18 Years (Hunter Hayes Fanfic)
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"Will you be my bestest friend forever?" I asked my new friend, Hunter. "Well duh!" He said, laughing. "Of course I will!" "Pinky promise?" I asked, uncertain. He nodded and held out his pinky, which I quickly took in mine. That was the start of the greatest friendship I could ever have. But could that all be thrown away from one decision? Eighteen years is a long time, but is it long enough to save a breaking friendship? (Based in the song '18 Years' by Daughtery)
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