Beatrice's POV

Nami arrives home, quietly shutting the door behind her and throwing her keys carelessly on the side. Bronwyn, Sandra and I perk up, rising to our feet and peering around the doorway before bounding towards her.

"Hey!" Bronwyn says with a smile, and Nami dismissively waves a hand in her direction. Sandra and I slide into the seats on the Breakfast bar, smiling broadly. Nami glances round, taken back by our expressions.

"What are you, my personal stalkers?" She scoffs, pouring herself a glass of Smirnoff.

"What? Us? Nooo!" Sandra exaggerates, a shocked look on her face.

"And remind me why you're not in one of those crappy OTT silent movies?" Nami declared, sighing.

"Soo... how was it?" Bronwyn asks, head resting on the palm of her hand. Nami rolls her eyes.

"Fine," she responds flatly, not even acknowledging them.

"Come on!" Sandra and I whine in varied ways like stroppy children. Once again, Nami sighs loudly and leans against the surface, taking a sip of her drink.

"Okay, what was the homework winner like?" Bronwyn questioned, standing beside her, arms crossed.

"Cool. Good Singer. Funny. Hot-"

"Did you just choose him cause he was good looking?" I interupts, scowling.

Please tell me she's not THAT shallow, I plead, hoping I'm wrong and that she chose him on his skill, not his abs.

"No! He was talented and individual," She defends, throwing her arms in the air but being careful not to spill her drink. "Wasn't even the best looking there anyways," She mutters to herself, moving away from us before washing out her glass and place it in the sink basin lazily, obviously too tired to carry out the simple chore of putting it in the dishwasher. After a moment, Sandra continues and I turn to her.

"So... what was it like? Judging I mean. It must have been weird, seeing as we've been there already." I nod enthusiastically, my gaze focussing on Nami, my best friend. Yet part of me questions that statement, wondering whether it's still true.

Yes. Of course it is! But I'm unable to convince myself, as a part of me tells me that she's not the same girl she was before, that she's moved on without me. I mean, when you have Naya Rivera on your contact list, who really needs friends you knew for two weeks! It kind of shows how different Nami and Sandra are. I can't help but wonder whether Bronwyn has the same reservations. I have a feeling that she doesn't have time to consider it; she has enough on her plate.


Bronwyn's POV

"It was like, watching my whole life. It makes no sense, but I feel like it was so unreal, like I wasn't there. Stupid, I know." Sandra nods, understanding perfectly. I look at her, eyes focussed on the cracks and dents on the surface, her jumper sleeves pulled down firmly. I don't know what's coming next for her. It's like, everything she worked for on the show has shattered in an instant. I have so much to say that my heart could burst, but I can't find the words. It's frustrating.

At least she's better than she was

I think, smiling sadly.

"I understand completely" I say, and Nami smiles, trying to believe me but not really accepting it. But that's okay, it'll all be okay in the end.

And then there's a knock at the door.