WOOOO! Thanks to all reviewers! Sorry it took such a long time but I was having a whole lot of tennis lessons…

A/N: Right. You know that part in the first chapter that talks about what schools they went to? That was before I read the third book (Girls in Pants). So just ignore that part…I'll change that soon. They're in college. Bee's in Brown, Tibby's in NYU, Lena's in RISD and Carmen's in Williams…

Chapter 2 – A Fight?

Lena, Tibby and Bee all burst out with "sorry"s and "but he INSISTED! But she INSISTED!"

"Really?" Carmen fired back, jumping to my feet, "Well, I INSIST you come on time!"

They all just sat in silence, staring at her pace the room angrily.

"I thought you all cared about our friendship. I thought you guys were just as scared and worried about our friendship as I was. I thought we were all too good friends to just…forget about each other's—each other's feelings-" Carmen sniffed as tears filled her eyes. "-and hurt each oth—oh ok, hurt ME. Obviously, I was wrong." Carmen angrily picked up the food she had brought and walked over to the door.

It seemed to bring Lena, Tibby and Bridget back to life. They ran to Carmen.

"We're sorry," Lena consoled, "it really, really, REALLY won't happen again!"

"We do care about you," Bridget reassured, "more than anything in the world!"

Tibby wiped Carmen's angry tears away from her face.

"Oh, really?" Carmen shouted, "that's what you say! Well, you know what? Easier said than done. You guys just talk and talk but do you really mean it? NO! You're just doing this so—so that it'll look like our friendship is still steady! Well, it's NOT! Even if we weren't fighting, you should know. Our friendship is deteriorating. We talk less and less on the phone and our letters are becoming shorter and further apart."

Lena looked at the floor and whispered, "Oh, Carma, it doesn't matter. We're still the best of friends and will always be."

"Yeah," said Tibby unenthusiastically, glancing at her watch.

"You!" Carmen shrieked at Tibby, "I saw that! So eager to leave, are you? And you're saying "yeah" like you don't even care! I—I know! You DON'T care anymore, do you? Have all your famous film-star friends and forget all about your old ones? I knew it! We don't mean anything to you anymore!"

"You're wrong," said Tibby coldly. "Why do you always think you're right, Carmen? WHY? You just assume and jump to conclusions like a bratty—a bratty brat! Which you most definitely are. You think you know everything. You think no one has feelings to do BUT you. I wanted you to be happy for me. I thought you would be when I told you that Mr. Michigan is taking me and a few others to Hollywood next week. But you don't care about me, do you? All you care about is yourself. You and your selfish self. You think that everything is about you. You think the world revolves around you. We have busy schedules now. I'm going to Hollywood, hello! Bee is going to help the United States qualify for the frickin' World Cup, for God's sake! Lena's going to represent the state in the Regional Art Competition! Or don't you know this? Because YOU don't care. You never bother to ask us what's going on with us. It's YOU who doesn't care about US, not the other way around." Tibby glared heatedly at Carmen.

Carmen let out a scream of agony and hatred, threw an ugly glance at Tibby across the room and flounced out the room without another word.

"Tibby," said Lena desperately, "you…Carmen…"

Tibby looked at Lena and said slowly, "Sorry, Lenny, I don't think I'll be hanging around that bitch anymore." She quickly hugged Lena and Bee and told them that she would be heading back to NYU. "What a waste of time," she muttered under her breath and left.

Lena and Bridget were left standing there like rocks, watching the departure of both fuming girls; Carmen and Tibby.