Romans & histoires Joey's Sisters On Friends

He says and at that moment Izzy rounds the corner. "That's right, Briar! Your birthday is coming up! We should plan something!" She says excitedly and I roll my eyes. She had been making pathetic attempts to fix our sad friendship over the last month, but she didn't really seem to care enough for me to take it seriously. "Maybe we could do something this weekend over break?" She asks and before I can turn her down Quinn interjects. "No. She has plans." He says firmly and I look over at him curiously.

I smoothened my hair and my short dress before proceeding in his direction but I didn’t get far when Hilary appeared from absolutely who knows where and positioned herself in front of me. Startled, I jumped back a little. “Hilary… Hi.” I tried not to stammer. “Hey Livy.” She said bluntly. “Your brother isn’t at the party.” “He isn’t?” I said genuinely surprised. Then I shrugged. “Maybe he went home tired. He did train a lot this week.” “Your Nerd Friend isn’t here as well.” Hilary said flipping her hair past her shoulders as if her words were meant to mean something.

My phone was on the desk, buzzing faintly, tempting me to lose myself in something else for a few minutes. There was a message from Rhoda waiting. Baby Sis: You unfroze my accounts. Thanks for that. I didn’t bother replying. Unfreezing her accounts didn’t mean anything had changed. She was still on probation. One wrong step, and she’d lose it all again. I opened the burner social media account I’d set up a while ago, scrolling through to check on my sister—and, of course, Joan. Joan, the woman who had decided to keep the blonde hair, despite my opinion. It wasn’t as though she didn’t look good with it—she did—but it wasn’t her.