You know that BFF you had in middle school. You guys went to the mall together. You guys spoke on the phone for hours together. You guys coordinated weekly outfits together. But then your friend got a boyfriend (or girlfriend, depending on how progressive your school was). All of a sudden your friend doesn’t call, doesn’t write, doesn’t coordinate high-top Chuck Taylors with you anymore.
So what’s a gal to do? Watch schlocky zombie and vampire movies and/or Jerry Maguire with your new emerging bestie while mainlining Twizzlers, of course. (But not Red Vines. Oh, yeah, that’s a battle line being drawn.) But then that awkward moment comes when you are complaining about your former BFF to your new BFF. And the former comes bearing reconciliatory gifts of candy (though not Twizzlers, this means war!) and no one exactly knows where to look. Yep, it’s like that.