Nelly and Sam

Present 13

"You know," Tonya began, "I wasn't gonna go because you know I'm antisocial-"

"You wouldn't know the definition of antisocial if you looked it up in the dictionary, Tonya." Nelly shot back.

Tonya's round eyes narrowed, and when she narrowed her eyes, her lazy eye became more prominent; Nelly always called her googly eyes. "Yes, I am. I've been so depressed these past few months. You don't understand, Nelly, seasonal depression is real."

"Try saying that to someone with real, debilitating clinical depression."

Sometimes Nelly wondered why she was still friends with Tonya. The girl made an appearance in Nelly's life once, maybe twice a month, and they shared no real common interests, aside from the fact that they met on some fanfic website regarding the then infamous band Bloody Graves and Guns. But they had been friends for so long, and they had just reconnected, and Tonya wasn't that bad, but she was the kind of girl you could only absorb in small doses. 

"Well you don't have real, debilitating clinical depression." Tonya retorted. 

"Be careful, I might just off myself, and then you'll be sorry." There was meant to be an underlying element of humour in her statement, but Tonya misread it, and her already big but asymmetrical eyes widened. 

"Don't say that shit! You're a real concern sometimes, you know."

Nelly rolled her eyes, opened her window, lit up a cigarette.

Tonya snatched it from her hands just in time. "Since when did you take up smoking?"

"I've always smoked. You just never noticed."