Bella didn't care about getting a hold of any of her old friends from high school. They were all losers, naturally.
This was the only thing happy she had to look forward too. And she worried that Whitney didn't like her at all. Just couldn't seem to figure her out. But they had Gib to take their mind off whatever apprehensions they might have.
He was probably the only reason why she came around. And Bella felt comfortable with Whitney around him. She'd rather have her in charge of him than Kal or his mother. She didn't know why, but she did.
And here Whitney was for their little pasta lunch.
"Where's Kal taking you for your birthday?" Bella wanted to know right away as Whitney sat down and they began to eat.
"No where." Whitney shrugged.
Bella's eyes watered immediately. She couldn't help it. Maybe it was being pregnant that got the best of her emotions. But still in her mind... That was just awful.
"What do you mean?" Bella felt herself in tears.
"Well, its just my birthday." Whitney was so casual about it. Like maybe they never celebrated it at home. Bella thought about that.
"But you're twenty-one. Shouldn't you go out drinking, or something?" Bella wanted to call Kal right now and tell him they,he and Whitney, needed to get a room and go downtown for the evening.
"I don't really drink," Whitney said.
"But, but you have to. Its your right, you know." Bella informed her.
"Well, we'll be OK. Staying home is nice. I have to work the next day, anyway." She told her.
"You make sure he pampers you now, OK? Promise me, you'll demand it." Bella looked at her that she needed to be queen of her birthday.
"All right, if I must." Whitney laughed then.
After their quick lunch, Bella pulled out the cake with all those candles that practically burned it down. She made Whitney make a wish and blow out the candles. They only had less than an hour to get this done in. Then Bella had a basket of goodies for her. Everything from pink champagne to some teas and jams she'd picked up from the British section at the grocery store. Of course, she'd stuffed it with lotions and soaps too.
"Oh, my, really you shouldn't have, Bella," Whitney tried to give her a hug. Bella knew it was awkward. Neither one of them were very good at this.
"Promise, we'll go shopping soon." Bella then said.
"Of course." Whitney sighed.
Bella promised herself that she'd be better friend. She just needed time.