Slice of Life: Friends

17. It's Prettier

"I can't believe she didn't tell me," Sarosh said, plopping down on the bed. "I'm her best friend!"

"Well," Sam said, taking out yet another dress from her closet and placing it in front of herself, "What do you think?"

"Nah." Sarosh waved her hand in dismissal. "Purple isn't your color."

Sam stared at her reflection for a minute. "You're right. Maybe red then?"

"Anyway, why do you think Maya didn't tell me about her crush?" There was a pensive look on her face as she tried to come up with a reason. The worst part was that Sarah knew it. She was the only one who was oblivious to one of her best friend's crush.

"Because you, my dear cousin, can be a judgmental a-hole."

"But still..." Sarosh said weakly, because Sam had a point. Sarosh didn't enjoy talking about boys and she always commented how silly some girls were going crazy over their crushes. It's like they couldn't see what was right in front of them; boys didn't matter in the big picture of life. She had always been vocal about her sentiments, but that didn't mean she would judge her friends if they chased after boys.

"I'm right and you know it." Sam raised her eyebrows as if daring Sarosh to disagree. "You're not an amiable person to agree to disagree with. You make people feel stupid even when you're the wrong one."

"Yeah, you're right, but I can't help it sometimes," Sarosh admitted. "I don't mean to be so forceful and opinionated." She sighed.

"Next time, try to be more understanding, and try to be sensitive about other people's feelings. I'm sure your friends will be more open," Sam said, pausing before continuing, "I think I'll go with the purple one, anyway. It's prettier and I like it better."