It was Tuesday night.

Two of my good friends flew in from Chicago to catch things up with me. Both of them were in art school in Chicago. If you put three of us in a room, no one will expect that we would get along. Lily grew up in New Jersey, she was the typical bad girl in school who would get into trouble, even without being there. As for Nicole, she was my neighbor before she moved to Canada. We got along really well because mainly, our parents were from the same 'group' of friends. We attended charity galas together, dinners and many things together.

"So what's the deal between you and Frank Iero?", Lily asked.

I dropped the cookie that I was eating and widened my eyes, I was shocked that she knows.

"What do you mean?"

"Who's Frank?", Nicole asked.

"Seriously, B. You went out on a date with him, that you didn't even tell us, if I might add, and now you are pretending like you didn't go", Lily replied. Nicole repeated the questions at least 5 times before Lily snapped at her..

"It's the guy from My Chemical Romance. Can you please shut the fuck up now?", Lily answered Nicole. Nicole stuck out her tongue and continued eating another cookie.

I let out a heavy sigh before answering her, "We went out and Mikey and Bob sort of gave me a hint about Frank's lovely manwhore behavior"

"Yeah, he has THAT reputation", Lily rolled her eyes.

"Why? What is he like and how did you know him?", I questioned her.

"I grew up in Jersey, B. So I sort of knew him back then. Always the gentleman but can never put his dick in his pants. I think he would prance it around the school if he could", Lily giggled.

"So you know him?", I asked again.

"Yes and no. The last time I met him was during his Pencey Prep years. I never mentioned about him to both of you because you guys were always too busy being your parents"

I didn't bother to ask what Pencey Prep was because I just remembered that Frank went back this morning and he did not even call or text me.

"Are you going to contact him?", Nicole finally joined our conversation. She looked lost the whole time.

I shook my head, "No, thanks. My book is pretty much filled with a lot of sad things. I am just a loser in that department"

My week progressed smoothly but Rebecca was getting weaker. She loved to go for a walk in the park but today, she complained about her legs. She said it felt numb. I knew it was a bad sign and she knew it too. Rebecca threw out her extensive wigs and replaced it with beanies, hats or any piece of headgear that she found.

After two weeks, she was beginning to look even paler. Throughout this whole two weeks, she kept asking me about Frank and I kept lying to her, saying that Frank calls me every now and then to check up on me. I did not want her to worry about me as much as I was worrying about her.

"Are you sure you don't wanna go to the hospital, Becca?", I asked.

She shook her head, "I am fine, Blair. Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure"

"Why did you lie to me about Frank?"

"I didn't...", I lied.

"Are you going to lie straight to my face again, Blair? Are you feeling sorry for me? Because it feels like you have been lying to me to make me happy but Frank has been telling me a different story", she replied.

"No, Becca.. I was-"

"Blair, stop trying to make everyone happy! You are not a saint, you can't keep on bending your back? How much can you bend before you finally break, Blair?"

"How did you know?"

"We have been keeping in touch. He was nice enough to tell me the truth while you just lie straight to my face. Blair, he likes you a lot and the only reason why he hasn't contact you is because you, being a stubborn bitch that you have always been, asked him to not contact you at all. And him, being an idiot, listened to you", Rebecca continued.

Her last sentence made me laugh. Her anger finally disappeared from her face and she laughed with me. She pulled me into a hug and said the most ridiculous thing, ever.

"By the way, he is coming in ten minutes"