Just Friends (America X Reader)Just Friends (America X Reader) by MusicAndArtRocker
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Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart
You sighed deeply. In your hands was the last picture from the box, in a homemade wooden frame. You couldn't bear to get rid of it. It was of you and your best friend, Alfred F. Jones.
Excuse me, ex-best friend. It had been almost a year since you left each other. You hadn't called, texted, emailed, nothing.
He blushed lightly, like he always did when you used his nickname. "Um, I...I don't think we can be friends anymore."
"What?" You felt numb all of a sudden.
Alfred took your hands in his and squeezed them lightly. "I don't think we can be friends anymore, _________."
"I-I don't know what to say, Alfred." You pulled your hands out of his grip, trying to catch some of the words dancing around in your head. "I...Are you sure? I mean, I don't know what you're trying to s