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Micky and I have known each other since we were little and he recently fucked off to London.
Yeah I know we aren't on the best of terms we actually don't really like each other, we used to grow up and our mums had to separate us from each other.
Our mums just wanted us to grow up being friends or should I say more then friends they always say that we are going to get married and have kids of our own.
But when I found out he moved to London through social media broke me a little which I didn't want to find out through that.
And when I found out there is a family and friends gathering going on I wished he wasn't coming I'm actually hoping he's too busy with football, I never really follow football at all.
I decided to wear nice clothes and make an effort, i could hear loud laughter coming from outside, downstairs and I swear I could hear some upstairs.
But when I got to our open plan living room, I saw Micky standing there with his mum and my mum as our dads just chatted away.
I completely ignored him and went straight to my cousins, who also thinks the same about Micky and I.
"He's coming your way y/n" she told me as I rolled my eyes.
"What do you want" I asked him as I turned around, "you coming to tell me something" I added on pissed.
"Really y/n what you won't me to tell you everything that happens in my life" he told me.
