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"Stupid idiots that are the police. I cannot believe that they accused you of something like that!" Ben screams. We were sitting in his room staring at the ceiling.

"Oh, yeah. I hate them." I was lost in the thought about the day when Ben hit Garred. We never spoke of it again. He never spoke to me again for the next 13 months. It was crazy. It was horrible. It was hell.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I don't know, they shook me up a little in there. I can't forget the officer screaming at me as if I were some kind of dog not obeying their freaking owner."

"Yeah, I understand."

Brice had left the town for a bit and he had called saying he missed me. I smiled at that.

Ben grabbed me and played some music on.

Everybody loves the things you do

Ben grabs my arm and he smiles. We get up.

From the way you talk

He starts swaying side by side and starts to dance with me. He smiles into my eyes.

To the way you move

Everybody here is watching you

He keeps dancing with me and then he kisses me on the cheek.

Cause you feel like home

"I love you."

You're like a dream come true

"I love you more," he says.

But if by chance you're here alone

Do we actually love each other like that? We are just best friends, right?

Can I have a moment

"Claire, did you kill your parents?"

Before I go?

"Ben, why are you asking me this."

Cause I've been by myself all night long

"Because best friends tell the truth to each other."

Hoping you're someone I used to know

"Ben, do you not believe me?" I start to cry.

You look like a movie

"Yes, I believe you."

You sound like a song

"Okay." And I really feel that he believes me, because best friends trust each other. 

My God, this reminds me

He smiled and then he leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.

Of when we were young

I look into his eyes and I feel safe. Like I am not in all of this mess.

Let me photograph you in this light

We lay down on the bed and let the music play on...

The song "When We Were Young" by Adele ends and I am crying. We cry together.

That's what best friends do. 

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