Note: Okay so thanks Ani for giving me inspiration without even meaning it!
"You told me" Samantha blamed pressing her accusing finger against my chest. "You told me that you liked him"
"I don't! He, isn't my type" I lied applying a thin layer of blush on my cheeks.
"Not your type! Please, you were begging me to help you with him and now you say 'he's not your type'" Samantha laughed and took another grape from the glass bowl. She lounged in her chair, feet sticking off the arm.
Truth was, I was crazy about him. Not only crazy, but excited to secretly meet him tonight. I fixed my eyelashes with some mascara and closed the bottle tightly.
"What are you even getting ready for?" Samantha questioned chewing the pulp out of the purple fruit.


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