"What. Was. That?"

"Why was Thomas hugging you?"

"Why did you cry?"

"Do you know him?"

"Tell us everything!"

"How!?"

"Are you dating?"

"What did you talk about?"

"If not can you introduce me to him?"

"Are you friends with him?"

"From where do you know him?"

"Since when do you know him?"

"Did yall met like in those Rom-coms?"

Both Becca and Ana bombed me with questions. They just overwhelmed me and I felt my heart sink, color draining from my face. Though it started to feel... familiar as the panic crept up my spine and urged me to take...one.

"I need to piss." I blurted out while walking away.

Normally, I would never say 'piss', more like pee or something. I hated curse words. Except shit. Though I don't use it that often. More like in my thoughts. In my head. Where nobody could hear them, nor see them.

But the...moment with Thomas was see able. Very. And it will haunt me. They will bug me about it. Won't let it go.

I storm into the girl toilets and nearly slammed the door into a girl.

"Sorry." I apologize fast.

I locked the door and sat down on the toilet seat. I didn't felt like crying, though I felt like taking... Well, taking one.

Maybe from this point I couldn't just stop. Or I could, with the right effort.

But everything made me so anxious I just had to.

I wouldn't call myself an addict, but I do admit I'm far into something that may not be the best. And I won't just, well, stop.

Maybe this is bad.

I just want to go back into certain arms. They made me feel so safe. So a tear did slip.

"Hope, are you in there? It's us." Rebecca .

"Sorry for all those questions, we didn't know you would react so sensitive, not in an offensive way, really." Anabeth.

"Yeah, we don't want to pry." Rebecca, again. "You do know you can talk to us? About anything. We're friends now and we are here for you. We may not each other for that long, but you have become family the moment we said you looked lost."

Tears stained my cheeks. I never had a friend who said something so nice to me. And we didn't even know each other for a full week.

I unlocked the door and hugged her. At first she seemed surprised which made tense, though she then hugged back and I relaxed again.

Opening our arms, Ana joined and we group hugged.

It was comforting, though it wasn't as comforting as- never mind.

"You wanna talk about it?" Ana tilted her head to the side a little. Her really curly hair wasn't in a bun today, so her curls bounced with her head.

"Maybe tomorrow at our sleepover?" My voice came out high pitched and j could've palmed my face at that.

Rebecca placed a hand on my shoulder, pulling me into a last little hug. "Sure, as long as your comfortable."

I just nodded.

//°°\\

And it was Saturday.

I am a little nervous, even though my friends are so nice I don't have to be. But I've come to the conclusion the nervousness comes because I want to tell them some things about me.

Some that go deeper and I wouldn't tell them anybody. Well, somebody, but that somebody has to be special. Or someone I trust. Or-

Ding dong.

The doorbell. They are here.

"Honey your friends are here!" Mom is so enthusiastic and overly happy that I found friends.

When I told her about the sleepover, her face was beaming, I thought she would be perfect as an extra lamp.

Making my way downstairs, I could hear Mom talk with them in that certain mother voice, preaching about how welcome they are, at any time and the should feel like home.

"Mom, please." I groaned. "Give them some space."

"No, it's alright." Becca assured while both she and Ana took their shoes off.

I nod. "Let me help you with some of your stuff."

We don't anything near an air mattress at the moment, so I told them to bring sleeping bags, in case my bed is too small.

Neither of them had a problem, which relieved me more than it should've worried me.

Before they came, I may or may not took something to calm me down a little. Only one and the only one for the weekend.

"Let's go upstairs." Taking one bag from both of them, I show them my room.

Ana spins in a circle. "Even though you haven't lived here for long, I have to say your room looks amazing."

Becca stopped at some of my decorations. "How do you even get those ideas? This looks awesome. I'll be staying here for the rest of my life."

She lets herself fall backwards on my bed and gasps. "Girl, your bed feels like heaven! I may never wake up again."

Again, I felt comfortable around them. They were open and didn't judge me. In fact, they rave about my room.

"Oh my God, the Tote bags!" Ana spotted a loop from the bag, which I saw now, too.

"Wait! Close your eyes." Becca ordered. We obeyed, and soon we heard it rastle. The material got placed in my hands and I waited patiently to open my eyes until she said so.

And when I did, trust me when I say, I am too stunned to speak.

Lines that form the outline of a maze, no the Maze take place in the middle. The square that represents the glade is filled with the letters w.c.k.d.

On the other side is ivy with a grey background. It should represent the walls of the Maze and honestly, this looks way better than I had imagined. Some detailes are spread in some empty spaces. Detailes that you could probably only know if you watched the movie.

"The movies are awesome! I know now why they're your favorites." Becca smiles at me and I stare at her with my mouth open. That's the sweetest thing ever.

"True. They are all hot as fuck." Ana giggles. Her tote back has light pink detailes. I think they should represent those straps on ballet shoes.

On the other side were lipsticks in different shades. It was very pretty as well. For herself she made a summer themed one with those pretty flowers.

I inhaled deeply. "You really are the best friends I ever had. The bag looks awesome, by the way, thank you so, so much. And I wanted to tell you some things about me, though the good mood will probably be smothered in sand."

"Alright, wait." In unison they got up and started to spread blankets on my bed, making it look really comfortable. "Come on."

We sat down together and snuggled into some blankets. Another time, I took a deep breath.

"So, I had many friends back at home. Not really many but we were a whole group. I started to feel left out more and more, so when I started to sort those out who weren't making me feel wanted, I was left with only one friend." A lump had formed in my throat and I couldn't swallow it away.

"We were best friends, but we hadn't had much lessons together, so we didn't see each other that much. She had obviously found friends herself and I didn't wanted to be a third wheel.

"We did meet up but her parents wanted to move away, so they did. I think it's because of her father, either way I lost contact with her. I lost contact with her because I stopped texting her."

As I talked, I realised even the one who I thought was my friend back then, wasn't. I was the one gluing us together. Holding that friendship together.

Soon I found arms wrapping around me. "That sounds horrible."

"They didn't deserve you. And they didn't knew you. 'Cause you are such an amazing, sweet and caring person. We won't let you go. Not anymore."

I chuckled at that. And maybe some tears started to swell up. I didn't wanted to be a cry baby, so I blinked them away.

"It took a long time to find that self-esteem and confidence, though once I was alone, it was all gone again. And I don't know, I just lived alone. With my brother, until he left."

"Don't want to sound rude, but I kinda noticed that." Ana gave me a look of pity. "Now we're here and now we are here to help you with that."

"Thank you guys. And again, the bag is so pretty I can't even describe it." A.smile formed on my face.

"No problem."

After I assured that I'm okay and we talked about a whole more thirty minutes about how wonderful our new friendship is, we agreed on watching a movie. Not hard to guess, we re-watched Maze Runner. With a lot, no tons of snacks.

After a typical pillow fight, getting ready for bed, gossiping to the moon and back and even more snacks, we all lay on my bed. It was just enough room for three people, though we didn't even think about sleeping.

We told each other story's. I from my past at home - not the... incedent - and how I grew up with Elliot, they about how they met and became friends and some of the things they've done.

Next thing I know is, that the sun already started to rise, lighting the room up.

Oh well.

//°°\\

A/n:

Man this chapter took long enough. I just wasn't motivated enough and my brain didn't came up with ideas until now.

I hope this chapter isn't boring, it should just show more of them bonding.

Also I hope the lengths of my chapters are long enough.

Anyway, I'll quit whining now.

Hope you enjoyed!

Have a good day or rest of it!

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