Bebe thought back with guilt and frustration to all the times she had wronged Wendy when the two of them were in grade school. She remembered when she had, along with every girl except Wendy, followed the "stupid spoiled whore" fad and idolized Paris Hilton. Then even worse, she had pointed a gun at Wendy, her best friend, just for some nice shoes. And finally, the Photoshop incident. That was what had really made Wendy an outcast. Bebe and all the other girls (except Wendy, once again) had Photoshopped pictures of themselves to make them appear more attractive. Wendy was ridiculed and punished for trying to tell everyone that they were fine as they were, despite their flaws. No one listened and Wendy was never the same again.

While Bebe had gone on to have what she considered a rich social life and became the most popular girl in middle school and high school, Wendy had only grown more socially isolated. By their junior year of high school, Kyle was her only friend, with Stan having broken up with her long ago. Fortunately for Kyle, he was the kind of person who could get along with both the outcasts and the popular crowd. He was a mutual friend of Bebe's and Wendy's, but Bebe and Wendy themselves hadn't spoken for years.

And Bebe knew it was her fault. She was the one who had led the charge against Wendy in fourth grade whenever the poor girl wanted to go against some fad that was clearly wrong or at least incredibly stupid. And now they would be graduating high school in a month and Bebe would never see Wendy again. This was now keeping her awake every night, more and more so as graduation drew closer. Tonight was especially bad. Bebe glanced over at the digital clock, it's dim glow and the dim light provided by the moon and streetlights through a lone window were the only light in Bebe's room. The clock read 4:06 AM, and here instead of sleeping peacefully when she had to go to school in less than four hours, Bebe was thinking about her long ago best friend. She sat up on the edge of her bed and began to sob softly into her hands.

All the friends Bebe had made, all the popularity she had gained. None of it was worth losing Wendy's friendship. And only now had she really realized that, eight years after losing a childhood friendship. It's because I'm so stupid and Wendy's the smart one Bebe thought to herself with tragic frustration. I need her back. Maybe as more than a friend. Was Bebe in love with a friend she hadn't spoken to in eight years? Was that really it? Yes, Bebe thought, all her boyfriends had been shallow as hell and Wendy was the deepest person, male or female, that she had ever known. Only Wendy's embrace could bring her comfort from the emotional turmoil that was destroying her from within. So Bebe decided, as she got up in the middle of the night for a glass of water, that tomorrow night she would go over to Wendy's house and give the long overdue apology that Wendy more than deserved. She would beg Wendy for forgiveness because this friendship was worth more than her dignity or popularity ever would be. With that, a few hours of sleep finally came to Bebe.

The following day at school, Wendy was absent. She had been absent for the past three days in a row, which was incredibly unusual for Wendy. She was always the one who showed up for every class and got good grades. Bebe tried not to over think it, she would see Wendy tonight no matter what. Getting through the day as the depressed popular girl was not easy. She was focused on one thing and one thing only, so she didn't feel like speaking to all her "friends" or paying attention in any of her classes.

It was a relief when Bebe finally got out of school. She would be able to stay comfortably isolated at home until it was time to go see Wendy. She figured she would go see Wendy around 7:00 in the evening, when it was cool and dark. At about 5:30, a cold rain began to fall, setting the mood perfectly for Bebe. Good, Bebe thought to herself, After all I've done to Wendy, I DESERVE to be drenched in the cold rain when I beg her for forgiveness!

Bebe left her home at about 6:45 that evening into the dark gray rain and made her way to Wendy's house. She was soaked by the time she arrived at Wendy's doorstep.

Bebe took a deep breath and knocked on Wendy's door.