after my best friend's death

after my best friend's death-chp7

I used my set of keys to enter. Mom was in her room and dad was in his study finishing some paperwork. Britta was in the kitchen.

            “Doll, in the kitchen. I’ll fix you a plate.” She called out. I dumped my bag in the corner and walked into the kitchen still thinking over what Parker had said. “Brit, you won’t believe who’s behind me being a social outcast.” I said sitting on the counter. Britta was cutting out some lasagne.

“God?” she said skeptically.

“No silly, Cynthia.”

             “Oh I knew that all along. That girl was a spotlight stealer. May her soul rest in peace. But you loved her so much and she loved you. Plus when you were with her you were always happy, it was just that you never had any more friends that troubled me. But I’m glad you met those girls now. They are nice.”

            “You knew and you never told me, Brit?” I was mad at her. Britta was like a sister to me. How could she not mention such a huge detail?

            “Love, you wouldn’t have listened to me. You were too close to C. Now that she’s not here you are getting clearer perspective about things.”

            I didn’t notice Britta piling on my plate with food, I was pondering over what she had said.

            “Brit not so much.” I screeched startling her. She almost dropped the plate. She shook her head, removing some of the mashed potatoes, muttering about how I would end up being skin and bones. “I ate a lot at Renée’s house, Britta. The guys brought us breakfast.”

            Britta handed me my plate and sat across me with a glass of water.

“Guys huh? Who all?”

“Remember Cyn’s old friends? The one’s I’d sit with. Well, we cleared all the differences Cyn has created and we are friends now.”

“What about you new girl friends?” she was worried I’d leave them to be with the cool kids. How shallow does she think I am?

“They actually paired up wonderfully with the guys.” I smiled triumphantly as I remembered all of us sitting together in Renée’s kitchen.

“Really?”

“Yeah, Renée’s with Jeremiah, Anna with Parker, Haylie with Nate, Cameron with Heath and me and Kieran.” I smiled at the mention of his name.

Stupid love-sick puppy syndrome.

“You and Aaron, sweetie.” Britta corrected me.

“Nope, me and Kieran.”

“What about Aaron?”

“We are friends.”

“You’ll were kissing on our porch in the beginning of the week. Are you turning into a slut? Is this some way of rebelling?”

“Gosh Brit, no. Do you not know me at all? Yes Aaron and I kissed but he’s been only acting like a friend to me after that. He never asked me out or even said that he liked me. Kieran on the other hand did. And I like-like Kieran. I realise that now. What I felt for Aaron was just a rush because he was so sweet to me after the whole accident.”

            Britta only nodded, still unsure. The phone rang, startling Britta from her dream world. She ordered me to finish my lunch as she went to answer the phone.

“It’s for you. It’s Haylie.”

            Happily I abandoned my half eaten plate and ran to the end of the kitchen. “Hayle,” I squealed. She would never understand how great her timing was. But apparently Britta was all over the situation. She got my plate to me and scowled at me angrily. She gave me a look which stated that I had to eat this plate clean; grumpily I shoved another piece of pasta in my mouth.