Best of Friends

I listened quietly as the guys recorded their song Afterlife drawing in my sketch pad and singing along, "What are you drawing?" Michael, a friend of the guys that I didn't really know asked me.
I covered my pad with my arm so he wouldn't catch a glimpse of what I was doing. He held his hands up in mock surrender before turning back to the guys and tapping his foot to the rhythm. I looked down at the drawing and my heart soared with the pain of sadness.
It was a drawing of my mother who passed away a few years ago. My mother was a beautiful woman, her long blonde hair blowing in the wind and her piercing blue eyes opened a window to love and tenderness.
Tears filled my eyes as I stared down at the drawing, missing her with all my heart. Not long after my mother died, my father passed away, a broken heart they say. He really only died of a heart attack, because love is crap. It makes you get up your hopes about a certain person and then they turn around and stab you in the heart.
I looked, noticing that the music had stopped. Matt looked at me with an intense stare, "are you okay?" He mouthed to me. I answered with small smile.
I sighed and closed my pad to stand up and stretch, I was tired.
The boys piled out into the room and came to stand by me, "Where did you go last night, Kim?" Bri asked me, putting an arm around my shoulder.
I tickled his side before answering, "Because I had a feeling that Matt was going to bring a slut into my home, so I had to leave to save it." I paused and bit my lip, "Plus, I wanted to sleep in my own bed."
"Oh? Matt had company last night?" Johnny asked, laughing, punching Matt lightly on the shoulder.
Matt smiled shyly as his face grew red, "It was nothing, really." He said, coughing awkwardly.
I rolled my eyes, Whatever, Matt, I know I was okay with it until this morning she started talking shit to me."
Jimmy squeaked, "What? You let somebody talk shit to my Kimmy?"
Matt frowned, "I thought she could handle it."
My mouth dropped open, as I stared wide eyed at him. Zacky rubbed the back of his neck, "Oh shit."
"You're right Matt," I said calmly, beginning to pick up my things, "I could and did handle it, but I didn't expect a good friend of mine to let me take it, thanks friend." And with that, I walked out the building, got into my car and drove away.

"I thought she could handle it." I mimicked Matt in my best Matt voice, "I don't care if I can handle it, I am your friend and you're supposed to stand up for me." I wasn't usually like this but it hurt that Matt didn't even try to defend me this morning.
Tears stung my eyes and I rubbed them away furiously. I felt as though I were overreacting but I felt as though I had a good reason to be pissed.
At this point I had no idea where I was going, I just wanted to get away from Matt. I was upset that I was mad, and I felt like a wimp, the fact that Matt brought a girl over to my house bothered me. I slammed on the brakes and pulled to the side of the road, ignoring the honking horns and yells of profanities.
Did Matt bringing over a girl last night really bother me that much? I laid my head on the steering wheel, I think I'm in love with my best friend.

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