I end up falling asleep as soon as I get home and I wake up on the couch at three in the morning, a blanket over me. My dad must have put it there. I also see that he got my alarm clock from my room and put it next to me in case I stayed there all night. My heart pangs at how sweet he is.
I check my phone and I have a missed call from Alex. I kind of feel like I'm not going to sleep again for the rest of the night so I just text him saying call me when you're awake and lay there, thinking about what I'm going to do about my friends. I think maybe I'm the one at fault here a little and I'm the one who should talk to them and apologise, whether they decide to forgive me or not.
Alex calls at six in the morning.
"Hey." he says. I can hear his music on in the background.
"Hey." I say, getting up and going upstairs to get ready. "I think I'm gonna talk to my friends today."
"Okay. That's a good idea."
I pause. "Do you think I should apologise?"
He sighs. "I don't think you need to. But maybe you just need to know that you hurt their feelings and you should apologise for that, even if you didn't mean to. Do you get what I mean?"
"Yeah. Thank you."
"No problem. Am I picking you up for school?"
"Okay, I'll see you in a bit then."
I find my friends when we're at school sitting at our usual table. They all look at me expectantly as I walk over to them as if they were waiting for this moment.
"I'm sorry." I decide to just say it. "I was a bitch and I'm sorry and I'll try to spend more time with you guys rather than Alex. I was just really excited to be friends with somebody new, but that isn't an excuse and I'm sorry."
"We're sorry too." Alice says. "We were kind of bitchy as well."
And like that we all laugh and make up. It's just that easy for us, whenever we fall out or whenever one of us makes a bitchy comment, we're friends again and I can't imagine us being the type of friends that don't forgive and forget.