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It was about three weeks before I ran into Feferi. That was a day that I can't really forget all too much. So much had happened that day. It was a Wednesday, I know that much, and it was the day I wrecked the friendship with a close friend I had known for years. Her name was Kanaya Maryam, a friend I've had since second grade. That friendship lasted longer than any other friendship I've ever had. And I don't get many friends.
I think I started the fight between us. I most likely did. If I remember vividly, it was about her new girlfriend, Rose Lalonde. Eugh. She always rubbed me the wrong way. We glanced at each other once. She gave the most smug grin to me I've ever seen. I didn't know if she was just trying to bug me or if she was naturally that way. Either way, I didn't want chances taken. I tried to tell Kanaya that Rose was bad news, but it soon escalated from a disagreement to crying and shouting. It soon led to the destruction of our friendship. I never felt more like shit than I did then. I did what I always did when I got really upset during school. When school ended, I marched directly to the parking lot of the high school and straight to my car, sitting on top of it to cry my goddamn eyes out to no one. It was usually Kanaya to come to me and make me feel better, but now I didn't have anyone to console me. I wasn't sure how many hours I sat there, but it must've been about two or three. Kids who stayed after school for whatever activities were coming by to leave for home. I wasn't crying by then but I didn't move either. "Are you okay?" I heard multiple people come up to me and ask me that, to which I immediately barked out a "Go away" at them, and they would. But one girl didn't leave after I told her to go away. She was stubborn and persistent. I recognized her voice a bit. Farferi or something, at least I thought so. I decided to actually raise my head and look at her, my eyes a bit red and puffy still from crying. Her eyes, however, were filled with joy and care. She took me by surprise, I must say. I told her I recognized her from one of our classes together and asked why she was still here. She said she wanted for me to smile. Of course I thought she was trying to humor me. But she meant it. Feferi, after her telling me her name, suggested she drive me home. I refused the answer of being driven home and asked if she could just take me to the Skaia Cafe instead. She agreed without hesitation and took my car keys when I gave them to her to set us off to the cafe. At first, she was a little strange to me. Every time I turned to look at her, she looked back at me with a smile, in hopes I did too. I didn't, of course; my mind was still on Kanaya. But that didn't stop Feferi from continuing to try.
After we arrived at the cafe, we ordered some lattes. I don't remember how she did it, but she got me to open up. I was pouring out my feelings to her. It was almost in the same way I did so with Kanaya. And she comforted me. I sat there with her, crying into my latte at first then her shoulder. Purging out my tears always made me feel better with not just myself, but with the person who helped me into crying because I see that as a solution. If Feferi were anything, she sure was something else. We both didn't return home until the evening because of that day. We went around the city together, getting to know each other more than just our names. Not once did I smile that entire time. But I did enjoy being with her. I didn't smile while we were out walking around that is. I gave Feferi a ride home, and before she climbed out to go inside her house, I gave her a hug, a smile, and a thank you. She said you're welcomed as joyful as she was without delay or hesitation. We gave our goodbyes and I drove back home. I couldn't stop smiling after that, until I got home that is. I totally forgot I was always supposed to be home before five on the weekdays or if I’m not, I have to let my mom know I’m gonna be out late. It was about eight forty by the time I walked in the door and I was greeted with a mother who didn’t look all too pleased with me.
"I suspect you think you have all rights to stay out for however long you want without letting me know, don't you?"
"Mom, listen, I was just-"
"I don't want your excuses." And just like that, my mood was darkened. Mom walked away to the kitchen and I just stormed my way to my room. Every time my mother and I got into some stupid dispute like that or worse, it brought me to tears for some reason. I just hated how we spoke to each other like that. I just go straight to my room, toss my bag onto the floor by my bed and laid face down on the bed with my face in the pillow whilst I cradle it. And who was there to comfort me this time? My older sister, Aranea.
"Vriska, are you okay?" Aranea peeked her way into my room after hearing me sulking into my pillow. I didn't respond to her walking in. Aranea just cautiously walked over and sat at my bedside, rubbing my back and talking to me, just as she always did. "I heard about what happened with Kanaya from Porrim. I know you're torn up about it because of the entire subject and result of it but, maybe things could be rekindled after you both get some time away from each other? If Kanaya and her sister are the same like that when they just need time, it won't take long." She paused for a moment, seeing if I wanted to break in and say something but I didn't, so she continued. "Kanaya's a sweet girl, she'll forgive you anyway. It'll be okay, little sister. Things will look up if you just stay positive and try not to get brought down over it, alright? You're tough, and you always know what to do. I know you'll figure something out and come out on top successfully again. Stay strong, Vriska." Aranea leaned down and gave my cheek a kiss and gave my back one last pat before standing. Saying goodnight, she left for her room to continue whatever it was she was doing. I was a bit happier. I wanted to go and thank her for all the means of having to put up with my bullshit; I always wondered why I never did. I probably should at some point of time. But right then, I wanted to sleep. And so I did.
That day was a good and bad one, but I have good/bad days a lot. Maybe now that things were better in a way, I could still be happy. Maybe.