It was time to get ready. We were both excited to be off on another adventure together. Special moments shared only between us.
The zip wouldn’t budge on the trousers I’d planned to wear, no matter how much I sucked in my belly. I sighed, and she looked at me without judgment.
She didn’t say a word when I pulled on a pair of washed-out leggings instead and stretched them up and over my chunky thighs. My roots needed done, and my sweatshirt had a hole in the sleeve.
She didn’t care. That’s what’s great about having a best friend like her.
I leaned over to clap her, and she licked my face.