Call A Friend

There's no way you can handle this alone. Shit, you don't know how to be a girl. Like at all! Thinking fast there's only one person in the world you can turn to. Your best friend, Alex. You send a text to Alex,

'911, my place asap. Bad shit happening'

Within two minutes your phone buzzes with a response.

'On my way, what's up?'

'Can't explain, you gotta see this. Bring spare clothes'

You begin pacing back and forth across your mess of a bedroom, completely unsure of how you can explain this. Who could believe this? After about 30 minutes you hear the door bell ring and you run downstairs. Checking the peephole you see a stunning brunette in tight jeans and a sweater standing at your door. Throwing the door open you reach out, grab her, pull her in, and then slam it shut again.

"Alex, thank god."

"Whoa, honey who are you and where is John?"