Page 42 of Falling for my Best Friend

“What?”

“I want to talk to you about what happened the other day-”

“I told you I was sorry-”

“Not about what you said.” I put my arm across the couch behind her. “About what your agent said.”

She laid her head on my shoulder. “About what?”

“About you being too skinny.”

She sat up, wiggling out from under my arm. “What about it?”

“Don’t get all worked up. I just want to have a calm discussion.”

“You want to have a calm discussion about my weight?”

I nodded.

She cocked her head at me. “Do you know nothing about women?”

“Look, you know I think you look great.”

“What’s your point?”

“I think you would look even better if you gained a few pounds.”

“A few pounds?!”

“Yeah. I think you would feel better, too.”

“Did my agent put you up to this?” she asked, scooting away.

“No, Chelse. I’m only mentioning it because I care about you, and I want you to be happy.”

Her bottom lip started to shake.

“And I think if you ate a little more you would be happier, and maybe it would even help you get more jobs which I know is important to you.”

“I literally can’t believe you right now.”

“What?”

“I can’t believe you would pick a fight with me when I’m already waging a battle on another front.”

“What front?”

She raised her arm in the air and pointed at the middle of her forehead.

I squinted. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m calling it Luther.”

I couldn’t see the personified pimple she was referring to. “I don’t see anything.”

“Well, Luther is adding more than enough weight to my frame as it is.”

“I bet Luther would go away if you started eating a balanced diet.”

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