I didn't lie.
I'm not saying that I never lie. Even someone as wonderful (and pretty!) as me lies sometimes. Even Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes Monroe has lied. So it's not that I haven't lied. I just wasn't lying when I said it.
"I should have guessed it. Who's Tawni's best friend?"
"Tawni!"
I had always been my own best friend. In fact, I was always the only person I really considered my friend at all. Mandy had been competition. Nico and Grady were okay, but I still only considered them coworkers.
And then Sonny showed up.
She was a lot better than I had expected her to be. But she was also untainted by Hollywood, still just as sweet and friendly as any small-town girl from Wisconsin. And…sunny. Sunny little Sonny. Before I knew it, I was…caring. About someone besides me.
There was definitely something wrong with that.
Anyways, I knew I cared. But I don't guess I realized just how much. So when she asked who my best friend was, the answer seemed easy.
I didn't lie. I was just mistaken.
She was the only one who should have been nothing more but competition, but in actuality was a lot more. She makes me want to be more like her. I've actually been, dare I say it, nicer. It only took me a little bit longer to figure it out.
Tawni isn't Tawni Hart's best friend any more.
Sonny is.
