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A few weeks passed since the incident. I avoided Amber like the plague, because really… I was hurt. She didn’t have to explain it to me, but she just kept trying. Eventually, I started to give in a little. I would talk to her, but the second she brought it up I couldn’t help but ignore her. I guess I was being childish. I just didn’t want to hear it. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. From: AmBer1:41pmDo you wanna come play soccer? It’s kinda weird by myself… I ground my teeth together for a few seconds before deciding what the hell. To: AmBer1:43pmYeah, give me like five minutes. I’ll meet you out there. Getting up, I searched through my draws for my athletic clothes. I didn’t go to the gym as often as Amber did, really. I just practiced our dances a lot. It was easier for me. But, my search ended up fruitless. So I went out to find Victoria unnie. She’s really like our mom, if we can’t find something we go ask her. And not to mention, she cleans for us and nags us to clean our rooms. “Ummmmaaaaa~!” I tried to put as much aegyo into my voice as possible. I’ve been depressed since Sulli left, honestly. And then my sister had those issues. And now I’m having issues with Amber. So, I had to try harder than usual to do stuff. Sulli and I still get to talk often though. And unnie is always a call away. That makes it easier, honestly.  “What’s up ddungie?” I smiled sweetly at her, trying to soften her up. “Have you seen my athletic clothes?” She laughed a little. “Ddungie, you got rid of them two years ago.” Oh, shit. I nodded slowly before going back to our room. Suddenly, an idea struck. Amber was still my best friend, she’d made that pretty clear. So there was no way that she would mind if I just sort of borrowed her clothes, right? Making my way back to our room, I went through her drawers and found just what I needed. I’d only borrow a pair of her shorts, since I could just as easily wear one of my undershirts with it. Pulling on her basketball shorts, I dug through my drawer for one of the wifebeaters I always wore as an undershirt. They were kind of a thin material, but they weren’t as flimsy as the other undershirts I had. So I tended to prefer them. Once I had that on, I tucked it into the shorts and looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t help but laugh. If I wore a hat, I’d look vaguely like Amber I bet.  A black hat was just hanging on the corner of the mirror. Shrugging, I grabbed it and put in on backwards, after pinning my bangs to the side. I couldn’t help but giggle at my own appearance. If I didn’t have such a soft face, and if my hair was at my shoulders rather than past them; I’d totally look like one of the twelve-year old girls that hung out in my neighborhood back home. Clearing my throat, I found myself embarrassed at my own giggle fest. But, once calm I sat on the bed and laced up my shoes before texting Amber that I was on my way. And then out the door I went. so this chapter is a bit shorter than the first one, but thats because the next one is going to be from amber's pov and i figured i should dedicate more time to that. since this is a krystal-centric story, but i did want a little bit of insight from ambers side too. although it depends, because honestly it could turn to me switching between the two of them or not. really its a work in progress, but i have a few ideas i might use for it. also, its not yet midnight here so this is double update day for me lol. maybe triple. anyways! onto the next chapter --->