"Lis? Oh my God, what happened? What is it?"
To this day, I cannot for the life of me figure out how in the heck Bianca knew it was me sobbing like an idiot on the other end of the line, or how she knew that Brett had broken up with me. And even more so, how, or even why she'd risked missing all of her classes by simply saying "I'll be there as fast as I can. Just stay there."
And so I stayed in my room, sobbing until my chest hurt. And when I was completely drained, I turned on the television. But not even the sight of the gorgeous guys on General Hospital…that Dr. Noah Drake was sooo gorgeous. How did they manage to get such a sexy guy like Rick Springfield to play him? And when in the heck were they going to let him sing "Jessie's Girl" on the show? Hey, doctors could sing, right? It's a soap opera. It happens. And don't even get me started on how incredibly gorgeous Blackie Parrish was. That John Stamos was going to be a huge star someday. I bet he has his own show in a few years. But for now I'll take him on the small screen. The sight of his totally rad face on my tiny television was like having him all to myself. God, I wish! He was always crying on the show it seemed, which, in turn would make me cry. I mean how could I just sit there and not be moved by the sight of a gorgeous guy crying? I may have been lame but I wasn't that lame!
But at that moment, even the sight of either him or Rick Springfield would have cheered me up. I turned it off, throwing myself onto my bed. I just prayed that my roommate Samantha wouldn't come home and find me freaking out in our dorm room.
I wasn't sure how long I lay there, sobbing off and on but I heard a knock on the door. I climbed off of the bed and smoothed my hands on my jeans. The second I opened the door I gasped.
"Bianca…"
I wanted to scream and throw my arms around her, the way we'd done since we were kids, but instead I burst into pathetic tears. She didn't ask any questions, just held me while I cried. And cried, and cried.
She listened to my lame sob story about Brett and didn't even offer any advice. I know I should have been mad because isn't that what friends were supposed to do? Offer advice? But she knew me too well, and knew that if I had wanted advice I would have asked for it.
When I was better we hugged again and to thank her (although there was no real way to do that properly; I mean, I owed her the world), I took her to the coolest pizza place in Lewiston, Luiggi's Pizzeria. We ordered a huge-and I mean huge pepperoni and sausage pizza and devoured every bit of it along with two Cokes. And then we had desert.
All too soon she said she had to go so we hugged goodbye-tightly, the way best friends do-and I watched her drive away. I knew that she was going to call me the minute she returned to her dorm, but I missed her already. She was definitely the best friend I'd ever had, second only to Henry.
Go figure.