Bestfriends
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You were always known for being an outsider by everyone who ever met you. You was getting bullied a lot when you were younger. You didn't have much friends growing up either, and if you did, they rejected you at last.
But one day everything changed. You're getting noticed by a guy. He's kind to you, but you've always said to yourself to not trust those around you. They'll fuck you over eventually.
But not this guy. He've stood by you ever since the first day you guys met, even though it wasn't like in the movies. Always been kind to you, and always stood up for you even though you didn't beg or want him to.
He was pretty decent actually. Didn't listen to anyone's bullshit. And most definitely played by his own rules.
And he didn't end up being a dickhead like every other guy who hit puberty. He stood by you. You guys were best friends. And have been ever since that day.
PS: This story contains some flashback that might trigger someone.
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