I am so sick of miscommunications. Miscommunications get you no where. Just another fight in the life of the gang. Bree (Josh's girlfriends) and I were talking. Josh, Peter, and Squig were in Josh's car and Bree and I were standing outside talking.

They (minus Bree) were going to Sarah's friend's house. It's becoming almost a ritual. Bree and I were both a little frustrated and we began talking. I through in some negative comments about Sarah along the way. And as always I was miscommunicated. Bree went back and told the gang that I said they went out there just to see hot girls. Not true. I did however say I don't see why they go out there just to see a bunch of girls. So what does Peter do. In a rage calls me and leaves me a nice voice mail. Now he's not answering my calls. Beautiful.

I talked to Gabe. Every time I talk to him it's as if he breaks my heart. He boast of hook ups and hot girls and I can't take it. I can't take his misleading heartfelts and his sweet talk. I can't take it- I can't because it doesn't seem to process or register.

"Gabe. I don't want to do stuff with you like that."

"Why?" he ask.

"Because," I answer.

"because...." he leads on.

"Because it doesn't mean anything to you. You don't care. You can get it from anyone so it doesn't mean anything to you." I pour out.

"No. It does mean something and no I can't," he retorts.

"What does it mean Gabe- just tell me that. What does it mean?" I say sarcastically.

"You know I'm not good when it comes to talking about emotions," he defends.

All he receives from me is silence.

He goes on, "Alright. You know that feeling in the pit of your stomach I was telling you about."

"Yes."

"That day you came to see me before you had to go to work. Well...."

"Well- what?" I say slightly bitter.

"Well I got it. Ok?" he says defensively.

That. I can't register that. The conversation goes on as he talks about Cat coming over with one of her friends. Then he begins talking about one of my co-workers that he thinks is hot.

"Are you done?" I ask.

"Done what?" he sounds a little confused.

"Done hurting me enough for one night?" I say harshly.

He rambles on more about something.

"Done?" I say again harshly.

"I think the only way for me to be done is to get off of the phone with you for tonight." he laughs softly.

"Fine."

He hears the anger in my voice and gets offensive, "Fine."

"Bye." I sternly say.

"Bye." he cuts in half through me hanging up.

What happened Emily ask. She sees tears in my eyes.

"Kate. What happened?" she ask again.

"I don't know." I say as I look up at her. "I just don't know."

"What did he say to you she ask?"

"Too much."

She knew exactly what I meant. She came over to me and hugged me as I was sitting crouched in the floor. We sat there for a few minutes and then she smiled at me. Come on Kate. Let's go watch a movie.

Friends like Emily come around all to few. But I will never forget how she can read my mind and know exactly what's going on in my head. I'll never forget her warm hugs and how she makes me a batch of cookies so that I'll smile. I have a love for her so deep that I don't think she can understand. I love her so whole heartedly that she's a part of me.

kat