An open bag of chips in my hand. Overhead, birds fly by faster than I remember.
I catch glimpses of her eyes. So much is hidden under that exterior, I'm going to understand it all, and it seems promising. I don't know how I got attached, or why I was attracted to her, but dang she's a beauty. And maybe that's why I love her. And I do fucking love her.
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Teen FictionI'm in love with my best friend. I don't know why, but somehow, I'll find out. Story includes: swearing.
