The Monday after my birthday, you asked me to hand you a juice box.
"What's it with you and juice?" I furrowed my eyebrows at you as I handed you your juice box.
"It tastes good." You laughed.
Your laugh consisted of covering your mouth as you squinted your eyes. It was a natural laugh. It was pretty typical. Everyone laughed like that.
But the way it sounded... it was heavenly.
Nobody sounded like that while laughing.
"I'm sorry." I said without thinking.
You only gave me a questioning look.
"I'm sorry he hurt you."
"Ah, I'm over him. I always fall for jerks." You patted my back and gestured me to move since there was no one in front of me anymore.
"Doesn't give him the right to be a jerk to you."
Your expression softened and you looked at me as if I was the heartbroken one.
To be honest, I actually was the heartbroken one.
Right after that, you smiled at me and asked me to join you and your best friends.
"Just like the old days!"
I laughed at your insensible use of words. Three months were your definition of old days?
I sat with you and you smiled as you grabbed a cookie off my tray.