Oh Well, Oh Well

"Yes, let's not fight Blair," Willow smiled poisonously at me her expression of 'oh-I-have-so-won' covered her face. "I'm getting married to Darren! This is a happy day, someone loves me! One day I hope you find my happiness."

Bitch!

And she sounded so sincere. If you didn't look at her face as she said it you could have believed it but no. Just like the time I told her that Father Christmas hated her 'cause she stole her best friends boyfriend it was a lie. Every conversation between us starts with a lie or a way to hurt each other.

I looked over at Darren who was just smirking at me. I smiled back at him brightly; I so will not let him get to me.

"Let's toast," I raised my glass in the direction of Darren and Willow. "To the happy couple."

"Cheers!" Mum cried gulping down her drink. I sipped my drink my brain slowly ticking away.

Really it doesn't help I'm a bride's maid when all I want to do is sit at my dingy little apartment with my room mate/ best friend Leighton eating a tub of ice cream whilst she tells me how much better I am with out him.

The whole family's going to be there and watching me glare at the 'happy couple' and the only person, other than Leighton, who can see that I'm still not over him is the best friend of the groom, Stephen. I feel I have to prove something to him which just ends up as me launching my body at him.

How savory.