MayBell and Will have been best friends forever.
MayBell can't imagine her life without Will in it.
So what happens when Will confesses his love to her and she doesn't feel the same?
Well I guess you'll have to read to find out.
But one thing is...
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I wake up the next day feeling oddly refreshed and feeling a little better about the whole situation.
Feeling more in control.
But unfortunately, still way in over my head.
"May, breakfast is ready!" Elizabeth screams obnoxiously from downstairs.
I cover my head with my comforter, snuggling into the warm comfort of my bed. I wish I could just sleep and dream forever so I wouldn't have to worry about my real life problems. But then again, that's kind of the same thing as being dead and that's just depressing.
"I'm coming!" I holler back, my voice scratchy and sleep ridden.
Tearing the covers off, I force myself out of bed.
"Hey google." I grumble, "Play my wake up playlist." I tell my speaker from across the room.
Should I Stay Or Should I Go by The Clash starts playing and I bob my head along as I search through my closet looking for something decent yet extremely comfortable to wear.
I come up with two options. One being no clothes at all and the other being a pair of dark gray leggings with Calvin Klein up the side in white letters with a large comfy baby pink sweater.
I think the latter would be the option that doesn't get me arrested. So let's go with that.
After getting dressed, brushing my teeth, and washing my face, I trot downstairs to eat breakfast. I enter the room to see my family members shuffling around the kitchen as they pile as much food on their plates as possible.
"What's for breakfast?" I inquire, peaking at my fathers plate as he passes by, before plucking a piece of bacon off of it and giving it a crunch.
"Bacon and pancakes. Mom you read my mind I love you." Grabbing a plate off of the counter, I plant a kiss on her cheek.
"You're welcome but it was your father's idea. I was going to make oatmeal." She laughs.
I gasp. "Mom! Ew!"
I hear my dad's laughter coming from the table. "You're welcome." He yells.
"Yeah yeah." I mumble with a contained smile.
After scarfing down a generous amount of pancakes and bacon, I head up to my room to figure out my plans for tonight. As my mom said, there's no way I'm going to just sit at home for New Years Eve.
I mean, I definitely would sit in bed and binge watch Stranger Things but I have friends who will literally kidnap me. Potato sack and everything.
I check my iMessages to see if anyone has contacted me with ideas for tonight but no such luck.
I roll my eyes. As usual I have to be the one to confirm things. Even though they'd all be mad and eventually come after me at the last minute. But I need to be prepared. That's just how I am.
