Chelsea raced across her room, trying not to knock over any of the boxes that contained all of her belongings. well, not all of her belongings. "Where is it?!" she frantically pulled a pillow off her bed and checked underneath.
She spotted her mother in the doorframe, and called out to her. "Mom, help. I desperately need my phone but I can't for the life of me figure out where it is." she checked her pockets for the third time.
"Why didn't you say that from the start, silly? I have it right here." her mom gave a smile. wrinkles appeared around her blue eyes, that matched Chelsea's. they also had the same hair, although Chelsea's was more of a light blonde, and her mom's was an ashy blonde. "Wow, what happened to your room?"
"You had it this whole time? And you didn't tell me?" Chelsea frowned, ignoring her mom's remark and grabbing the phone from her hands. "I told you a dozen times that I'm expecting an email. and with my laptop already packed, this is all I have."
"I know, I know. It's just as important to me as it is to you that you get this job, but please, try to relax. I know how stressed out you can get, with this whole move and now your job, I just want you to take it easy." she followed her daughter to the living room, where they both sat on the couch.
"Mom, why were you even looking at this?" Chelsea asked, holding up the photo her mom had opened before she had gotten her phone back. it was a photo of her, when she was younger, with her best friend, well, ex-best friend, Vanessa.
"Looking at old photos of you always cheers me up, I figure it could do the same for you. I mean, look how cute you were."
Chelsea looked back down in the photo. "That's good and all but," she continued to stare at the two little girls in the photo, laughing and playing. "Not this photo. I don't like this one."
"Oh, it's because of Vanessa, isn't it? you two never made up?"
Chelsea shook her head. "Everything that needed to be said was said. I don't even know where she is now. Who knows if she even remembers me?"
"Of course she remembers you, you guys were inseparable. One small fight can't deny that you two were the best of friends."
"It wasn't a small fight, you know that." Chelsea frowned, swiping away from the photo. "Besides, I don't even know why we're talking about her. She's not a part of my life anymore."
She went to her emails, hoping to find something, only to find nothing.
"Let me ask you something," her mom began. "If you and Vanessa were to cross paths again, would you try befriending her?"
"Mom, the odds of that happening are-"
"But, what if?"
Chelsea sighed. She thought for a moment. "Well, I guess if she's less of a jerk, then maybe. But I doubt it."
"It's too bad you two ended things the way you did. I never expected something like that to happen."
"It was mainly her fault, but... me either."
A few seconds passed, Chelsea was now deep in thought thanks to her mother. She had almost forgotten about the-
Her phone vibrated, and a notification popped up, saying that Chelsea had mail. She hurriedly opened it, her heart skipping a beat.
Her mother had her fingers crossed as Chelsea skimmed through the email.
"Congratulations..." Chelsea read. Her face lit up. "Mom, I got it! I got the job!" She squealed.
She excitedly hugged her mom, who hugged back, just as happy.
"I'm so proud of you. Special dinner tonight, for sure!" she said, already getting up from the couch.
"This job is perfect, I can't believe I actually got it!" Chelsea exclaimed, re-reading it. "Nothing could ruin it." she smiled.
"Nothing."
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Romance*being re-written* Chelsea and Vanessa were best friends growing up, until one day when everything fell apart. they didn't talk to each other for years, until they were forced to when they coincidentally landed the same job. now they have to get ove...
