Best Friends?

Chapter 14

   My phone buzzed.
Dan: I won't be there for lunch, I'm showing someone around some things in London. Don't ask

Not really sure what was happening with Dan, I sent back an 'okay' and got up off the couch and set my laptop aside. I had just finished filming 'Why I was A Weird Kid 5' a couple days ago, and finally finished editing today. Normally I would upload right after I finished my editing, but for this video I'm going to wait, we just posted a lot of videos up, so it will be nice to have a backup to fill space later.

Right before I was about to pop bread into the toaster, my phone started to ring from the counter. Quickly turning around and picking it up before it went to voicemail, I see Margo's name as the caller ID.

"Hello?" I say as I answer and lean against the countertop.

"Hey!" The familiar cheerful voice greeted me, "Do you want me to bring some sandwiches over to your place? I found out that I have a lunch break for two hours so..."

I nodded, then remembered Marge couldn't physically see me, "oh- yeah! That would be great!"

"Okay! I'll see you in ten!"

Click.

I put the bread away, plastic crinkling into the cupboard. The cold water washes my hands and makes me feel clean again, since lying on a couch for a couple hours makes you feel hot and tired. Rubbing my eyes, I slowly walk to the door, the only thing I had to do now was wait for a happy little girl appear to my front door, my little happy girl.

Knock knock knock.

After seven minutes, Marge is finally here. Opening the door I take her bags and welcome her with a short hug, then we head to the table to set out the delicious smelling, fresh sandwiches Margo had brought in for us.

"It's so nice not having the smell of antiseptics, cleaning supplies and old people constantly thrown at me for hours!" Was the first thing she said when we sat down at the table, making me laugh at the fact she said old people with the most exasperated look on her face.

Margaret still wore her nurse attire, which did smell of antiseptic, and her red hair up in a pony tail, and she had a notepad tucked into her shirt pocket. I'm pretty sure her last shift started at 10:00 this morning, one of her later starting shifts for interning. She slept at the hospital most nights, as an intern you need to constantly be ready for chances to learn, and 'seem more committed,' she liked to say. Ah- I'm so proud of her.

"So where's your Siamese twin?" Marge asked in between bites.

Setting down my sandwich I shrugged, "I'm not actually entirely sure where he is," I reach to grab my phone and show her the text, "I'm not even sure who he's with. But it's good he's with someone."

"Yeah," Marge nodded, "Dan seems a little bit lonely lately. I know you're always with him it's just-" she stops, lost for words, "he doesn't seem to have, anyone else than you. And now we're together..."

"He's even more alone." My voice croaks as I finish her sentence.

I've already realized this, that Dan feels left out. He normally doesn't leave the house to go to the bookstore, let alone anywhere. Unless he wants to get his mind off of things. It makes me feel bad, because he is my best friend, but I can't seem to do anything to help anymore.

"He needs to find someone Phil, he really does." She sighs.

"I know, it's not good. But he doesn't seem to have any interest in any other woman in London."