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Heather's POV:
I watched my favorite show while eating ice cream that Tuesday afternoon. I was more than comfortable. I felt so at home at Shirley's place. I didn't even bother calling my mother or sister. I needed them out of my life for some time.
Shirley came downstairs, hopping happily for nothing as usual. She was like the sister I'd never had.
"Hey, hon." she called happily as she collapsed by me, "I've been thinking."
"About?" I asked amused.
"The handsome guy I saw in your office." she pretended to faint. I rolled me eyes and laughed.
"Your crazy." I laughed.
"He's so handsome! I'm sure he likes you." she wriggled her brows and I giggled.
"No way. And even if he does, I have Kevin."
Shirley rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, right. Your feelings for him are as fake as my nails."
I burst out laughing.
"Shirley!"
"What? I'm serious. And by the way, that Sheridan, your childhood lover?"
I looked at her. I'd told her about Sheridan and everything actually. Shirley was the only person I could trust. When she mentioned his name, I felt a little sting in my heart.
"Yes? What about him?"
She smiled.
"You might think I'm crazy but after the picture you showed me of him, I think that Ace guy looks a little like him." she smiled playfully. I scoffed.
"Nice try, Shirley. That's not gonna make me fall for him."
"I'm serious!"
"Shirley, Sheridan is probably dead. Please respect his memory."
It hurt to say it.
"But you don't still believe he's dead." she held my hand, "What if he actually came back for you like he'd promised?"
"Shirley, we were kids."
"But what if?"
I looked at her silently.
"What if it was Ace?" she wriggled her brows playfully. I laughed. Shirley seemed ready to use any story to get me close to that guy.
"You're good. You almost got me." I laughed and playfully hit her. She laughed.
"I know, I know. I'm a good actor and a convincing liar." she laughed and stood up.
"Get out of here." I giggled.
"It's your choice, baby. If you're still on Kevin, then I'll try to get the secretary."
"Suit yourself."
She smiled and turned to leave but then stopped.
"Do you know what the craziest thing would be?" she asked.
"What?"
"If this story I just invented about Sheridan and Ace came to be true."
I looked at her.
"That would be crazy." I mumbled.
"I know right."
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