My brother's best friend

Chapter 1 - brittney

Monday morning,    
I'm working at the old café down the street.

"Hello, can I have 1 hot chocolate with a cinnamon roll please?" I look up to see who is talking to me, and I see Brittney.

Brittney is one of my best friends. She grew up at a foster home. I met her one day, I think it was 4th grade.. when she walked with her foster parents to buy ice cream at the park. I didn't know she was a foster kid at the time. She looked nice. We had a great time. We didn't know each other that day, that was the day we first saw each other, we still played together and had a really good time.

She moved to my school at 5th grade and we immediately became best friends. She knows everything about me, and I know everything about her.

Well not everything, she only told me 3 years ago about her real parents, until than I had no clue about any of that. To be honest She never really told me about them.. she just told me they left her when she was very young.

I was always curious about what actually happened with her real parents, but I never felt comfortable asking her about it.

Last year her foster father passed. She was devastated. I remember all the nights she spent at my house crying. She didn't go to school she was too sad and empty, And mostly she felt shame. She had no father..

A few months after her father passed away and I graduated we sort of lost touch. We barely spoke to each other since graduation.

I still think of her as my best friend though. So what if we didn't talk for a few months? We are best friends since 5th grade and that's how it's going to stay.

"7.94" I say.

"Keep the change" she says and she hands me a 10 dollar bill.

I want to say thank you but before I can react she walks away.

It's weird, seeing her around and acting like we don't know each other. It wasn't my fault we lost touch. She was always over at my place. She felt unwanted at her home. And I needed to study and to help a little with the house chores. She couldn't stay over all the time. I had to tell her to go back home, but she was so hurt by that, that she stopped talking to me. We are not kids anymore, she should grow up. I tried to call her, or talk to her. Even at school she acted like I was.. nothing.

I miss her. And since Shawn left 4 years ago it was hard for me. She was all I had, I had only 2 best friends. And now they are both gone.

I look over to Brittney's table and she is sitting with Maya. She told me she hates her. What are they doing together?

They are laughing and smiling and looking at their phones like they are best friends. They are not. At least, I don't think they are.

I hear my phone ping, I look at it and I see I got a text from Lucas.

"When is your shift over?"

"2 p.m. why?"

"No reason"

After an hour Brittney and Maya left and the rest of the day was pretty boring.

At 2:15 I got home and I went straight to the shower. It's been a long day.

I feel lonely, I don't have a lot of friends. I'm talking to people but they aren't really close friends.. so we don't really have deep conversations.

I get out of the shower and I change into my pajamas. I love my pajamas. They are so cozy and cute.

I wander in to the Kitchen and I'm hungry.
I want to make something to eat.

I live with Lucas now, we decided to move in together after I graduated.

Since then, I do all the cooking. But I don't complain I actually like it.

Lucas is working as a song writer. I actually have no idea what he is doing, and if his songs are even good. But yeah, he is a song writer.

"Hey" Lucas says coming home from... I actually have no idea where he came from.

"Hey" I say. "Where have you been?" I'm making myself some tea. I feel like I want some tea. "Do you want some tea?" I ask

"Nah.. I'm good. I was at work," he says. "What are you making for dinner tonight?" He asks as he puts some bread in the toaster. Ugh, so annoying. I don't want to always be the one who is cooking. But I do like it... whatever.

"I was thinking about Pasta chicken Alfredo?" I ask. I really wanted to make that yesterday but Lucas was out and I didn't want to make only for myself. That's a lot of work to do for only one person.

"Ok cool, just, uh..  make it for 3" He says. He quickly takes his toast and goes to his room.

Did he just say, make it for 3? What is that supposed to mean?