AN:
Me: Blah, in a oneshot mood. Kinda drabbley, very suckish (in my opinion) but read anyway I guess. It's Courtney's POV so yeah… that's it.
"Why do you put up with me?" I asked her once, while she was helping bandage me up from a fight I'd gotten into with another girl.
She sighed, and as she always did when I asked her why she hasn't abandoned me yet, she responded with a simple, "Because that's what friends do."
I would stare at her, blinking, not sure what she meant by that. Bridgette always had a way of making something that should be simple sound like Morse code.
I'm not sure why we're friends, why she stays with me, why she hasn't lost her mind already. I'm not quite sure why I haven't driven her off with my attitude. But she stays, and I try my hardest to keep it that way.
I love her, love her like a sister. More than a sister; like a mother. The mother I never had. No, I didn't grow up as an orphan but I might as well have. Divorced parents that don't give a damn can really fuck up a childhood. And even if my parents cared, Bridgette acts like a mother to me. She looks after me, and I can't even count how many things she's given up for me.
She gave up her friendship with Gwen, for one. They were so close, until the incident with her and Duncan happened. According to Bridgette, she couldn't stand being friends with someone who does something like that and doesn't even apologize. She ended things with Geoff too. According to her, the attraction became only physical. Love or lust, I can't help but blame myself for that. And since we're roommates and she basically refuses to leave me until I'm married, she moves from place to place at my side, changing her life for me without even a word of complaint. Sometimes I wonder if she feels it's her duty to stay with me and thinks I'm just a charity case. Then I remember this is Bridgette. And Bridgette doesn't lie.
I think she uses my parents and my tough experiences with love to explain why I am who I am. I personally think that's bull, and that I'm the harsh person I am because I was born that way. Still, she attempts to make excuses for me. Once, when she had suddenly gotten into a psychiatry kick, she tried to give me a psych analysis. She told me that I push people away. I responded harshly that if I push people away, I'd have pushed her off a cliff already. That hurt her, I could tell, but she didn't let it show.
Sometimes I wish that she would just leave. Let me be the hermit I'm obviously setting myself up to be. Just prove me right, that everyone who you love will leave you, that kindness is just a word. But she never does.
She stays, and I let her stay. We're clockwork.
AN:
Me: Suckish? Yes, I do believe it was.