What are best friends for?

I hopped out of my uber and still can't get out of my head that my older uber driver said lit. I hadn't seen you in a few weeks and I was a little nervous. I went to the bar next door and had a beer to prepare.

I walked into the hookah bar where you were having your show and the smell hit me right away. It reminded me of freshman year of college with roommates I hated. Orange peach ring, white gummy bear, and strawberry all at once, instant migraine. I see you though and it was different. I always felt reluctant to say I want you but I saw you and I wanted you. You were already drunk holding a hookah hose. You smiled and gave me an awkward hug. Your girlfriend was there, or whatever you want to call her. You hand me a Gatorade bottle filled with Malibu and a Mexican Coke. I was going to need it.

A few beers and a few Irish car bombs.

I was able to ignore it even with your dumb comments about keeping what we did a secret or that she means nothing to you (a lie you keep telling yourself).

Two weeks later lying in my bed, reading a book, I get a call from you. Debating whether to answer it, I pick up anyway. 

"I'm done with her. I never want to talk to her again. I'm going to go after you know just kidding, we are BFFS." 

There was more but it was the only thing you said that stuck like glue. It pierced my heart. It filled the void. 

I went back to my book knowing it would only last for a day until you would be back with her.