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Four Times A Matchmaker

Prologue

Bianca

"Sofia stop pushing me"

I laughed, Sofia was pushing me on the couch because I wouldn't give her the seat I was seating in. We were at the cafe`and she always chose this seat, so I decided to take it this time. She finally gave up after 30 minutes of trying to get my butt off the chair.

She huffed and sat down tucking a loose strand of hair behind her beanie. Our drinks came that we ordered 10 minutes ago finally arrived.

"I just think you should find someone. You know someone you can finally settle down with", She said taking a long sip of her drink. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my drink, moving hair from my face.

"Well than why don't you go find me someone", I said sarcastically to her while nonchalantly playing on my phone. She smirked and took another sip of her drink.

"And I know just the right guy", She replied pulling out her phone.

Anastasia

"Hey Thomas, is there any more popcorn in the cupboards"?, I asked, I had a taste for some popcorn and I seriously don't know why. He came back with the freshly made popcorn in the bowl and cups filled with punch.

I smiled and took the bowl, and turned on the TV. Looking to my left to see Thomas on his phone, sneaking a peek on his phone. He was texting his girlfriend, Brooke Barnes. She is basically my enemy, ever since 4th grade.

I groaned and threw popcorn at him.

"Hey, what was that for? Are you mad because you don't have no one to love you like Brooke loves me", he said playfully. Rolling my eyes and throwing more popcorn at him.

"Who said it was for that reason"?, I asked, eyeing him. He smiled and put his phone away and began watching TV with me. Taking some of the popcorn into his mouth, swallowing before talking again.

"You know I can find someone for you".

He said resting his arm on the couch and switching his position of the way he was seating. I turned the same way and nodded my head telling him to keep going.

"Yeah? Like who"?, I asked when he didn't talk. Putting the bowl of popcorn down on the table and licking the butter from my hands, tucking loose strands of hair from behind my ear. He smirked and grabbed his cup of punch.

"Oh, just someone", I punched his arm making his juice spill all over his new set of pants.

"Hey"!, he yelled at me, I laughed and grabbed some napkins.