"He so loves you," Jane scoffed. "I know. I love him too. He's my best friend," I smiled, watching him laugh with the guys. "You're not as smart as I give you credit for," she sighed. "Okay, that's unnecessary," I scoffed. "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆." - 𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔