We sat down and ordered a pitcher.  It was nice; I was actually relaxing for the first time in weeks.  I dug my toes further in to the cool sand and closed my eyes.  I pictured being on the beach, in LA, with Bette.  No lying, no crying, just us, enjoying each other.

Jen:  Alright now whats going on, your killing me

Tina:  Ok I took a big gulp of beer.  You were rightin the car

Jen:  I knew it.  Whats his name?

Tina:  Her name is Bette.

Jen just looked at me and laughed. 

Tina:  Whats so funny?

Jen:  You suck at being a *****. She kept laughing.

It was contagious, yeah I was sad and upset and pissed off but she was right.  I do suck at being a *****.  It is kinda funny.  If anyone else said that to me I would take offence but Jen was right.  She was the only person who knew about my relationship with Heather, and we all know how that ended.

Jen:  So what happened this time?

I took a deep breath and started talking.  As the story progressed her smile faded, she didnt think it was funny anymore.

Jen:  Um, you may suck as a ***** but she sucks as a person

Tina:  Yeah maybe

Jen:  You shouldnt have let her run you back here though.  You had a lot going for you in LA.

Does she think I dont know that? 

Jen:  Youre in love with her arent you?

That was out of the blue.  Who said anything about love?

Tina:  Hello, I dont even know her, remember?

Jen:  You knew her well enough to sleep with her

Well snap, she got me there.  Is she right?  She cant be. That would be ridiculousLove.

We talked a little about school and a lot about Bette, per Jens request.  So we talked and drank, a lot.  It was great having my best friend again.  We stayed until close and stumbled outside.  There was no way I could drive so we stood in the street for an hour waiting for a cab.  Jen then proceeded to tell me that I was better off being A sexual while she stumbled around playing a little game called smoke all of Tinas cigarettes.  I didnt like that game.  She didnt even smoke.

–Tinas Apartment–

I paid the disgruntled cab driver and then helped Jen inside.  Why was she so trashed and I was not?  We drank the same amount and I could still walk.  I helped Jen to the couch and coved her with a blanket.  She mumbled something about a chicken named Fred then quickly passed out. 

I sat down in the chair across from her.  I wasnt tired, so I lit a cigarette.  She was right.  I needed to get over Bette and move on.  I was going to be twenty two in a week, it was time to let loose again.  I could just start over.