Just Friends

Just Friends

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Alexa: Life is a bitch. About a minute later, he responded. Carter: Okay? Would you like to explain why? Alexa: Yess. Yes I would. The store was full of customers today. My ears were filled with complaints today. Somebody asked me why we didn't sell frickin' condoms. Carter: Does that make life a bitch? Alexa: If it doesn't, I don't know what does. Carter: Is life a bitch when your best friend found you a place to live? I couldn't believe my eyes. Alexa: Spill. Carter: Well, I know people. Alexa: People who give people apartments? Carter: Basically. Alexa: What's the catch? Carter: Catch? What catch? Alexa: These things always have a catch. Carter: No they don't. Alexa: Yes, they do. Carter: Fine. The catch is that I have to live there to. The buyer is the tenant. The tenant lives there. I dropped my phone, and sat there paralyzed for a minute. I have to live there to. I have to live there to. I have to live there to. I kept on repeating those words in my head. Carter and I? Living together? I picked up my phone. Alexa: You can't be serious. Carter: But I am. The guy needs an answer in two days. It's either you take it or you don't. I have to live there too. My brain exploded and I died. Oh, if only that would happen. Alexa: I need to think about it. I typed, but deleted it. Fine. Carter: Okay. Start packing. I exhaled. This was going to be one hell of a ride ☆☆☆ Alexa and Carter have been best friends since they were toddlers, with no benefits except for the benefit of friendship. But all that changes when they move in together. Feelings change. The temperature rises. Things get confusing...
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"Mom, not today. I don't even know why you're making me go. Today is dads..." I didn't want to finish and remind her of dads' birthday. My phone kept ringing, I already knew it was Dakota, he's my childhood best friend. "Just take your brother to school, please!" She exclaimed. She looked miserable. I shut the door and smelled the freshly cut grass. I smiled to myself knowing it was my dad's favorite smell. "Alexandria! We're gonna be late, can you stop daydreaming and get in the car." My brother, Cory hollered. He hates to think about dad. He just forgets. I Jeep Wrangler and I started the car, Cory rolled down his windows. "Are we sitting together at lunch today?" Cory asked me. "No I want you to sit with your friends, I'll be alright alone." I told him. "Alright Alex, believe it or not I actually love you. And I love you enough to tell you, you need friends." He admitted. "Have fun. Love you too, Corky." I laughed at the name I gave him when I was a kid. He smiled at me then left into the school. I went on to go to a flower shop. I stopped and got out. I walked in the shop. "Ally, do you have my order, the cars running?" I asked Ally. "Yeah Alex, I have it. Your order for 1 dozen Chocolate Cosmos, 2 dozen Daises, and 1 dozen yellow Roses." "Thanks Ally." I grabbed all the flowers then ran back to the car. I drove to the grave. I threw all my stuff into my bag. I grabbed the flowers and I pulled my bag over my shoulder and got out. I looked around and saw people young and old coming here to see their loved ones. I saw my families graves. Almost my whole family will be buried here. My grandpa always said it was sacred. I put the Cosmos on my dad's grave. The Daises on my grandmothers and the Roses on my grandpas. I talked and talked to them till I pull my pack of cigarettes out of my bag along with a lighter. I put the cancer stick in my mouth and lit it. "You guys are probably really mad right now. Blame peer pressure in 9th grade."

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