Leah's POV
She had explain it all to me through her sobbing.
"There are plenty of other fish in the sea!" I said. No I am not good at comforting.
"But I don't want a fish, I want Harry!"
I feel like a socially awkward penguin. Backfire. Okay let's try a different tactic.
"He was stupid for saying those things."
"I was stupid for loving him!"
I need to like start a club for socially awkward penguins like me. It could be called SOP. Wait focus. Best friend crying. What about flattery? That ALWAYS works with my Ava.
"You were too good for him."
"If I'm so 'good' why would he say all that stuff about me?"
Okay I give up.
"Bitch, get the hell up. We're going to Target. We are buying a gallon of ice cream for your mopey ass, and you are going to cry. All night. We will wake up tomorrow morning. We are burning all of his shit. All of it. We are then going shopping. You will be the most beautiful bitch on the planet."
Haha now I'm not a socially awkward penguin. I'm practically Jesus!
So that's exactly what we did.