Friends Forever.

"Bree, get the remote for me, please! I want to watch the new episode of that show we were talking about," I asked Bree, my best friend who was sleeping at my house for tonight. Bree and I are the best of friends and nothing could or would tear us apart, at least that's what I thought.

"Um, okay? Well, tomorrow I'm not going to your house, I'm going to Cal's house," Bree told me. I looked at her and frowned. I put on some music and turned it up to twenty and acted like I couldn't hear what she was saying. Oh well, that's a good thing because I was getting annoyed with her. Plus, Tyler had been bugging me to get her to go to his house.

"I know you can hear me, Morgan!" My friend quietly hollered at me. I looked at her and laughed.

"I can hear you, but I'm not listening. We made plans, Bree. I wanted you to come over and you agreed. We were going to go to the mall!" I told Breepleadingly. She looked at me and got out of her bed. She let her gaze off of me and went to the picture of a 18 year old, muscular boy in a sparkly picture frame next to her TV. She rubbed the face half-heartedly and smiled.

"You know, I can spend time with my other friends. Plus, you're coming to my big party this weekend. It's going to be fabulous!" Bree smiled, pleasing herself with her words. I hope I wasn't going to lose my best friend to a boy.

"Where are you going to have that thing, anyway?" I, too, got out of Kellie's bed to brush my teeth. We had just got done eating Oreos and I could still feel the chocolate in my mouth.

"Over here, of course! My parents won't be here, and my brother goes off to work for four days. It'll be perfect!" Bree flopped back on her bed as her teddy bear that I gave her for her birthday. I quickly picked it up and restored it.

"And who's all going? My parents will so not let me come!" I asked as I got in my spot on the bed. Bree laughed a little and looked around.

"Well, Brett, Britt, Brittany J., Holly, Jeff, Eli, Allie, Karly, Kay-Kay, Cameron, Kid, Fox, Hallie, Jeremiah, Declan, Fiona, and a whole other bunch of people! Sure they will, just tell them you're coming over to sleep out again. Easy as that," Kellie answered as she pulled the blanket over her.

I never lied to my parents, only when I absolutely needed to. I hated lying to them; it made me feel uncleanly. It made me feel like I was committing the worst crime in the world. I'll just have to sleep on it.

The next day I got up before Bree and felt very refreshed. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining bright and there was a slight, cool breeze. I decided to open Kellie's windows so we could feel the sun's warmth. Kellie was sleeping rather hard so I started to make plans for today with her. We could go shopping, but I didn't have money. Of course Kellie did because her dad was a professional lawyer. Mr. Michael was never around, though, and Bree's mom had left the two when she was only five.

I decided that we should go talk and walk down the beach on the warmed sand. After that we could grab a bite at the local tea shop. This plan should be good; Bree and I need talk more since she's been spending a lot of her time away from me. I missed hanging out with my best friend.

"Good morning, sleepy head! I made a few plans while you were sleeping! Get up and go get dressed!" I told Kellie as she frowned and sat up. I looked at her curiously.

"What time is it, Morgan?" Bree asked as she put her jeans on and dug for a shirt.

"It's 10 o'clock in the morning. Why, is there somewhere you need to be at this time?" I asked Bree surprisingly. I wasn't trying to be mean, and I didn't want to, but she seemed a bit tense.

"Morgan, why in the world didn't you wake me up? You knew I had to be up at 8 to callCal! I can't believe you!" Bree hollered at me in disgust! She ran out the room, making sure she slammed the door, and didn't say a word.

I didn't even remember her telling me this. She must have been awake when I was sleeping and told me. I hope she's not too mad at me, I thought. This was not good.

I met Bree down stairs and grabbed a Pepsi. That was always my unhealthy morning breakfast. I sat down on the stool in the kitchen by Kellie. I looked at her as she stared at the counter.

"I don't understand. Why would you do this,Morgan? You knew this meant a lot!" Bree started throwing words at me. I didn't understand why she was blaming it all on me.