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I hated her with a passion. It was right before the Summer of 2005 when we met. We were both in "The Boyfriend" together. A musical. I was a depressed loner. She was a chatty, happy-go-lucky person.
Fate was against us. I wished to be left alone, and she wanted to continue to harrass me.
I got her MSN. We talked. We fought.
Somehow, once I started dating Justin and opening up to others some more, we started to get along.
By the end of the musical, she had become my friend.
By the end of September. We were good friends.
By mid-October, we were best friends who shared secrets and did girl stuff together and laughed and cried. She kissed my boyfriend, I made her bike for an hour and a half in the rain. Fair deal.
>.:between u & i:.<
.:Hot Tub beneath the stars:.
.:Lesbian Lovers:.
.:Stage kissing:.
.:Rocky Horror Picture Show:.
.:Scared of Ghostopher (my cat):.
.:Evanesence:.
.:Jealous of Justin:.
