Making the Effort

<3 you Brookie, the seccond story you've inspired... i really must miss you :P

"You know what i really love?" Sasha leaned back, lounging haphazardly against the beanbag on her floor, arms flung out wildly as she leaned towards the phone pressed against her ear. "Ummmm, Having a day off work?" Brooke had texted - for the thousandth time - to say she'd just finished a shift at one of her jobs and it was her best free time all week.  Luckily she'd been free this time, it had been almost two weeks since they'd talked. They wrote letters to each other every other night. Honest to god pages about who knows what. It was crazy that they still had anything to talk about, but letter's just wern't the same as a phone call. You could reuse the good stories, just adding a bit more detail. Usually they were so happy to talk to each other that the topic just didn’t matter at all.

Brooke had been her best friend in Yr 12, they'd done almost everything together; joined the same clubs, made as many plans as they could considering Brooke had lived out of town. It had been an easy friendship. Brooke had the friendliest, most accepting nature Sasha had ever met. She understood everything without judging, but she wasn't afraid to laugh. To be honest Sasha had no clue what Brooks had seen in her, but she never tried to change it. She was catty, gossipy; really, she was everything Brooke wasn't, but it didn't seem to make a difference to Brooke. In less than a month, Brooke managed to wear down her defenses, now she was hooked. She went out of her way to be nicer around her, as if that could somehow make her more worthy of Brooke’s friendship.

Brooke snorted into the line, "No. Of all of my friends, you’re the easiest to stay in touch with." Sasha frowned in confusion, laughing gently. "Brooks, only you could find a nice way to say 'you loser your never busy, but it suits me when i'm bored'... this is why we're friends." Brooke laughed, pandering to her self-decapitating attempt at a joke. "I'm serious! Half the people i know still live here. You move to another city, we never see each other and your still the only person who puts in half an effort. I spend my whole day at work and my plans with everyone else just seem to fall through.”

It was true really. Brooke was so nice that people just assumed she was never short a friend when she needed one. Everyone loved her, and somehow when she really needed someone, her friends all figured she was going to someone else. Thinking about it, it was even easier to stay in touch with Brooke than most of her friends. The difference was, Brooke made an effort too. Sometimes Sasha just KNEW that if she stoped messageing everyone, if she dropped off the grid, noone would notice. She’d tried it once, she hadn’t messaged anyone for two weeks. She’d given in eventually and called a friend. Where have been they’d asked, I havn’t heard from you in ages. I’d begun to wonder, one even went so far as to coment, If something had happened to you. It wasn’t that hard she’d thought. Your phone had my number and you were online every night. It wouldn’t have been hard to send a message. None of those calls had lasted long. Her tongue had been thick, coated with words she wouldn’t let out. It wasn’t their fault she wasn’t as important to them as she’d wanted to be. She understood that they had their own lives; it just made what Brooke did that much more special.

She sent Brooke as message as often as she could, whether it was a link to a new song, or a funny thing she’d heard on the train. The difference was, if Brooke didn’t hear from her in a few days, there’d be a message in her inbox when she went to bed, saying how much Brooke missed her and a time Brooke would be near a phone. Brooke was so bright, so honest that it was easy to want to call. She’d only known her for two years, but living away from home, talking to Brooke was enough to chase away the homesickness.

“You make it easy Rookie” She smiled, hoping Brooke could hear how serious she was thought the phone. “Besides, You can’t get rid of me… I know I should have told you but,” She let out a fake sob, raising her voice into a sickening falsetto, “I’m pregnant!” It was a joke they’d told a thousand times but she knew Brooke would understand. Without Sasha ever having said a word, Brooks had known she was scared of strong emotions, that for all her bitching she never even looked badly at someone who’d never hurt her, and that despite all her assumed confidence, she might just be the most scared and insecure girl in the world. Brooke gasped in a tone that would put a soap actress to shame.

“Your kidding, I’m engaged!!!”

Author's Note

Always looking for ways to improve my writing... please tell me if you see any:D

Reviews

[Taylor H.]

"You know what i really love?" ----You know what I really love?


"Ummmm, Having a day off work?" -------having


but letter's just wern't the same as a phone call-----weren't


Brooke had been her best friend in Yr 12-----year


'you loser your never busy, but it suits me when i'm bored'... ------you're I'm


Half the people i know still live here.-------I know


we never see each other and your still the only ----you're


The difference was, Brooke made an effort too----no comma

Sometimes Sasha just KNEW that if she stoped messageing everyone, if she dropped off the grid, noone would notice. She’d tried it once, she hadn’t messaged anyone for two weeks. She’d given in eventually and called a friend. Where have been they’d asked, I havn’t heard from you in ages. I’d begun to wonder, one even went so far as to coment, If something had happened to you.----(stopped) (messaging) (no one) (haven't) (comment) (if)

The difference was, if Brooke didn’t hear from her in a few days, ----no comma

“Besides, You can’t get rid of me… -----you

“Your kidding, I’m engaged!!!” ---you're


this was a cute story :)

[Kaya]

This is really written for my best friend Brooke. She isn't a member here, but checks my profile regularly to read my writing. As much as she denied Sasha as being a very good representation of me, Brooke is true to her real character. Really, since we moved away from each other, we've missed each other like crazy, so this was just a call out to such a faithful friend.

[Allie]

I love friendships like this.

[Daydreamer54]

Lol, Ah the power of friendship. IThis story makes me smile and think of my own best friend. I didn't see anything wrong with it. great write! ^^

[Odayin]

I enjoyed this one just because it was realistic. I can tell you've either had a relationship similar to that, or you are currently in one:)
The words and emotions are so true as you accurately portray the nature of people when they always think someone has someone else. The phone call itself is accurate as well as people who know each other so well can joke around without the slightest hint of sarcasm and the other person will still know they're joking...like you showed in the last line.
Great story, keep working with your strengths:)