The Truth
You head to bowls full of doritos, popcorn, and other fattening snacks as you dig in and the people around you party and drink from red solo cups. The party goes on and slowly it comes to an end. You find her at the door with her makeup all smudged and you immediately ask her if she's okay. She says she's fine but that you didn't hang with her the entire party.
"Do you not like me or something? I thought we were best friends."
"We are! I'm sorry, I just thought you'd want to be with your other friends."
"Ugh! I'm sick of you making me feel like I did something wrong."
"Um, no, you always do that to me. You get all worked up about nothing, and blame it on me!" You begin to argue as people look on.
"Well," she says," if you have such a big problem with me, then why don't you tell me how you really feel?"
"Do you not like me or something? I thought we were best friends."
"We are! I'm sorry, I just thought you'd want to be with your other friends."
"Ugh! I'm sick of you making me feel like I did something wrong."
"Um, no, you always do that to me. You get all worked up about nothing, and blame it on me!" You begin to argue as people look on.
"Well," she says," if you have such a big problem with me, then why don't you tell me how you really feel?"