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5secondsofbooks
5secondsofbooksSo. I'm terrible at bios. #bestbioever
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Sage Nelson is an 18 year old girl in her last year of highschool, but of course, her focus isn't on that at all. She cares more about her friends then she ever would her grades, and stays at her best guy friend, Malcolm Brookes' house more than her own. Just your typical teenager, right? Well obviously, because that's what they all say.

WARNING: This book is full of moments where you will tell yourself repeatedly; "I told you so." and so on. You may or may not laugh (I mean it's your choice right?) and maybe even cry, although that's not the goal.

The goal is that my readers (wherever you are) are touched by this book, can feel and relate to the characters inside. And I'm really hoping that I get a lot of feedback from this :3
No, I don't mind whether it's positive or negative, because I need to know what I need to work on :)
Thank you, and I really hope there's someone out there that likes my work.

- This is dedicated today the first person to welcome me to Commaful. @sydney. Thanks a bunch 😊

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1 - I Should Have Known

It didn't take long for me to register the fact that I wasn't in my own bed when I woke up on a Saturday morning in a pair of oversized jeans.

But when I rolled over to face the other person in the bed, I was glad to see it was my best friend, Malcolm Brookes. And thank the lord, he was in his own clothes - well, unlike me.

But I didn't question it, because 1; he was asleep so there was no point, and 2; I knew he would never try something on me. But that didn't stop me from wondering what happened last night.

For now, I decided to get up and find some female clothes, no matter how comfortable Mal's jeans were. The bed didn't do so much as squeak when I got off it, which I was thankful for.

I didn't want to wake him. I wandered over to his closet and sorted through his clothes, hoping to find something the tiniest bit feminine. I shrugged when I found a singlet with a skull on it.

I took it out and held the jeans I was currently wearing up so they wouldn't slip off me. God that would be embarrassing. I looked for a pair of his skinny jeans and smirked when I found a pair.

They were the ones I got him for Christmas. He actually kept them. Shaking my head, I tiptoed out of his room and to the bathroom. After I got changed, I walked back and sat on his now empty bed.

"Boo!" he yelled out of nowhere, grabbing my shoulders from behind me. I laughed and smacked his hand lightly. "Not funny." "Then why did you laugh?" he smirked, making me roll my eyes.

"Because your attempt at making me scream was just hilarious." "So was the way you made that sound." He teased. I gave him a sour look. "By the way, thanks for the oversized jeans."

He grinned and I frowned in thought. "Did I spill something on my clothes last night? I always end up doing that on our movie nights." I groaned. "Nope." he chuckled, taking a seat beside me.

"I just think you look cuter than usual in my clothes."

And that, dear readers, is the first chapter of Oversized Jeans.

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