Good Friend

"You're such a good friend," Ella smiles. "I'm so glad I have a friend like you."

Bella gives her a genuine smile in return.

"Oh, I heard you were inviting friends over for a sleepover? I was going to ask anyways, but I heard there was a get-together. Can I also come? I promise I won't be a hassle at all," Bella swore, still happy.

Ella's smile dropped.

"Who told you?" She demanded.

"I just heard it around...I just wanted to-" Bella started.

"I'm sorry, you can't come," Ella sighed, running her hand through her hair. "I didn't want you to know because of that and I'm sorry you had to hear it. Hey, I'll catch you around later? My ride is here. See ya!" She hurried off too her mom's car slamming the door behind her.

"Um, yeah! See you later...alligator! I'll...just be here," Bella mumbled more to herself than anything.

"I'll just be here."