Tucked inside is a note.
You didn’t take the breakfast I left in the fridge for you, and I know you haven’t eaten all day.
You’re welcome.
Have a good day, don’t forget about drinks tomorrow.
Love,
Your prettiest friend
FUNNIEST friend (more importantly)
Personal chef
CFC (Chief fashion consultant)
Therapist (unlicensed, but highly qualified)
Designated bad-decision enabler
Personal driver
And most importantly…
Your BFF always and forever!!!!!!
xoxo
Addie, Ads, Adelaide
MUAH!
My knee stops bouncing, and the vibrating floorboard beneath my heel goes still as I throw a hand over my mouth and let out an embarrassingly loud snort.
God, I love this girl.
Addie knows exactly what I need, even before I do.
It’s a best friend’s sixth sense.
For the last two hours, I’ve been sitting at my desk, twirling a pen between my fingers, trying and failing to distract myself from the inevitable—Nate’s return.
All I know is that he’s coming back today.
And now, suddenly, I feel sixteen again. Unsure how to act or what to say.
My nerves are shot, and the longer I sit here, the more frenzied my thoughts become.
Those thoughts are interrupted by my phone buzzing for the fifth time.
Corey.
I flip it over, ignoring the pit of guilt that’s taken up permanent residence in my stomach.
How did I get here?
This isn’t me.
