My Guy Bestfriend (Completed)

Chapter Nineteen

Ashley's POV
"What should we do since this is our last day together? I asked.

" Catch a movie?" Deserae asked.

"Its nothing good playing," Tiffany said.

"What about the park?" I asked.

"We just went there a couple weeks ago," Tiffany reminded us.

"We could always go to the riverbank and feed the ducks and spend the rest of our money on junk," I said trying to sound convincing.

Deserae's face lit up at that, I knew I could get her some kind of way. Tiffany just sat there looking wry. Obviously, something is bothering her, but that doesn't mean she have to bring our spirits down, too.

"Tiffany?"

"I'm in, its whatever you guys wanna do and I'll tag along," she said lacking any enthusiasm whatsoever. What is wrong with her, she's starting to piss me off.

She finally got her boyfriend out of jail with all our help and every since, its like she's been isolating herself. I'm not sure why, but either she can join us or get left behind.

"No, it's not whatever we wanna do, your included in this decision also. If something's bothering you, you know you can talk to us right?

" Its nothing," she said.

I can see she doesn't want to talk, so I'm not gonna make matters worse by agging it on. Getting up, I walked to the bathroom to do my business. Finishing up, I wiped, flushed and washed my hands. Flipped the light off and closed the door.

Tiffany and Deserae were fully dressed and waiting on me. So, after locking up we were off to Walmart.

The parking lot had more cars than usual, so it took awhile to find a parking spot. The weather is hot, but the wind always seems to be blowing. Tucking my hair behind my ear, I shut the door.

The three of us headed inside the bustling store. Deserae walked to the left and pushed a cart inside. Tiffany walked ahead of us in her own little world.

"Let's get this," Deserae said placing a liter of soda in the cart.

"That will go good with some chips, should we get some dip too?" I asked.

"Yea, we all like this kind," Deserae said adding some queso Blanca dip to our snacks.

"Oatmeal pies or honey buns?" Deserae raised both boxes in the air indecisively.

"Honey bun," I said. That was all we really needed to top off our evening.

Chips, drink, and Debbie cakes.

Tiffany's POV

What's wrong with me? The only person I can seem to think about is my mom and Dontae. Every since he went to jail I've been worried I'd lose him again. I'm scared to be alone, because honestly I'm not sure what I'm capable of doing. My mom called me a few days ago and she wants me to visit her, but I don't know what to make of that.

I mean, she's still my mom and I do love her, but I just don't see how she could get this bad and land herself in a halfway house. First, she went from selling herself to using drugs. Once she told me that she was trying to get out of all of it, but end up right back in it. It saddens me every time I end up getting close to some, because just the mere thought of losing someone hurts like hell.

Dontae is the only person that I have become emotionally and physically attatched to and he's never left me, except for fighting for me and landing himself in jail. Other than that, he loves me unconditionally and I will never do anything to lose him. Today is the last day my friends and I get to hang out, then I go stay with Dontae if his uncle is ok with it.

Earlier, Ashley seemed like she was studying me like a puzzle and observing my actions. My mind is just emotionally drained. Texting Dontae and he finally text back, but he can't hang out with us due to his new job. So, I text him back a sad face, but he gotta do what he gotta do. I'm proud of him, its a blessing he has a job. I just hope his job is not gonna interfere in our relationship, because ever since he started working we talk and text less than usual.

"Watch where your going!" Somebody yelled in my face.

See, I need to stop walking and keeping my eyes on this phone. Shoving my phone in my pocket, I looked around and Ashley and Deserae were nowhere to be found. I started to panic and look down every aisle, then I made my way to the front. Only to see the two of them walking out the door carrying bags. Catching up to them, I apologized for acting the way I had been.

We all made it to the riverbank and a couple kids were flying kites while a couple teens fed the ducks. Smiling at the two flying the kites, I wished I had some good childhood activities I could have been doing with a brother or sister. If only I had any siblings. My mama told me she got her tubes tied after I was born, she claimed nothing else coming out her coochie.

Deserae and Ashley straightened the blanket out and I took the bags out. We sat down and made ourselves comfortable.

"So, who put hotsauce in your koolaid,"Ashley asked directing her question to me. Deserae sat there munching on chips.

"Nobody, I've just had a lot on my mind".

"How many times am I gonna have to tell you, you can talk to Me Us about anything?" Ashley said.

"Um..I just don't wanna end up alone again," I said looking away.

"Where is this coming from?" Deserae asked joining the conversation.

"I don't know..its just with Dontae getting arrested, then him worrying me by not answering the phone. On top of that, my mom called the other day and she wants me to visit her at the halfway house. Its all just a little too much for one person to have to handle," I said speaking up.

"You should've told us you were feeling this way. Your not alone, you always have us. If were not with you, were only a phone call away. Anything your dealing with come to me, I will never turn you away or reject you. I'm your friend and all I wanna do is be there for you especially if your feeling all depressed like this," Ashley said leaning over to hug Tiffany.

"Don't count me out," Deserae said joining our hug.

"Here, have some junk, junk makes everything better. Better yet, I should have gotten chocolate," Ashley said opening the box of honey buns. We all sat there laughed and talked about the funniest things that's happened to us this year and about boys, relationships and class. Plus our future goals and aspirations.

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1) What do you think about Tiffany bottling her feelings up?