Two soldiers in the army
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  • Reads 93
  • Votes 4
  • Parts 2
  • Time 11m
Ongoing, First published Sep 02, 2013
What if you became friends with someone you weren't supposed to?
  
  What if the country you lived in sworn you in as enemies?
  
  What if despite it all you ignored the stereotypes?
  
  Knowing that you would always remain friends even after you take your last breathe.
  
  Clint Bramson is a typical English boy, Franz Fritz a German refugee.
  
  Here is their story.
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How Far Will Friendship Take Us?

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“A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.” - William Shakespeare What would I do without friends? What would I do without my best friend? What would I do without the love we share? I’d be lost in this harsh, wild sea of life. Hi, I’m Saskia, and I’m a cheerful girl who comes off as a little crazy, like all Wattpadians. I like making people smile, and I like to write stories. I’m terribly romantic, too. I like to think that my personality fills up the room I walk into. So one day, there was this guy . . . He was Adrian. A reticent, quiet and observant boy, we were polar opposites. But he was sweet, and he could've been popular, with his sarcastic yet offending nobody humour. He could’ve picked and chosen for friends, but I don’t think he knew that. Anyways, so he chose me. There was a certain chemistry between us, a way of knowing what the other was thinking, a tendency to gravitate closer for comfort in times of trouble. If he’d been a girl, Adrianna, perhaps, I’d have stayed his faithful best friend forever. Now there were a few problems facing our friendship . . . I was in love with him. Did I mention I’m a hopeless romantic?