Already put the disclaimer in the first chapter.

Don't Diss The Sonic – Oops. My bad. My eyes have been off whack lately. XD Anywho, second chapter now. Let's hope you can cry now. …Wait, that's not a good thing to say. D:

Also, for all readers, I didn't exactly know a song that fit for this chapter so… I just put three quotes at the bottom. XD Also because I really wanted to use those quotes. :3

Yes, this is a long-ish chapter (to me) but my writing muse sucks right now so….. the sentence structures will absolutely suck.


"Friendship is like a glass ornament; once it is broken it can rarely be put back together exactly the same way." - Unknown

This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

Jasmine wasn't supposed to storm out like that. And Twila wasn't supposed to be sitting in the same spot she had been an hour ago, feeling this big void open up inside of her. Even her husband couldn't seal up that void as he sat down on the couch beside her, wrapping her up with a hug.

"Is everything alright?"

When Twila gave no response and just stared at him, he got the message. Nothing was alright. Twila sighed after a few moments of silence, "Well, not everything is alright. It's just that Jasmine….." She trailed off and bit her lip, not wanting to say more.

"It's Jasmine, dear. Give her time."

Twila nodded, letting herself take comfort in Alex's embrace.


Jasmine grumbled to herself as she strode into her house, taking care to slam the door loudly and jolt Matthew from his afternoon nap on the couch. "Somebody's angry…." He commented, waiting for Jasmine to explain. "It's nothing, Matthew." He grabbed her wrist as she passed by, "You slammed the door. That means you're angry. Why are you angry?" She glared at him, "Things didn't go well at Twila's house." "Care to explain?" She yanked her wrist out of his grip and trudged off to the master bedroom, shouting over her shoulder, "No, Matthew. I would not care to explain." Matthew sighed and leaned back onto the couch. What had happened at Twila's house to make Jasmine like this?


Twila had left her house over an hour ago, instantly driving to the nearest bar she knew. It was a slightly unusual action for Twila Parker to do, mostly because she occasionally got drunk. But today, Twila wasn't going to the bar for herself. She was there because she knew it was the one place she would find her best friend. And as always, she was 100% accurate. The brunette had her back facing Twila, deep in conversation with the bartender. Twila hesitated for a moment, waiting until the bartender had left to serve somebody else to approach the other girl.

"I thought I told you goodbye forever." The girl said out of the blue, throwing Twila off guard. Why did she always have to be so damn stubborn?

"You didn't exactly say 'forever', Jasmine." The redhead replied, forming air quotes around "forever".

"I don't see how that matters. I meant it anyway." Jasmine shot back, her tone making the sentence seem like it belonged in a everyday conversation.

Twila was left silent, staring in awe at her friend – whether or not Jasmine still considered Twila to be her friend was to be found out. She finally got her voice back and murmured so only Jasmine could hear. "You don't mean that, Jasmine." She gently put her hand on the brunette's shoulder only to be roughly shaken off.

"Don't. Touch. Me." Jasmine hissed, glaring daggers.

A commotion was starting to brew between the two girls and to be honest; the bartender didn't bother to break up the girls because he was just too lazy – and because female bar fights were more entertaining half of the time.

Twila gave a short laugh and proceeded to taunt Jasmine. After all, it was the first step to get her to calm down in a short four-step plan. "What, I can't touch you?" She faked a smile and gave a little push to Jasmine's shoulder.

What Twila got in response was already expected; it hurt nevertheless. Jasmine's right hook caught the other girl square in the jaw, sending her stumbling to the ground. The whole bar fell silent and stared, all eyes on the girls who were now the center of attention.

Twila rubbed her jaw, "That hurt." Jasmine silently glared back as Twila stood back up. "Aw, come on, Jasmine. You can do better than that, right?" The redhead smirked as Jasmine fell for her taunt and aimed for Twila's jaw again – but she was prepared this time. Side-stepping, Twila grabbed both of Jasmine's wrists and held them still. The brunette struggled, hissing, "Let go of me!" Jasmine's obvious refusal to cooperate caused Twila to just grip her friend's wrists tighter.

The redhead leaned in and whispered into Jasmine's ear, "You are going to calm down now. Then, you are going to come with me and we are going to have a talk." Her tone was so gentle that it calmed the brunette immediately. Jasmine heavily sighed as Twila let go of her wrists, "Fine."

As the two girls started heading for the exit, Twila stopped and gave the bartender a look of disappointment, "You're one lousy bartender." The bartender said nothing but put up an obscene finger in Twila's direction. She shrugged it off and continued walking toward the exit with Jasmine trailing behind.

As they got to Twila's car, Jasmine sighed again, climbing into the passenger seat. "Thank you, Twila." She kept the sentence vague, not giving a hint to what she had thanked Twila for. There was no response from the redhead until after she had started the car and had driven away from the bar.

"Thanks for what?" Twila asked, breaking the silence. Her hands rested on the steering wheel, calm as always. Whereas if Jasmine had been driving, her hands would have been clenched so hard, the knuckles white.

"I don't know… Everything, I guess?" Jasmine shrugged, furrowing her brow in confusion at her inability to explain.

"You can't explain how much you'd like to thank me right now." Twila simply stated, an amused smile touching her face.

Jasmine paused, her mouth opening and closing as she pondered the statement, "Well… Yes, sort of. I guess…." She smiled and laughed after a moment, "You always could read me like a book, Twila."

The car fell silent except for the whirring of the engine and Twila and Jasmine's steady breathing. A few minutes later, Twila put the car into park and scrambled out of the driver's side, fiddling with her keys. Jasmine followed suit, took one look at where they were, and stared at the redhead, "You said we were going to talk."

Twila nodded, "We are." She walked up the steps to the McCollet-Parker house, unlocking the door.

Jasmine stayed beside the car, "Wait, but what about Alex?"

"It's Friday, Jasmine. I can just, I don't know, tell him to go spend the night at somebody else's house." She shrugged, chuckling at Jasmine's look of disbelief.

"That sounds kind of harsh, don't you think?"

"Well, he'll probably deal with worse, being married to me and all."

Jasmine blinked and followed Twila into the house, muttering, "Sometimes I don't understand you, Twila."


"It takes years to build up a friendship but only one day to break it…." – Jasmine Reider

"If you're alone, I'll be your shadow. If you want to cry, I'll be your shoulder. If you want a hug, I'll be your pillow. If you need to be happy, I'll be your smile... But anytime you need a friend, I'll just be me." – Unknown

"A simple friend thinks the friendship over when you have an argument. A real friend knows that it's not a friendship until after you've had a fight." - Unknown