"Well, I kinda like him, but not total like him." I admit to Amy (my best friend in the whole universe.) "Well if he asked you out what would you say?" She questions.
"Yes... probably," I reply.
"Ahh, so you do like him."
"No... actually, maybe I do like him. Yes I like him. Don't tell ANYONE!!!" I write in bold so she understands.
"I could tell him for you, just so he knows. You never know he might like you too." Amy states.
"Or not." I say, deciding I've won this one!
"Well, are you gonna take your chances or not?" She says forcefully.
"Ok, but don't tell him it's me, just say 'a friend of mine likes you'... Ok?!"
"Yeah sure, anyways mums nagging me to get of my phone and come downstairs 'diner' she says, but I bet it's not even on the table yet!" I say knowing it never is.
"Ok bye then. You've not had tea yet! See you tomorrow!"
"Bye!" I reply. And that's that.
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Tea could have been good. Yet due to mums crap cooking, It wasn't
Menu:
Over cooked veg (yum... not)
Runny, sloppy chicken and bean curry (like the one at school, but worse)
And for pudding, yoghurt. (Even thinking about it makes me gag)
Thinking about it, it couldn't have ever been good but it couldn't have been worse either. So I fed it to the dogs and decided to stick with toast
