Mr Blythe & I | LZ ✓

n i n e t y - t h r e e

"Who was that on the phone?" Amybeth questioned with a hint of worry gliding through her brows. "It didn't sound like a fun conversation to be having."

"It was my best- I mean, my ex best friend." I informed her, throwing the phone across the bed in frustration. Amybeth rose from her seat and held my shoulders sympathetically, bringing me into a warm hug. I appreciated it, I must admit, but it only made me want to cry more than I already did. "Thanks."

"I won't question you anymore about it, because I know you probably don't want to explain what's happening." She smiled softly. "So instead, I say we start getting ready for this party and have the night of our lives!"

"I don't think I want to-"

"Don't even finish that sentence." She warned, casting me a dark glare. "It'll give you the chance to forget about things for a while... Besides, Lucas wants you there. I want you there."

I sent her a pleading look, but decided against arguing with her. After all, she was right... And I also wanted to see Lucas so that I could hug him and rant about everything that had happened - he always listened to whatever I had to say.

"Fine." I smiled half-heartedly, watching as Amybeth excitedly jumped up and down in front of me. "But only if you do my makeup."

"Hey, that's what best friends are for, right?"