Best friends
Avery had a problem. Avery was a stud. She wore oversized hoodies, fresh sneakers, and carried herself with the kind of confidence that made people assume nothing ever bothered her. But one girl bothered her. Lena. Not in a bad way. In the worst way possible. Because Avery was hopelessly, ridiculously in love with her. And Lena had absolutely no idea. "Move over," Lena complained one afternoon as she flopped onto Avery's bed. Avery immediately shifted over, trying not to stare as Lena casually curled against her side like it was the most normal thing in the world. Which it was. For Lena. For Avery, it was torture. Lena tucked her head against Avery's shoulder and sighed happily. "You're comfy." Avery stared at the ceiling. Don't smile. Don't smile. Don't— She smiled. "Yeah?" "Yeah." Lena yawned. Avery's heart nearly exploded. How was she supposed to survive this? Because Lena always did things like this. She held Avery's hand when crossing busy streets. She stole Avery's hoodies. She l
About Best friends
Avery had a problem. Avery was a stud. She wore oversized hoodies, fresh sneakers, and carried herself with the kind of confidence that made people assume nothing ever bothered her. But one girl bothered her. Lena. Not in a bad way. In the worst way possible. Because Avery was hopelessly, ridiculously in love with her. And Lena had absolutely no...Read more