A Short Story

Dedicated to my friends. All of them. Even those who ask me if I want to be that anymore.

He looked at me and said, "He's an idiot. Why doesn't he want to see us? So what if she's there?"
To which I replied, "You don't understand do you? I mean, it hurts man, and it'll keep hurting for a very long time."
He shakes his head, "I don't see what the big deal is. So they broke up, so what? Why not be friends?"
I sigh, "It isn't that simple. It was anything but a clean breakup, there's a lot of animosity."
He frowns at me, "She didn't do anything to him. Why is he being such a dork?"

And then I explain a few things.
In the heat of the moment I exaggerate, and perhaps say more than I should.
For that, I apologize.
However, I won't apologize for standing up for a friend.
He didn't deserve the snowjob he was getting.
Things that are said between people, especially between guys, should have a "don't tell unless asked" stamp on them.
It seems that someone doesn't think so.
Gossip is good but silence is better.
So I guess I'll just shut up.
As for him? He'll get just silence.

I feel: >8| A Bit Pissed