eyes.
Complaining, I put my hand around the piece of furniture next to my bed in search of my phone, when I found it I only answered without knowing who's calling.
—Hello?—I pick up sleepy
—Hey Sarah, I'm Chris—I rub my eyes with my hands and sit on the bed—. I'm sorry for calling you so early but I wanted to know at what time I can pick you?— What the hell is wrong with him? We had already agreed that at 7:30 PM. What will be the real purpose of this fuckin call at early morning on Sunday?
—At 7:30, didn't I already told you?—I say a bit rude and annoyed
—Yeah mm...well…The truth is that I wanted to tell you…well ask you if...— he hesitates—, Do you want to come with me for my swimming classes? Then we can go to eat at my house and finally to the amusement park. What do you think?—asks a little nervous
—Okay but at what time?— I ask a little more awake.
—Can I pick you up in 1 hour?
—Sure—I smile slightly despite all
—Well, see you—he laughs briefly
—See you—I hang up as I leave my phone on the bedside table.
I stay a while longer sitting on my bed analyzing the situation that just happened.
Then I get out of bed to go take a shower, later I choose the clothes that I will wear; it took me about 15 minutes to choose and even though I'm not very convinced at all. I combed my hair leaving my hair with small waves at the end. For my makeup I chose a matte red color for my lips, nude eyeshadows, a mask to lengthen my eyelashes and a thick liner, I just hope I don't look too exaggerate but it's the least I can do, look presentable and pretty, well at least I hope that last one.
I go downstairs to take my breakfast and after 20 minutes Chris sends me a message.
I'm about to arrive, give me few minutes
—Are you going out so early?—Asks my mom
—Yes, I don't know at what time I'll be back, I'll inform you, bye mom—I say closing the door and Chris has already arrived. He gets out of the car to open the door for me on the other side, we greet each other and smile.
