2.Jane

 Jane....

That's not right, why do you look depressed on a Friday night? Molly said the moment she saw me. Of course, Michael filled her in about what happed and if she knows which means the rest of the group knows and that means everyone will be here…

Why do you have so many stairs? Andrew complained the moment he opened the door with Louise his girlfriend right behind him.

You get to exercise for free, stop complaining, Molly answered before I could respond.

How did you get here before us? Louise asked walking up to where I was snuggled.

Your boyfriend drives like my grandpa on his scooter.

True, Louise agreed and we all laughed while Andrew held his chest as if his hurt

Is Martine here already? I asked.

He texted, his already down stairs with Michael.

 I have known Martine since college, and I knew the rest through him though we all had different career goals we still stuck with each other like buns in a pan, from doing our very own podcast and sleeping in the studio while polishing our skills to becoming independent and nothing has changed between us, I pray we stay like this for the long run.

 I hope I am not too late; I had a last-minute patient but it was nothing serious. Martine said staring straight into my eyes searching for whatever he was searching, but gave up when I gave off nothing. A skilled I mastered over the last years to mask my emotions no matter what.

Nah its good we all just came, so any plans for tonight, Andrew asked passing out beer to everyone but definitely not staying here depressed, he insisted.

 I felt bad since they all cancelled their plans to come and stay with me even though they shouldn't have, but I know they will never leave me alone after what happened after she left. I bite down my tongue hoping the pain will distract the tears from failing. I look up only to be met with Martine analyzing eyes telling me he knows what just went through my mind making me question my emotion hiding skill.

 Why not head down to the studio, we haven't been there in forever. Michael suggested. Finally speaking up after all this while, I am still angry at him but not as much am sure he did it for my best interest.

 Yes the studio, Molly agreed all excited and I can see why. It holds the best memories so with that we all left.

Wow, this place hasn't changed not one bit and the pajamas are still here clean, Louise pulled Andrew towards the pajamas before shoving one to him and picking a set for herself and went straight to change, we all laughed and all proceeded to change each getting a pair.

 Whose idea was it to pick these colors again? Molly asked before busting into laughter after seeing Andrew and Martins small pajamas hugging their bodies with no space to breath in. you all have gotten ripped over the years the pajamas no longer fit she said earning a scowl from Martins' but that only added fuel to her laughter because they looked funny. After what seemed like an eternity, our laughter quieted down before making it to the main studio with the neon lights on flashing "JUST PAJAMAS" in board letters, this is where everything started, I thought.

On the bright side we still have beer from two years ago in the freezer. Michael announced putting the cans on the table.

 Is this even drinkable? Molly asked before taking a sip only to twist her face ahh!! Its bitter! she screamed.

I think you should have checked the expiry date before drinking it. Martine advised

Beer doesn't expire, she protested. It gets stronger she said before drinking a mouth full of it again. No, this has definitely gone bad she gave up but went back for her third sip. it has a great after taste she said and everyone laughed before joining in the old beer.

Three hours later everyone was wasted, my head keeps hurting from trying to keep my eyes open. Louise and Andrew disappeared into the bathroom and I am trying not to imagine what's happening, Molly is passed out on Michael's chest and Martine left to pick up a call outside. That's when I see him smile at me flushing his dimples out, I missed that smile, I missed how he smelt the first time I saw him, I missed the butterflies his touch planted and now am crying probably the alcohol but I do nothing to hold my tears and just let it all out

I missed you so much it hurts, I finally said between my sobs.

 I don't know how long my tears go on but I am now pulled against Martine chest, he says nothing but just draws lazy circles on my back allowing me to cry again.