(Chanel's POV)

The sun is FINALLY up. Last night was the longest night of my life. I never went to sleep. I just spent the long hours crying and thinking, praying that somehow things with Galleria will work out. Now that morning is here, I can slip out of my mom's room to go talk to Galleria. I don't want to waste any time, I've done too much of that already. I don't bother changing out of my pajamas, I just throw on my fuzzy slippers and rush over to my best friend's room. I knock on her door and call her name softly. She isn't answering. Figuring she's either still asleep or ignoring me, I open the door and step inside. I call her name again, then step toward the bed. It's empty, save for a few sheets of paper, and there's no sign of any of her things. She's gone. She left without even saying goodbye. If it's possible, I think my heart just broke even more. My Bubbles is gone. She really left. I pick the paper up from the bed, noticing that it's a musical score, but not really able to comprehend the words on the page through my grief. I hug the paper to myself, trying to hang onto any connection to Galleria.

I should have gone to her last night like I wanted to. Now it's too late…. I think back to last night, when I realized that I would do whatever it takes to get Bubbles back in my life. I can't give up now. Maybe there's still time, maybe I can still catch her. I have to try!

(Galleria's POV)

Well, this is it. Goodbye, Barcelona. I'm standing in the train station, checking the arrival and departure boards to see when my train is going to get here. I'm looking forward to getting to Paris and seeing my dad. He always knows just how to cheer me up. As I scan the arrival times, I hear a familiar sound. It's the opening lines of my new song. I guess it's been stuck in my head so much lately that now I'm hearing it subconsciously. I shake my head to clear it. But wait--I hear it again, and it's louder and definitely real. Suddenly the butterflies in my stomach start going berserk and my skin tingles. I turn around slowly, not exactly knowing what I'm going to find.

She's here. Chanel, Aqua, and Dorinda are all standing right in front of me. They are huddled around the sheet music I left on the bed, singing to me. And they're in their pajamas. What?!

Chanel takes a step toward me as she sings, "Nothing is ever gonna come between… amigas"

All of the breath within me escapes as I look at her. This look she is giving me, this is new. It's a mixture of pain, hope, love, sorrow, and sincerity. I realize that she's talking to me now, so I try to focus on her words.

"This song was written for four part harmony. We can't do this without you, girl. This is the best song you've ever written."

When I finally remember to breathe, I answer timidly, "Thanks."

"Can you ever forgive me?"

As I look at my best friend, a million thoughts and memories run through my head. I think of all the fun we've had. I remember her forgiving me for being such a controlling jerk freshman year. I remember the feeling of holding her and kissing her cheek at the villa. I think of how much I love her smile, and love being the cause of it. I can't help but look her over, out in public wearing her pajamas! She is too adorable for words, with her braids and silky pjs. And, oh my gosh, the poodle fuzzy slippers! I can't possibly stay upset with Chuchi after all this. I love her so much!

A small smile comes to my lips and I look her in the eye, "Yes, I forgive you Chuchi." We both share a relieved giggle and wrap each other up in a tight hug. I soon feel Aqua and Doe join in for a big group hug.

Chuchi locks eyes with me again and asks, "Bubbles, friends forever?"

I don't even need to think about my answer. I immediately assure her, "Forever!"

"Look at us."

I am looking at us. I look at my three best friends and tell them, "I can't believe this right now." I glance meaningfully at their disheveled hair and pajamas. We all share a giggle at the ridiculous picture we must make.

Before we leave the train station, Chanel pulls me into another tight hug. "Can we talk tonight?"

I squeeze her even tighter and say, "I'd like that."