"So you didn't snag a kiss?" Sally asked with a point blank look on her face as she sat cross-legged and arms folded on her scattered bed. I was lying with my belly facing Sally.
"No," I grumbled, "There's no way I'll be the one to kiss him first."
"So he didn't try to kiss you."
I shook my head.
"Stupid," she muttered.
"And he said Bianca was just a fling and he wants us to be close friends."
"Fool," she muttered.
I laughed heartily. Telling your problems to Sally was like telling a baby. Not in the sense that she doesn't understand but in the sense that they just make silly faces and noises like your problem was nothing and you end up feeling silly and laugh it off.
Though I was still mad at her over that stunt she pulled yesterday, telling Jason I had rabies but after I got home last night she met her mom up and waiting for her, I'm sure the death I planned for her wasn't compared to her mother's so I let it go since it was partly my fault.
She snuck out for me.
