Your staying at my house Part 2

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Hope felt a tug on her arm as she was dragged to the other side of the house and pushed into a random room. When she looked around, she remembered what this room was. She looked at the bed, and it was still the same as when she was younger.

This was the guest bedroom in the house where she would sleep every time she had a sleepover. But she never slept in the room. Every time Lizzie's parents went to bed, Hope would sneak into the Blonde's room and sleep in her bed. It became a running joke. The parents knew what Hope was doing, but they would always make her go to the guest room. Knowing she would leave after they went to bed.

"Hope are you there?" Penelope said

Hope shook her head, making the old memories leave her head "yea, I am sorry I was stuck in my head." The girl said

Penelope nodded, knowing exactly what she meant. Hope sat on the bed and stared at the window as Penelope came to the other side and sat next to her.

The auburn hair girl turned around to face the other. "why didn't you tell me what happened with Lizzie and Josie's mom."

"you know why Hope. You weren't ready to receive the message at the time. I wanted to tell you because Josie had me as a friend, but Lizzie was all alone. And no matter how mad you were, you would have been there for her. But I couldn't because you had your problems to work out."

The shorter girl knew she was right, but it doesn't mean she didn't wish for someone to tell her.

Penelope looked at Hope with a smirk she couldn't help but ask, "so how was that kiss."

Hope blushed, and she didn't even try to hide her smile. "it was amazing. I don't know how to explain it."

"It feels like everything in the world stopped. It's you and her and at the moment nothing else matters." Penelope said

Hope realized that Penelope knew precisely how she was feeling. Because that is how Josie makes her feel.

"When Lizzie dropped me as a friend, I wasn't mad at her. I was heartbroken, and if I'm honest, I was also relieved because I didn't have to tell her how I feel. But now we're doing this fake dating thing, and when she kissed me, I wanted it to never end. I know that we're going to stop sometime in the future. I am going to get heartbroken again, but it feels so good right now." Hope said while trying to hold back tears

Penelope saw the pain in her friend's eyes and said, "Hope you can't do this to yourself. It's not healthy. I have to go tell Lizzie to break this fake relationship right now."

She started to walk towards the door when Hope pulled her back and said. "please don't I finally have my best friend back. and I don't care if it's for one more day or one more year I am going to enjoy every minute till I can't."

The girl nodded and promised she wouldn't say anything to Lizzie.

On the other side of the house. The sisters were having a completely different conversation.

"come on, Lizzie; you don't mean that." Josie pushed

Lizzie put her hand over her face and said, "Listen, sister, I love you, but you're wrong on this one. That kiss meant nothing, it was just for show, and you know I don't like girls."

Josie started getting frustrated; she knew her sister was in love with Hope. After Lizzie ended her friendship with Hope, she cried every day on her shoulder for a month. "if that was true, why did you tell me that you don't like guys at all and had crushes on girls."

"look, Josie, I didn't know what I liked when I told you that. and who doesn't have girl crushes here and there when they are people like." Lizzie said before being interrupted

"Hope."

"ugh, Josie, when will you get it through your head that I don't like Hope like that, and I never will?" Lizzie said a little louder than she wanted to not knowing. That Hope and Penelope were right outside the door about to knock.

Hope looked at Penelope and tried to hide her tears as she grabbed her stuff and left the house without a word. She didn't know where she was going to stay that night, but she knew she couldn't stay there.

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