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Lost and Found Kind of Love

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I sighed as I locked my 1970 Ford Bronco, just wanting my best friends here. I had called them on the way and apparently what happened was all over the local news and everyone knew. They said they would be at my house as soon as they could and let me know that they were here for me. I walked into the house and struggled to keep the tears away as mum’s familiar scent filled my nose. The smell of her favourite Chanel perfume she would always apply in our entry way before leaving. I searched for the bottle in our bucket of keys as I slipped off my shoes. When I finally found it I applied some to my neck and wrists, desperate to feel my mom here. And it worked. It felt as if she was hugging me after the long day. I smiled at the thought that of her hugs as unwanted tears streamed down my cheeks. I walked to my room, changed into something a bit more comfortable, and waited for the girls. (OUTFIT: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=86754336 )

I jumped up from the couch, putting away the scrapbook my mum and I made and wiped away tears, walking to the door. I opened it to see my 2 best friends standing on my porch with tear stained faces at loads of junk food in their hands.
“Hey, guys..” I said, unenthusiastically.
They shared a look and, in unison said, “Awww, babe!” and pulled me into their arms, dropping the bags of food.
"Thank you for coming in like the middle of the night... I need you guys so much right now...” I cried into their shoulders, wrapping my arms around them forming a group hug.
They rubbed my back comfortingly and whispered things like “Shhhh, we’re here for you. It’s going to be ok.” in my ear.
“We should probably go inside...” I said, as I realized we just had a total group hug for about 10 minutes on my porch. We walked in and went to the kitchen to put the things they bought in bowls. We all had about 3 bowls in each of our arms and I let out a watery laugh at how stupid Madeline and Vannessa looked as they tried to avoid dropping anything. “AY! THERES THAT LAUGH WE LOVE!” Mads jokingly shouted. We all laughed and set the bowls down on the coffee table. “We made it!” Vannessa said, holding up her hands for a high-five. Mads and I laughed, but high fived her and sat down.
“Story time, my lovelies.” Mads said rubbing her hands together. Vannessa and I groaned and got comfortable. I laid my head on Vannessa’s stomach and propped my feet up on the couch. Vannessa was lying down with a pillow under her head and her legs lying across Madeline’s thighs. Madeline was leaning against the couch by my feet, her ankles crossed and arms resting on Vannessa’s legs. I let out a slight laugh as I said, “What kind of position is this?” The girls laughed and the stories began.