Crossroads

Hey readers! This is my first story and I really hope you like it! It's about a girl who is 17. She has just Lost everything. Harsh right? In the little town, she knows she can't run from it. It's everywhere. She needs to escape. But how? Will she find a way to get over him? With a new guy in her future. Is she ready?

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13. Remembering Ryan

I pulled up Molly's house. I didn't even make it out of the car before she was running out the door.
"Hannah!!!!" She screamed.
"Molly!" I screamed back. We ran at each other. We made it into a big hug with minor damage to us. We always usually scratched each other trying to figure out which way who was going. That sort of thing happened a lot.
(Molly's pov)
"Where's LeeAnna?" I asked.
"With Liam." She tried to say it casually.
"So you two survived your year long journey."
"Yes. We had one fight but it was quickly resolved."
"That's good."
"Can I come in?" She asked.
"Of course." I replied. We walked into the living room and sat down by the fire place. My flat was rather pretty and very decorated thanks To my sense of style and grandparents wallet. I smiled at the memory of us painting this room. We were frustrated and eventually got into a fight. She had slapped me with a wet paint brush all to seriously. We eventually got into a huge paint fight. We ended up laughing out asses off at the sight of us in her wall mirror. We were always just that close.
She interrupted my thoughts by laughing.
"What?" I asked.
"This picture." She was holding the picture of us in theatre class in high school. We were doing a toothpaste commercial. I was standing next to Ryan who was making a duck face. Me and Hannah were red in the face because we were laughing so hard.
"I love this picture." She smiled
"I miss high school sometimes." I whispered. The pain from remembering that awful day filled in my chest. I missed Ryan. I really did. I wanted to be happy with Niall. I really did. Ryan was still so fresh in my memory.
"Me too." She responded. We spent the rest of the night relaying old times I missed these moments. I wasn't letting her leave again. Ever.
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