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Mason Phillips. We constantly hung out and never left each others side, besides showers, sleeping, and changing clothes of course. But everything else- yeah, we were connected at the hip. Well, as much as seven year olds were aloud to hang out. I always liked him more than just a friend, but I was seven? What did I know? In short, he was my best friend, until..

"Your moving?" I questioned.

"Yeah.. My mom said we were going on a very long trip. And that I-I may.. never see you again." Tears began to form in my eyes.

"Mason, don't leave." I cried, hugging him tightly.

"Abby, I have to. I will come back to see you again, and when I do, we're going to get married like they do on TV and run away, okay?" He asked. I giggled and nodded my head slowly, my tears stopping.

"I'll write everyday. Maybe call? If daddy let's me." He told me, before giving me a hug and leaving.

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Ten years. No letter, not a single fucking phone call. I hated him. He lied to me. Oh well, I think my life was great without him? Yeah, I had a new best friend, Scarlett. She was alot like me, and I was glad that I had a girl that I could tell everything to.

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I was dancing around in my room with Scarlett as Avenged Sevenfold's 'Afterlife' blarred throughout my speakers. We jumped onto my bed and started playing air guitar when Zacky Vengance and Synyster Gates duet started playing. When the song was over, we busted out laughing and crashed on my bed, falling asleep a few minutes later.

"Abigal! Wake up!" My mother yelled from the kitchen. I rolled off the bed, and stood up. Scarlett was sprawled out across my bed, it was a wonder I managed to stay on it. I walked in the bathroom, brushed my hair down that because it was still messed up from our "show last night."

The door bell rang and I went to get it, seeing my mom was for some reason cooking a big meal. Me and Scarlett didn't eat that much, but whatever. I opened the door, putting my hands over my face to block the sunlight.

"Abby?" The voice asked.

"Hm, yeah?" I asked, still with a sleeply voice.

"Don't you recognize me?" It asked again. I looked up, and shook my head no. "It's me, Mason.." He said. My eyes widened, in amazement of course. A smile grew on my face; until I came to my senses. He Left Me. I loved hated him. My smiled turned to a frown, then slammed the door shut in his face. Some nerve he had.

okay, so this story idea just popped into my head when I was at pizza hut earlier today. ha, anyways. lemme know what ya think? :] 

oh, yeah. i can't find a descent background. anyone have an idea where i can find on? thanks. :]