Dear Jennie

Chapter 2 : The unexpected return

As I lay in bed, I couldn't help but think about Jennie. It had been over three years since she left, and we had promised to keep in touch. At first, we talked every day, then every week, and eventually, it dwindled down to months. We were both busy with school and our new friends, so I didn't feel too lonely. But despite the distance, I still missed her dearly.

Luckily, I had Anne, my new best friend, who had kept her promise to not abandon me for the other kids. She was a great friend, and I was grateful to have her in my life. And then there was her brother, who was not only attractive but also kind and charming. We had remained friends, just friends, and I was determined to keep it that way.

Monday morning arrived, and with it, a ridiculously boring day at school. Our last period was math, and I almost slept through the whole class. I wished I had learned the trick of sleeping with my eyes closed, but it wasn't too late to learn. I made a mental note to practice it over the weekend.

As I freshened up and prepared for bed, my phone rang. I groggily answered it, expecting it to be someone calling about money or something equally important. But to my surprise, it was Jennie. I answered in a sleepy voice, and she dropped a bombshell.

"Guess what?" she said, her voice filled with excitement.

I'm guessing it's very important since you're calling this late," I replied, trying to sound awake.

"Well, it is," she said, her voice barely containing her enthusiasm.

"Okay, what is it then?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

"I'm coming to visit you for about three months," she said, her words sending shockwaves through my system.

I was taken aback, and my mind went blank. "You're serious?" I asked, trying to process the news.

"Of course, I'm serious," she replied, laughing. "Why aren't you excited to see me?"

I tried to compose myself and replied, "I am, see you soon, I guess."

"Yeah, see you soon," she said, and we exchanged goodbyes before hanging up.

I was still reeling from the news as I tried to process what it meant. Jennie was coming to visit me for three months? What did this mean for our friendship? And what about Anne? How would she react to Jennie's presence?

I knew I had to hatch a plan to introduce my old best friend to my new best friend. Sounds fun, right? But what if they didn't get along? What if Jennie didn't like Anne, or vice versa? The thought sent a wave of anxiety through me.

As I lay in bed, I couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty. Maybe I should just sleep on it and hope that it would all work out in the morning. But my mind was racing with possibilities, and I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep.

The next morning, I texted Jennie to ask when she would arrive. She replied that she would be coming the following week. I felt a mix of emotions: excitement, anxiety, happiness, and sadness. Maybe I needed a therapist to sort out my feelings. But therapists were expensive, so I guess it was just my imagination running wild.

As I went to school, I couldn't help but think about Jennie's visit. I was both excited and terrified. What if Anne and Jennie didn't get along? What if they clashed? I didn't want to lose either of them, and I knew I had to make sure they got along.

I pulled into the five stages of freaking out: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. But I knew I had to snap out of it and focus on making sure everything went smoothly.

As I walked into school, I high-fived myself mentally for coming up with a plan. I would just wait for them to meet and see how things went. That sounded like a solid plan, right?

I went to class, trying to focus on the lessons, but my mind kept wandering back to Jennie's visit. I knew I had to be prepared for anything, and I hoped that Anne and Jennie would get along.

The days passed slowly, and before I knew it, Jennie arrived. I was nervous but excited to see my old friend. As I hugged her tightly, I felt a sense of nostalgia wash over me. It had been a long time since we last saw each other, and I was grateful to have her back in my life.

As we chatted and caught up, I couldn't help but notice the curious glances from Anne. I knew she was wondering who Jennie was and what her relationship was to me. I took a deep breath and introduced them, hoping that they would get along.

To my surprise, they hit it off immediately. They chatted and laughed together, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Maybe this wouldn't be as difficult as I thought.

As the days went by, the three of us spent more time together. We went on outings, had movie nights, and just hung out. I was happy to see that Anne and Jennie were getting along famously.

But despite the fun and laughter, I couldn't shake off the feeling that things were too good to be true. Would they always get along, or was this just a temporary truce? Only time would tell.

As I looked at my two friends, I felt grateful for their presence in my life. They were both unique and special in their own ways, and I knew that I was lucky to have them.

I realized that I didn't have to choose between them. I could have both, and I was determined to make it work. As we sat together, laughing and chatting, I knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

And so, the three of us embarked on a journey of friendship, laughter, and adventure. We would face challenges and obstacles along the way, but we would face them together, as a team.

As I looked at Jennie and Anne, I knew that I had made the right decision in introducing them. They were both wonderful friends, and I was grateful to have them in my life.

The future was bright, and I knew that our friendship would only continue to grow stronger. We would laugh, cry, and face challenges together, and I knew that our bond would endure.

In the end, I realized that having two best friends wasn't so bad after all. In fact, it was rather wonderful. And as I hugged Jennie and Anne tightly, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be.