Girlfriend's Best Friend
CHAPTER 18
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That’s the way it was for a few
months. Kelli told me what to do, what I could do, and what I had to do. Don’t get me wrong, I
absolutely loved my girlfriend, but only when we were alone.
The second we were around other people, she became clingy. I
knew it was just because she really loved me though, and
didn’t want to lose me.
I understood that completely. Being friends with Brooke for so
many years never gave her a chance to show who she really was
because of how much Brooke outshined her, and when she was with
me, she finally got the chance to be herself.
But when she went away for a week to Florida, I can’t say
I was upset. I’d been letting her be her for so long, but
I hadn’t gotten the chance to be me. Now was my chance to
just relax with my friends like how we used to.
We invited Brooke to hang out with us in the park the first day
Kelli was gone. At first when I started dating Kelli, I had to
try to act completely uninterested in Brooke, because otherwise
Kelli would have noticed and broke up with me. And eventually,
after not hanging out with Brooke and only focusing on Kelli, I
got over her.
“Hey guys,” Brooke smiled brightly as she walked up
to us in the park. She wore a plain, light blue t-shirt and
jean shorts with converse, but not gonna lie, she was still
looking pretty hot. Her curly hair reached down towards the
arch of her back, and her makeup was done perfectly. Not that I
care, though.
I watched Brooke hug all the guys after hugging me, and how she
flirted with all of them. She didn’t say anything that
made it obvious that she was flirting with them, but her
actions made it clear that she was a natural flirt. She was
that kind of girl that could get anyone to love her, and she
clearly knew it. She was the female version of me.
Except something separated us—I flirted around with no
intentions of falling in love because being single was so much
fun for me. She actually needed someone. She wasn’t
actually happy like how she used to be, and it was something
I’d started to notice. Her bright blue eyes were dull,
even when she smiled. She doesn’t talk as much as she
used to, and there was something in her voice that made it seem
like she was holding something back. Her laugh doesn’t
come naturally—it’s forced and comes a second after
everyone else starts laughing. She acts flirty to seem like she
has everything she could possibly want. She acts careless, but
really she wants to be cared for.
And just like that, I find myself wishing that I could
have been that person for her.
