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my mom replaced me with a dog... named Chico

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are you dating Timmy?

I miss you please come back

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lover boy is lonely

miss adeline you are SERVING me looks today

lily was so much prettier than her

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My heart sinks when I see that Lily like yet another comment hating on me. I've never even met her before so I'm confused on why she's praying on my downfall so hard.

I sigh as I turn my phone off and enjoy the sight in front of me. I'm sitting at the top of a hill I used to come to all the time when I lived here. It was like my quiet place and it has a perfect view of the sunset.

I came here to think or just to get away from the torture that was High School.

My phone dings catching my attention. I look down at my phone and see that it's Ashley and Eden.

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GROUP MESSAGE

did she seriously

like another comment,

yes I literally don't

want beef

she's being so childish

have you talked to

Timmy about it

yea he said not to

worry about it

I might just walk

my ass to his apartment

and slap him

I'm just trying to

ignore it I'm not going

to beef with her on instagram

that's so childish

I envy you for being

a good person

Timothee needs to

control her

i'd rather he not

because that gives her

an excuse to talk to him

so true she'll probably

try and manipulate

him to be her little

robot again

I gtg help my mom

prepare food for tomorrow

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I lied. I didn't have to help my mom prepare food. We aren't even having a thanksgiving dinner. I just didn't feel like talking about it anymore.

I stand up from my spot on the hill and walk back to my car. I miss being able to walk to everything. I hate driving.

As I'm driving home my mind wonders. I don't know where I'm going until I end up in the parking lot of my favorite ice cream spot.

I used to come here all the time with my friends after school or on the weekends before we went out boating.

I make my way into the ice cream parlor and give my order to the girl behind the counter.

She hands me my cone with chocolate ice cream and I sit down at a vacant table. As I'm licking away at my ice cream I see a pair of feet approach me.

I lift my head to see a familiar face.

Gunnar Blue

"Adeline, how are you?" He smiles down at me, engaging in a conversation that I didn't want to have right now.

I return a smile. "Good" I lie. ""How are you?"

"I'm great now, can I?" I asks, gesturing for the empty chair at the table.

I nod, indicating that he can sit. "It's been a while. The last time I saw you was graduation right?" I speak, taking in his features. He hasn't changed.

"Yea I think so, it feels like longer though" he replies with a nod. "So your in New York now?"

"Yep, going to Columbia" I answer, biting in on my cone. "Where are you these days?"

"I'm also in New York, working for my dad. I skipped the whole college bullshit" he laughs causing me to laugh along.

"You were never one for school" I smile remembering how much he despised school.

"I see you've been modeling a lot more" he comments. "You always swore you were going to be a model when you got out of this stupid town"

I laugh some more as memories of our conversations from school flood my mind. "I'm a women of my word"

"That you are" he laughs along. "Is your number the same?"

"Yep I never change it because I won't be able to remember a new number" I say, putting the last bit of cone into my mouth.

"Well maybe we can grab lunch or something when we're back in the city?" He proposes, my heart filling with guilt as I remember Timothée.

I wonder how he would feel about this.

Despite my thoughts I nod with a forced smile. "Of course"

And with that we say our goodbyes and I make my way home.

I can't get my mind off of the interaction I just had. Gunnar was a close friend in high school. He was the friend that would do anything you told him to. He wasn't scared of any punishment from anyone.

Whenever I wanted to do something stupid and wild, Gunnar would be the person I would do it with.

He looks the same as he did a few months ago. He has shaggy, dark brown hair and hazel eyes and sometimes he would have a scruffy beard.

He dresses the same too. He has an edgy style sense that screams 'I do drugs'.

My mind wonders back to Timothée. I shouldn't feel guilty for talking to another guy, who's been my friend for years, but I do.