The Five Stages of Losing Your Best Friend

Chapter Two: "Get Chopping Country Bumpkin"

Warning: Facebook chat ahead. Sorry for the internet slang. I will explain them all in my author's note below.

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Vannie Lewis: I'm going to text you the links of all of Taylor's albums, okay? :)

Chance Newman: ....O.O All of these?

Vannie Lewis: ALL of them. So get chopping country bumpkin. I expect you to memorize all these songs by tomorrow xD

Chance Newman: IMPOSSIBRU! You're gonna kill me, woman! XD

Vannie Lewis: Probably wishing that you know these songs now, aren't ya? ;D

Vannie Lewis: Besides, aren't you Mr. 4th Placer in our entire grade? I always lose to you.

Vannie Lewis: Urgh. Just remembering makes me want to bully you even more 3:)

Chance Newman: Please no :'( Please have mercy. I still have to do that paper Vulcan assigned for us to pass tom. T^T

Vannie Lewis: Should've thought of that before mentioning you don't know Taylor Swift ;) xD

Chance Newman: Bu-But......T^T

Vannie Lewis: Speaking of that paper, I'm gonna start working on mine now. Toodle-doo, best friend xD HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Chance Newman: NO! DON'T LEAVE MEEEEEE T^T

Ignoring his last message on Facebook, I slammed my laptop shut and laughed my head off. Pushing my chair back, I wiped fake tears off my eyes as I imagined what Chance was doing at that moment. Knowing him, I could already tell what he was not doing: memorizing those songs.

Chance and I knew each other so well, it was like we could read into each other's minds. The weirdest part was that we were total opposites. While Chance was shy (with whoever were not his closest friends), reserved (with whoever were not his closest friends), patient and smart, I was more outspoken, loud, short-tempered and straightforward.

God knows how two complete opposites were able to find each other and became best friends. It was almost a miracle.

Like what a miracle it would be to not find Chance playing games at that very moment. But that would be, you know, impossible.

To test my theory, I took my phone from the table and texted him. Usually, Chance always had his phone with him. So if he didn't reply immediately, that only meant two things: Call of Duty and Nova.

While I was waiting, I worked on my essay. And while I was working, I was again reminded of all the reasons why I despised Biology. Vulcan was the reason why I wasn't going to major on any science courses in college. So far, that revelation was the only thing I had to show for from him and his ghastly subject.

After three hours of writing nonsense on my paper, I took a peek at my phone to see if Chance texted back. And what do you know, he didn't. Chuckling to myself I sent him another text: "You better not be playing Call of Duty right now or I'm gonna sock you tom. Good night :)"

I placed my phone down and noticed that it was already ten at night. Knowing that my insomnia would keep me awake most of the night, I decided to make use of the DVD player and full-body mirror in my room to work on my acting skills.

Acting had been a part of my life since I was five. There was just something so incredible about expressing yourself in front of a camera, without being conscious of being filmed or shot. The actors become someone else entirely, and it was as if everything else around them ceased to exist. For an actor, all the emotions they emit while they're in character are REAL. Acting is when an actor and a character become one with each other. Acting is when a character from paper becomes real person. And that person takes form in actors.