Ugh. I’m torn. Part of me really, really, really wants to complain about the lies and the deceit I have just been forced to endure, but a smaller, weaker part knows (annoyingly) that this is also my fault. A little bit.
You see, I really should have known better, the circumstances under which I was tricked were suspicious from the get go. My friend, Lola, if you can even call her that (my friend, I mean Lola’s her name) is one of those people who only wants you around when it’s for their own good. Like, if you have a car and she needs a lift, your suddenly her best friend in the whole wide world. And it feels pretty great to be Lola’s friend. So you want to drive her wherever it is she wants to be if it just means she’ll treat you like you’re important. Like you’re special.
Anyway, Lola called me. It was super unexpected since my generation never calls anyone (phone calls are reserved for your grandma, telemarketers, and a close friend’s breakup) and she was all ‘come over I want to see you’. Like I said. Suspicious. So I got there are immediately noticed a van for a roof repairs company. Melbourne has had a pretty crazy storm recently, so I knew what had happened. Lola’s roof had caved a little bit (probably during said storm) and now she had to be home to let the repair men in. When she greeted me she told me some cock-and-bull story about falling last night and hurting her ankle, while surreptitiously trying to show the roof maintenance man the damage. Melbourne storms can get pretty crazy, so I was actually amazed her family were able to get repair men in at all.
But I didn’t say anything. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I would have been fine if she’d told me she just wanted my company, but it was the fact she freaking lied about it.