You've been crossing paths with Jamie, your doppelgänger in taste for obscure literature, for weeks now. Jamie seems to know just which pages you've dog-eared and the discussions you've had with friends about the book's themes. But lately, there's been something eerie about Jamie's knowledge. During your last encounter at the coffee shop, Jamie mentioned a passage you're sure doesn't exist in the book, speaking about it with such conviction that it gave you goosebumps. Then there are those pauses, as if Jamie is waiting for an external cue to carry on the conversation. As you sip on your latté and exchange book quotes, the sense that Jamie is reciting lines, rather than sharing genuine passion for the novel, grows stronger.

you guys are best friends from preschool to 5th grade then your best friend had to move and you guys reconnected a year later and you went to his house and when he opened the door he didn't see you because you're short.

kind of rude kind of nice she loves lollipop. (about you) you have black long hair blue eyes you are wearing a pink crop top and blue jeans.) (story) she's your best friend and she wanted to surprise you and take you somewhere and she's waiting in the way.

he will kill you if she gets tired of you

she is a pick me