We’re Best Friends

The two girls sat opposite of each other in the room, one sitting quietly while the other absent mindedly played with the page corners of a magazine, pretending to read.
“You aren’t the same anymore,” said the first girl.
“What are you talking about?” said the other, still looking down.
“I used to feel like I could tell you anything and no matter what you wouldn’t judge me. Or I could not say anything at all, just like we were, but it used to be okay. We were comfortable like that.”
“Oh come on you can still talk to me. I invited you here didn’t I?”
“Yeah. I guess. But how come you don’t talk to me anymore? I don’t even know who you like.”
“Well I don’t like anyone.”
“I see you talking with those other girls. You are always whispering and running off together. We used to do that. Remember when we would go on walks and just talk for hours?” she asked. “I don’t think those girls even like me.”
“They like you just fine. They want to be friends with you but they said it’s hard.”
“What do they mean? I try to be nice to them, but they never talk to me. And they never want to invite me.”
“Oh come on now you are just being dumb. We always invite you.”
“That’s not true. What about the other day at lunch?”
“That was different. She was having a bad day so we took her out. I thought it would be awkward for you.”
“What was wrong with her?”
“She’s fine.”
“But you just said –“
“I know. But she doesn’t want us to talk about it. With anyone.”
“See. You see what I mean? Before, last year, you would tell me things even when you aren’t supposed to. It was an agreement we had. We’re best friends…”
“Well I’m really good friends with her too. I just can’t tell you. I told her I wouldn’t.
“Oh okay.”
“I mean, You wouldn’t want me to tell them all your secrets would you?”
“No, I guess not. But didn’t you tell them about that guy I met last week? They asked me about it. I never told them.”
“Oh well you didn’t tell me I couldn’t tell anyone. And they just wanted to know who you liked.”
“I just thought you wouldn’t. It’s kind of private.”
“Well you didn’t tell me that. How was I supposed to know?”
“That’s it. You used to know.”
“I don’t even know what you are talking about. You are the one that has changed. You are always moody all the time. And you spend more time talking to that new girl than me.”
“That’s just because you go off with those other girls.”
“I wish you’d stop calling them ‘those other girls’. They’re your friends too you know.”
“Not really.”
“Maybe that’s your fault. You don’t talk to them.”
“Maybe.”