'You've got to be kidding me, right?'
'I'm so sorry, but I completely forgot. I thought it was next week.'
'That's what you've said the last four times,' I scoffed, shaking my head. 'I'm so sick of this. I'm so sick of you bailing on me all the time. Once or twice, I can understand that but this keeps happening again and again.'
'I promise I'll make it up to you this time. As soon as I'm free, I'm all yours,' she offered.
'Another thing you've said the last four times,' I sighed.
'Well, what do you want to do about it?' she exclaimed, catching me off guard. 'We're not kids anymore, we don't have to hang out together all the time just because we happen to be "best friends". I have a life, you know, one that doesn't revolve around you. So let me make my own decisions and stop trying to tell me what to do!'
'Are you serious? Okay, 1. The last time we did anything, if I remember clearly, was about a month ago. 2. I never said your life "revolves around me" and I most certainly do not tell you what to do. Can you please just look at it from my perspective?' My voice came out surprisingly calm.
'There you go again. You're making this about you. I should've known,' she said, rolling her eyes.
My fingers rolled into my palms naturally and I clenched my fists together. I knew that even if I tried to ignore it, her words would register in my head. Taking a few deep breaths, I tried to remain calm as my temper threatened to boil over.
'You know if you think I'm being clingy, you can just tell me. I'd much rather that than have you make excuses,' I said, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice.
'I really do want to go out and have fun. Just the two of us. And I promise I'm not making excuses, I've just been extremely busy,' she explained. Surprising me yet again with her sudden change of tone, I stood there dumbfounded. She goes from yelling at me to pleading that I listen within the span of about a minute. My emotions pushing my thoughts into a confusing mess, I stumbled for words.
'Um ok. Could you please at least tell me what's keeping you so busy?'
'Well...there's been a thousand meetings at work,' she said, fiddling with her fingers. 'And I've also sort of been meeting up with Alex,' she mumbled the last few words.
'I'm sorry, can you say that last part a little louder?'
'Well...you know Alex right?' she asked.
'Oh! You mean my Alex. Not mine but the dude I work with. Weird guy. Well organised, seems nice I guess but weird guy,' I stopped myself before ranting further. 'What about him?'
'What do you think of him?'
'I don't.' From the look on her face, I could tell she was serious. 'Ok, um...he's taller than me. Nice hair. Pretty eyes but I like everyone's eyes anyway. He's very quiet. I know he talks but he's very quiet. Good at cooking but not as good as me, of course,' I started ranting again.
'Do you like him?'
'Not in that way but yeah, in general. I mean, I don't know him that well but from what I've seen, he seems alright. Why?'
'I sort of might be kind of going out with him...' her nervous voice hung in the air.
