They’d been best friends since fourth grade, when he’d shared his last strawberry milk during a fire drill. Eli had curly hair that fell over his eyes, a laugh that sounded like a duck being tickled, and a habit of sending her blurry photos of his dog, Waffles.
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Mia’s thumb hovered. Her stomach felt like a shaken soda. They’d been best friends since fourth grade, when
She’d never had a crush before. Not a real one. The kind where you notice how someone’s hand looks on a pencil. The kind where you start planning what to wear to school even though you share a homeroom. Young Teen Sexy Girl