Chapter 20

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Sophia's pov:

I quickly wiped my tears.

"Uhm- Ill be right there!" I yelled.

I wiped my tears some more, paused the tv, took my hair out of the freakishly messy bun it was in, put the pillows in their right places, put my blanket down on the couch in a cute way, threw away my gross tissues and then ran to the door.

"Hi!" I said quickly.

"Have you been crying?" Miguel immediately asked.

Well fuck.

"Uhm- No why would you say that?" I asked.

"Because your mascara is like.. Everywhere." He said.

Damn my insecurities.

"Uhm yeah i was uhm- I was taking my makeup off but then i got distracted and-" I tried to make up an exuse.

He walked in.

"Just- yeah let urself in." I mumbled.

I closed the door.

"Why have you been crying?" He asked.

"Uhm well-" I stumbled.

"Why have you been crying?" He asked, slowly raising his voice.

"Well actua-" I stumbled again.

"Who made you cry?" He asked.

You.

He looked angry.

"Uhm.. I was watching the holiday.." I started.

He sighed.

"Oh for fucks sake Sophia i thought someone had hurt you!" I said.

"Iris and Miles are too sweet!" I replied.

"Oh my god." He groaned.

"Why are you even here?" I asked.

"Its tuesday 4pm." He said.

Fuck, i forgot.

"Well uhm.. I don't really wanna see you right now." I said.

"Why not?" He asked.

We walked into the living room and he threw down his bag.

"I don't wanna see anybody right now." I said.

"Okay emo." He replied.

"Fuck you Mikey." I said.

"Not friends i guess." He said.

"Ofcourse not! Ofcourse were not friends Miguel. I don't even know what we are. You tell me were friends, kiss me on the cheek and then call me emo. I have never met someone who is as confusing as you!" I yelled.

Id snapped.

"Okay well uhm.." He started.

"Did you call in sick to watch the holiday?" He asked.

"Yes?" I replied.

"Ill just tell the principal you were sick." He said.

I sighed.

"And ill just like.. Go.." He said.

He picked up his bag and started slowly walking towards the door.

"Miguel?" I asked.

"Yeah Soph?" He replied.

"I don't want you to go.. Without like talking this out.." I said.

"Uhm.. okay.." He replied.

I took his hand and took him too the couch.

We both sat down.

He softly smiled at me and i smiled back.

He rubbed my hand and then let go slowly.

"Miguel, i wanna be friends.. But honestly.. Sometimes.. You're a dick." I said.

"Uhm.. Yeah. I- I am a dick." He replied.

"Exactly." I said.

"So uhm.. How do i not- How do i not be a dick?" He asked.

"Okay first of all, be a little less cocky. Being cocky is like your worst trait. I hate your cockiness." I said.

"Okay.." He said, following my words.

"Second, if you.. You know what, im not even gonna do this." I said.

I stood up.

He followed me with his eyes.

"If i want to change everything about you to be friends with you then maybe.. We shouldn't be friends." I said.

"Soph-" He started.

"No, no its true okay. You're you and I don't wanna do anything to jeopardize that." I said.

"Uhm.. Okay.." He said.

"But Soph please I don't want to hate you."

He stood up.

"So don't. Just treat me as you would any girl you don't know."

"But i do know you."

I looked at him.

"Soph?." He asked.

I hugged him.

Shocked by what i was doing it took him a few seconds to hug me back.

"Mikey?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't know what we are."

"Were a boy who's tutoring a girl who know eachother pretty well."

I pulled away but held my hands in his.

"Sounds good." I said.

I got 2 glasses and filled one with fanta and the other with water.

I gave the one with fanta to Mikey.

"To Sophia and Miguel." I said smiling.

"After all this time, frenemies." I added.

We smiled at eachother and cheered.

"Cmon, lets get to math." He said.

I smiled.

He put out his hand and i held it.

We walked up the stairs and then did our normal tutoring session.

God knows I didn't want to be just a boy and a girl who know eachother pretty well.

Also, halfway through the session i realized i was wearing childish disney pjs. God im embarrassing.

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