Little talks.

In which friendship is slowing repairing itself.

In which friendship is slowly repairing itself.

Lucy: oh, hi Naomi.

Me: why are you awake?

Lucy: Lou fell asleep and I needed to eat something - my stomach felt like it was killing itself.

Me: nice one.

Lucy: your sisters been asleep for like two hours, she fell asleep while watching Forrest Gump so I've been crying for like the past half an hour.

Me: I would to, seriously, I avoid that movie like the plague.

Lucy: it was the first time I had watched it! No one warned me that- that, that happened.

Me: oh my god, stop crying.

Me: seriously, you're going to wake up my mum.

Me: her dates over and he's probably going to wake up to a crying teenage girl.

Lucy: the- the little Forrest-

Me: yes, I know.

Lucy: and big Forrest was like-

Me: I know, I've seen it.

Lucy: IS HE LIKE ME?

Me: shut up, Lucy!

Lucy: he's perfect!

Me: oh my god.

Lucy: I can't breathe.

Me: because your to busy fucking crying.

Lucy: oh my god.