Disclaimer: In case someone wants to sue me, all characters, except ones who might be mentioned later on, and you don't recognize, belong to Melissa Morgan.
SOME ONE YOU KNOW, LIKE, AND TRUST.
Priya sighed. The breeze tickled her feet, a tree seemed to sway in the distance.
Priya listened to the chirping of the birds. Not that she was interested in such. She suddenly sat up, sensing something, and also trying to shake her -well, there was really no other way to describe it-sandy hair. She looked down; she'd made a sand angel!
"Hey, Priya." Jordan. Priya's BFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF. Continue until a million with the Fs, and we have a deal.
It was totally true that they were BFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF FFFFFFFFFs.
Count the Fs.
"Hi, Jordan," Priya quietly greeted him as he sat beside her, hair blowing in the wind, hugging his knees to his chest. "'Sup with you, Brynn, and-" Priya made a face-"Ben?" Priya's ex-crush was Ben. Sure, it was a bit of tiny, teeny-a lot of a "tiny, teeny", actually-crush, but she was still sorely disappointed that Brynn won him over.
"The same." It was Jordan's turn to be quiet-and have tears brimming, then spilling out of his eyes.
"I know. Everything's different, changed-wrong."
Jordan smiled shakily. His bright green eyes seemed to smile a little too.
"Give you a point if you tell her to throw up on you."
Jordan rolled his eyes. "Um, why would she even feel sick? Besides, that is not part of the plan."
Priya shrugged, putting on a bewildered face. "Well! Give you a point if you burp the alphabet without a soda."
Jordan grinned. That was more like it.
Priya clasped his hand.
Her voice was soft, and she didn't finish.
And she realized she wasn't sure she had anything else to say, anyways.