Having a BFF is awesome. Having a BFF who’s being stubborn as hell, is a challenge.

Fifty didn’t help at all. As soon as we got to my apartment, Kaitlyn went to bed. I could hear her soft cries turn into sobbing.

Yesterday I had an early shoot, so I had to leave her for a couple of hours. I asked my mom to go and keep her company, and maybe make her something sweet to make her feel better. My heart broke when I got home and saw Kaitlyn crying in my mom’s arms.

“Sometimes life doesn’t give us what we want,” my mom spoke gently to her. “But it gives us opportunities to work for what we want.”

My mom has always been wise and kind. She’s the best mom in the whole world and I’m very lucky to have her, but I feel even luckier to share her with my best friend. I know how hard it’s been for her especially because her family is shitty.

Now, we’re on day four and I’m running out of ideas to make her feel better. It’s been raining today and I know that doesn’t help with the mood improvement. It also doesn’t allow for us to go out. “I just want to sleep.” She keeps telling me and I don’t know what to say anymore. I’ve tried every tactic to get her out of her sadness but like a wise person once told me, sometimes we just need to have fifteen minutes to be sad and then move on.

So, that’s all I’m giving her, well maybe she’ll get a little more.

I’m currently trying to cook her a proper English meal. Of course by ‘cooking’ I mean, I’m trying not to burn down my apartment. Cooking has never been my forte and living in the city that never sleeps, where you can order delicious food at three in the morning, I’ve never had a problem feeding myself.

But this is different, I want to make something special for her, so first things first.

“Alexa,” I call out. “Find how do you cook a British meal.” Don’t you just love technology? You can find anything at the tip of your fingers.

“Sorry, I didn’t understand the question.” Alexa answers. What?

“Alexa,” I repeat. “How. Do. You. Cook. A. British. Meal.” I make sure to speak loud and slow enunciating every word.

“Sorry, I don’t know the answer to your question.” Fuckin’ Alexa.

I grab my phone and go to Youtube, my favorite social media site, and type ‘how to cook a British meal’. I gasp when I see more than five million results pop up. Scrolling through the first few pages I realize I can’t do this shit.

Change of plans, I’m sure Kaitlyn will appreciate if I just give her cereal and some tea. Those things I can totally make.

After I put some water on a pot to heat for the tea, I pour some lucky charms and milk into a bowl. I know she’s never tried this one and I know she’ll love it. Who doesn’t love those little marshmallows, right?

Walking through the hallway, I knock on the bedroom door where Kaitlyn’s staying, but she doesn’t answer.

The door is unlocked so I peek inside and see she’s still asleep. Putting the tray with the bowl of deliciousness on the nightstand, I sit beside her and shake her until she opens one eye.

“What is it?” Her voice is sleepy and sad.

“Kait, you need to eat something, it’s almost three in the afternoon.”

“I’m not hungry Brooke.” Oh, hell no. I’m gonna make her eat, even if I have to shove the charms down her throat.

“But I made you something special.” I whine. Her head perks up.

“You cooked?” She asks skeptically.

“Yeah, well, sorta. C’mon, sit.”

Sighing she does what I ask and I stand to grab the tray. When she sees the contents she asks, “What is that?”

“Lucky Charms,” I beam. “One of the best non-healthy cereals in the whole world.” Kaitlyn laughs and I hand her the tray. “Try it, it’s life changing.”

After the shock of her first spoonful of the cereal, she digs into it. I was making small talk when suddenly the screeching sound of my fire alarm startles both of us.

“Oh fuck, not again.” I yell as I run toward the kitchen.

“Well, there goes another pot.” I say to myself as I remove the now burnt pot away from the stove.

The sound of laughter coming from behind me has me grinning. At least someone is having a good time.

“I can’t believe you burnt water again,” Kaitlyn says.

“Hey, it’s not my fault, I got distracted,” I grin at her.

“You’ll burn down your apartment one of these days.”

“Oh, maybe a sexy fireman will come to my rescue.” I fan myself for dramatic effect.

“You’re bloody crazy.”

“And you love me. Just the way I am.” I wink. “Since I burnt my attempt at tea, and since you’re out of bed. Let’s go get some coffee and cake.”

“I don’t feel like going out.” Kaitlyn answers.

“Dude, c’mon. It’s raining and it’s cold. We can both be gloomy on our way to grab the goodies.” I wiggle my eyebrows.

“Fine, let me go change.”

Kaitlyn goes back to the bedroom and my phone pings with another message from the pompous asshole AKA Leo DeLuca. The guy has been messaging me non stop and I’ve been trying to avoid giving him a piece of my mind.

Pompous A-hole: Brooke, please I’m going crazy here, I can’t get ahold of Kaitlyn and I’m worried sick. Please tell me if something happened.

I know Kaitlyn doesn’t want to know anything about the P A-hole, but there’s something bothering me about the whole thing. My gut tells me there’s more to what Kaitlyn saw. I’ve never met the guy but somehow I know there’s an explanation and maybe this is the time to make things right.

Glancing toward the hallway, I make sure Kaitlyn is still in the bedroom. I’m about to break girl code and talk to the enemy. She might hate me for it, but it’s totally worth trying; sometimes we need a little push and this is what friends are for. If I’m right, and I hope I am. Things will get sorted out and Kaitlyn will be happy again.

I type the message, and send a silent prayer to whoever listens that this doesn’t make things worse.