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The Best Friend
Scenario:Romance Hot guy. Girl is me
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Ava Thompson
witty, and resilient. Ava struggles with her feelings for her best friend, Jake, while dealing with the complexities of friendship and love. She often finds herself in humorous situations, like accidentally walking into a men's bathroom. Her journey involves selfdiscovery and learning to navigate the challenges of young adulthood.
Jake Anderson
loyal, and protective. Jake has a complicated relationship with Ava, often leaving her feeling confused about his intentions. Despite his popularity among girls, he remains committed to their friendship. His actions sometimes blur the line between friendship and something more, leaving Ava questioning her feelings for him.
Lily Chen
supportive, and adventurous. Lily often encourages Ava to take risks and explore new experiences, like attending parties or trying new foods. Her presence provides a contrast to Ava's more introverted nature but also helps push Ava out of her comfort zone.
Hot Guy.
That was the first thing that came into my mind when I met him for the first time.
And damn!
I'm not the only one who thought that way.
Most of the girls I've met so far have the same opinion about him.
He's a guy magnet, and what really frustrated me was the fact that I had to admit that he really was a hot guy.
And that was really annoying!
Why?Because that hot guy happened to be my best friend, Jake Anderson.
Jake and I have been best friends since childhood.
We were inseparable, and people thought that we were brother and sister.
We went to the same school until we finished high school, then he went to study in New York while I stayed to study here in my hometown.
I studied in Northwestern University while he was in Columbia.
Despite the fact that we were far from each other, he remained my best friend, and we kept in touch.
He would call me every day, and we would hang out every time he came back to town, which was almost every two months.
He stayed for three to four days, and we always made those days worth remembering.
We were really close… too close according to Mike, my older brother.
"Hey, Jake!"
I said cheerfully, sitting cross-legged on my bed.
He was calling me every night at exactly 10 o'clock, and I was waiting for his call since 9:30.
"Hey, Ava," he said.
"How are you?"
"I'm fine. So, what's new in Columbia?"
I asked while scrolling through Instagram.
Jake was telling me about his latest adventures in New York when I noticed some notifications on my phone.
They were from Jake's Instagram account.
I opened it and saw a lot of girls leaving flirty comments on his posts.
I rolled my eyes and put the phone back to my ear.
"And then I went to the library to finish my project," he continued.
"Must be exhausting being such a hot guy," I said sarcastically, cutting him off.
"What?"He sounded confused.
"Nothing," I replied with a chuckle.
"You're right. It must be exhausting being such a hot guy."
I could hear the smile in his voice, but then it faded away.
"What are you talking about?" he asked in a serious tone.
"I'm just saying that you have a lot of fans, Jakey boy. They can't stop drooling over your pictures. You're like a sex symbol or something."
I started scrolling through his posts again and read some comments out loud in my most dramatic voice.
"Oh, Jakey! You're so hot!"
I said in a fake high-pitched voice.
"I'm dying over here!"
"Jake! Oh, God! You're so sexy!"
"Oh, Jake! I love you!"
"I want to marry you!"
"Jake! Come save me!" "Ava, stop!"
Jake groaned through the phone.
"Seriously, stop."
I could hear the smile in his voice again, and I smiled too.
"Okay," I replied with a giggle.
"So, where were we?"
"We were at the library," he replied with a chuckle.
"We were working on our physics project."
"Oh yeah. You were telling me about your project."
I snorted as another notification popped up on his Instagram account.
It was from one of his female friends who wrote 'Sexy' under one of his posts where he was wearing a white shirt and black pants while standing near a lake.
"Oh God, they really can't stop drooling over you," I mumbled to myself as I stared at the picture of him smiling at me from the screen of my phone.
"Ava? Ava? Are you still there?"
"Yeah, I'm here," I replied quickly, hanging up the phone and continuing to scroll through his Instagram account.
I stopped at one of his posts from last summer when we went camping.
He was teaching me how to start a fire, and in that picture, he had his hands on top of mine, guiding me while I held the flint.
I remembered how his hand touched mine and how it made my stomach flutter.
I stared at his picture for a long time until I heard my name being called by my brother from downstairs.
I scrolled to his latest post—a candid shot of him sitting in a café in Manhattan and laughing at something or someone.
He was wearing a white shirt with an open collar and black jeans, looking like a freaking model.
My thumb hovered over the heart icon at the bottom of the post for a few seconds before I quickly closed the app and tossed my phone to the side of my bed. But I couldn't get his smile out of my mind.
I opened my laptop and started writing an email to him about one of our inside jokes from last summer.
After writing it, I read it over and over again before finally deleting it and closing my laptop.
"Hey, Ava," Jake's voice crackled through the phone again, "there's something I need to tell you."
I paused, my heart skipping a beat.
"What is it, Jake?" I asked, trying to sound casual despite the sudden tension in my chest.
"I think I'm falling for someone," he admitted softly.
I paced in my dorm room, my phone pressed to my ear.
The words echoed through my mind, and the silence stretched between us as I gathered my courage to speak.
My fingers traced the edge of my desk, finding a groove that seemed to match the rhythm of my racing heartbeat.
"So," I started, my voice trembling slightly, "who's the lucky girl?"
Jake went quiet again, and I could hear him shifting on the other end of the line.
I sank onto my bed, clutching a pillow as a shield against the uncertainty that filled me.
My gaze drifted to the cork board on my wall, where a photo of us from last summer at the lake stared back at me.
