Peter's Pov 

"Alright. It happened in fourth grade when I first met Mike and Shelby in the same class. The three of us were good friends back then and—"

Elsa cut in, "The two of you? And her? Friends?"

I raised his eyebrow at her.

"Processed," she said uncomfortably.

"As I was saying: we became pretty close. After that—and I didn't know how it happened—but Shelby and I practically started dating..."

"You DATED that crazy girl!" This time she screamed out loud.

I shot her a look, giving her the clear sign of my annoyance at her judgement.

"Are you gonna keep stopping at every sentence I say?"

"Sorry."

"Thank you. I really regretted my childish decision because other than that pretty face of hers, she was just a self absorbed narcissist. My stupid brain could not see that only until later on in our relationship, so I finally had enough of that and wanted to break up with her. But of course she refused to accept it and thus began to bug me around. And then came Liv. When she found out that Liv became an addition to our group, she went out of her to sabotage Liv."

I noticed Elsa gazing back at her old friend, as if I saw an expression in her eyes. Perhaps it was guilt. Guilty of parting from Liv all those years ago, even though Liv was the one that parted from her. Or perhaps it was anger. Angry that someone could have done such things to her old friend. Either way, Liv's eyes darted away from hers.

That was what made Liv, Liv. Remembering the days when we first became friends, she stood out as a lovable ray of sunshine. A bubbly, outgoing, optimistic and slightly awkward girl. But above all that, she is also sensitive of her own feelings, and other around her too. It wasn't that Liv could not see the guilt or anger in Elsa's eyes— she would have felt it even without seeing into the pupils.

Liv didn't want to see it. She did not want to acknowledge it. Because if she did, the feeling would become real.

 Elsa cupped her hands in Liv's to calm her down. "Liv, remember our promise to each other all those years ago? About—"

"—About telling each how we feel," she finished Elsa's sentence. "I know... and I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I... I didn't want to make you worry... about me..." She finally was able to cough out a few words.

"We are besties. You can tell me everything. Anything!"

The two girls finally lent in for a hug.

"E, I promise I'll tell you when something's bothering me, alright. And when Shelby makes a move on you the next time, I'll promise to protect you like the guys did to me. I don't want you to suffer again like me," Liv said firmly.

"With you three, I'm sure there's not a chance for her to attach us. If anything, Karen and Mara are suck ups to Shelby. They're like a pair of adoring little groupies or something. I guess they just automatically admire anyone who's even richer and thinner and more expensively dressed than they are."

I immediately felt a little guilty for agreeing to such a petty thought. But we just laughed it off.

"Probably," Mike agreed.

"Well, hopes for suckers," Elsa said randomly, a phrase I often find her repeating.

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