Juice.

"At least you're a pretty crier," Michael murmured, his hand gripping the soft material of her cardigan. He rocked her side to side and pressed a handkerchief to her cheeks. Chardonnay's tears soaked his shirt, sobs hiccuping in her chest.

"When I cry I look like this," he crossed his eyes and pouted.

She giggled and he just squeezed her tighter. "That's what I wanted to hear."

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Chardonnay and Michael have been best friends since freshman year, always confiding in each other without hesitation.

Chardonnay is a non-typical girl-someone most wouldn't go for. Though she's big, her confidence isn't. She's used to feeling alone-until Michael. Michael understood, he could relate.

Now in their senior year, things are changing. Many things-including them.