You don't set your ex-best friend up, especially one you're still completely smitten with, with your arch enemy. But of course, there's no fun in always knowing better, and there's no one that knew that better than Alexandra Stewart.
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I want to thank you four for the support I've received from you. You are truly amazing for having my back. Love you guys.
(A/N: This one's a memory)
And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones 'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs Setting fire to our insides for fun Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong The lovers that went wrong -Youth, Daughter
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Daisy nervously rung the bell as she adjusted her dress. She wasn't used to dressing this way, it was usually jeans and one good t-shirt. Wearing dresses made her nervous, because every time she tried something out of the norm, any reaction other than extreme approval from anyone at all bummed her out.
The door clicked softly, and as the blonde curls that she'd always wanted to run her hands through came in view, her thoughts came to a screeching halt. He looked different somehow. His usual baggy clothes were gone, replaced by a t-shirt that hugged his lean chest, and shorts that hung low, complementing his perfectly shaped waist. They'd both upgraded what they wore.
But she was the only one who seemed to notice.
He grinned. A sight that was rare. The dip in his face left her dazed, but of course he didn't notice. He didn't notice the efforts she'd put into her appearance either. He just pulled her forward to his chest like he always did whenever they met up, and her heart thudded like it always did. "Happy birthday, Hood."
"Come in." His hand gently slid and rested on her lower back as he led her into the sweet cacophony teenage parties were. On the verge of turning 14, all kids from their grade liked indulging in a faux clone of what parties really are. She could see right through each one, chasing highs and lows and whatever that led them to a sense of being the teenage definition of admirable.
Of course, her friends were playing beer pong, of course. She saw everyone in the circle fixate their eyes on her other best friend. Her brunette waves fell around her shoulders. She clicked her tongue, squinted her eyes and aimed. It went in, and cheers ensued. The smirk that played on her lips all but let on that she'd practiced beer pong before the party, because that's what winners do. And Deborah Michaels was one. A living example of victory.
Deborah made her way out of the crowd, and her eyes lit up when they landed on Robin and Daisy. She pulled Daisy in for a hug, who chuckled, "Hey Deb. Never knew my best friend could ace beer pong."
