My friend had come up with an idea for their song. She was pulling me and her boyfriend along with her. "If they ask, it's your idea." She stated and looked at me. I rolled my eyes.
"Sure, fine. Sounds good to me." I muttered as she let my arm go, her boyfriend slipping his arm around her. I again felt like the third wheel. I hated it. Every time we were never able to hang out alone. Her boyfriend Jake was always with her.