I reached up and grabbed the red cap off my head and ran my tanned hand through my dark brown hair, lighter then, from the summer sun. My bushy eyebrows were glued into a concerned and confused expression, my pinked lips pursued with anger, and my green eyes showed all the mixed emotions while I stared into Sam’s dark blue ones.

“I’m sorry. I know you hate when I say that, but it's true. I wish I could just DO something to help you. Mayb-”

“No!” She burst out, “ Don’t you ever think like that! Your the only REAL friend I have. You can NEVER leave me. If you did, they would just find another reason . . . to . . . and probably be way too happy that FINALLY one of those “sessions” worked out to confine me into the perfect girl that they never had. I’m just one huge disappointment to them, but that's okay because their dicks and I have you. So never, and I mean NEVER, suggest that stopping our friendship would make anything go away because if I didn’t have you I’d have no one and become their mindless little pawn.”

She looked at me with so much passion. The other times hadn’t been like that. The other times hadn’t felt so real and raw.

“I’m not sure I like being threatened to confine to this friendship.” I tested the waters. Trying to shift the air to friendly and light.

“Pfft! Your the one that wouldn’t leave me alone UNTIL we were friends. Remember that?” The sparkle in her eyes had returned to some degree.

My mind drifted to the first time we met. It wasn’t a pleasant meeting at all, but it was adequate.

“Oh. You want me to tell that story?”

“Shit. I shouldn’t have mentioned it.” She looked at me with annoyance as I opened my mouth to start the story.

“It was a murky afternoon. I was drunk out of my mind and wandering the streets aimlessly waiting for my beautiful prince to sweep me off my feet.”

“Ugh!” She yelped, keeping her eyes glued to the road. She didn’t seem exactly annoyed with my little story, in fact, she seemed content to relive the great memories we once shared in person.