The One's Left Behind

The Accident

It was about one in the morning when I got the call. Not the call, but the one where Waverly was crying her heart out.

Even though it was a Saturday night, I was asleep. I tried not screwing up my sleep schedule too much on the weekends. Unless there was a party that Waverly had dragged me to, you would find me in my pajamas, in bed. It was my routine and I enjoyed it.

So when I got the call, I was pissed. Who dared to call me at this ungodly hour when they knew - everyone knew - I would be asleep? They had some guts, I'll give them that. I didn't even bother looking at the caller ID, figuring that if I saw it and it said "Ben<3" I would soften up. That wouldn't do. No one, not even freaking Ben Graven, could be forgiven for calling me while I was sleeping. It just wasn't done.

"What?" I snapped through the phone, but it really came off as more of a grunt due to me being sleepy.

"I was right," the person blubbered. "Josh was cheating one me. Oh God, Em, I looked like such an idiot."

"That fucker," I muttered. "Wave? Where are you?"

"I'm driving to your house. I needed to get out of there. They were all over each other, Em. He was practically choking that skank, Natalie, with his tongue."

"I'll fuck that bitch up. Who does she think she is?"

This earned me a laugh from Waverly, but it ended as more like a sob. "Is it okay for me to come over right?"

"Do you even have to ask? Once you're here, we'll talk about all the ways we will ruin Josh's life, okay?"

"Okay. And Em?"

"Yeah?"

"I just wanted to let you know that you're the best friend a girl could have. And your plans are the best. I don't know what I would do without you. You're-"

But I would never hear what exactly I was. The next thing I heard was a swear from Waverly, then a scream, some metal smacking pavement then something softer, and finally, silence. I didn't know what to do. I just screamed. I yelled Waverly's name, but received no answer. Then logic finally kicked in and I went running for the house phone, not hanging up my cell in hopes of hearing Waverly talk to me again. Even I knew that was a lost cause.

So I guess the real question was, what was I going to do without her?