“Now you’re just being childish, Grace. It was a kiss, she was in the moment it could happen to any of us. Just because you weren’t there, doesn’t mean that she likes me or anything.”

“She kissed you like she meant it Tina. Like she wanted something from you.”

“Grace…”

“Tina what happened after we came home? We waited inside for you for like 20 minutes and you never came in. Did you go after her? Did you follow inside her house Tina?” Her voice is getting louder with every annoying question and my patience is running thin, but it’s better to let her get it all out. “Did You Even Make It Into The House Before She Attacked You Again? How was it Tina?!!?

“How was what?!!” That was a stupid question of me to ask. I knew what she meant. Now I’m pissed. We have never ever fought like this. I love her too much, but right now at this very moment, I could strangle her. And she thinks I don’t notice, but that plate is almost in a throwing position.

“Now you’re stupid? Ok I’ll say it so you’ll understand me. How was your first ***** as a *****? Huh? Does it compare to a guy at all. Was Eric just a warm up to get close to his sister? Huh? Tell me, Tina?!!! TELL ME!!!!!” And with that she slammed the plate to the ground. Food was all over the ground and covered her feet. It made me flinch back into reality. Because after she accused of doing what she accused me of, I kinda of just checked out. Now, I’m back to pissed.

“Oh ***** you Grace. I don’t know what happened to you. Why you’re so goddamn insecure that you can’t trust your own best friend. But at this point I could care less. Because you hurt me, Grace, me. If want to know where I was I’ll tell you.” Ok here goes nothing. “After you ran in the house, Bette and I did talk. We talked about what a mistake it was to do what we did. She went in the house I sat on our porch for an hour trying to decided if it was even necessary to tell you about what happened.” Stupid crying thing. Now she’s got me started and once I start it’s hard to stop.

“Alright, if you say so.” That’s it. That’s all she said to me. After that she walked back into her room, grabbed her keys, make-up bag, and jacket and walked out of the house. No ‘I’m sorry, oh well that explains it, or ***** you I don’t believe you.’ Nothing. She didn’t even clean up this ***** on the floor.

So I’m here left sobbing in the kitchen in my new house that belongs to my ‘best friend’ and I with nothing but regret for everything I’ve done in the last couple of days. And for the second time in two days, someone has left me alone to think about what I’ve done to them and left it up to me to fix it. God I think I hate L.A.