I don't think that we're really sure where this came from but here it is anyway. It's basically a chapter written around one of the 'best friend' quotes that LaJaC loves so much.
Princess: We should probably be studying for our exams.
LaJaC: But where's the fun in that?
Princess: This one is on your head LaJaC. You came up with the idea
A friend shares their umbrella with you. A best friend takes yours and yells 'RUN BEEP, RUN!'
"Hey Foster, what's up?" Gillian repressed the urge to roll her eyes and turned around.
"Morning Cal," she greeted calmly. Cal caught up to her.
"Everything ok?" he asked.
"You mean apart from the fact that Alec and I are separating?" she asked sarcastically. "Yeah I'm fine." Cal shrugged and rested his hand lightly on her arm.
"I'm around if you need to talk," he reminded her before catching sight of Loker. "Oi Loker," he yelled jogging to catch up with him. Gillian smiled slightly and shook her head. Only Cal could make her smile without trying.
Gillian pulled up to the Lightman Group the next morning and looked out at the parking lot in annoyance. Raining. She grabbed her umbrella from the seat next to her and shook it out before getting out of the car. Loker had obviously offered to share his with Torres as they were walking towards the door together. She got halfway to the front door when she felt someone snatch the umbrella out of her hand.
"Cal!" she yelled. "No fair!" He turned around and smirked at her as he reached the door.
"You might wanna start running," he yelled back at her. "You're getting wet." With a start she realised that he was right. She had stopped automatically when he had grabbed the umbrella out of her hand. She sprinted to the door, almost falling over a few times. She stopped once she was undercover to try and wring her hair and clothes out.
"You are so dead Cal Lightman," she warned. Cal laughed as they walked inside.
"I'm serious," she said. "You made me get…" Gillian slipped on the smooth floor and reached for the nearest thing, which happened to be Cal. She sent them both flying to the ground, thanking her lucky stars that she had chosen to wear slacks that day.
"Gillian, would you move?" Cal whined. She looked down and realised that she had landed directly on top of him. She shifted and they looked at each other before cracking up laughing. Some days were better than others, Gillian thought, although most of the good days were due to Cal.