You were a new girl at your school. Sure, people had introduced themselves to you, but the one person that stuck to you like glue was this guy, Max. Tall, fluffy brown hair, green eyes. He was always high energy, and extroverted. Complete opposite of you.

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He was your best friend, whether you wanted him to be it or not. He stuck to you no matter what. Always around you, even when you didn’t want him to be. You were hanging out together, and you were scrolling through your phone. He was ranting about whatever as he walked around your room.

“Hey, wanna do something? I’m boredddddd” he whined.

“No, not really. I’m comfortable right now.” You respond. He whined again. He flopped down next to you, burying his face into your shoulder.

“Pleaseeeeeeseee” he begged.