The Final Invitation:

Dear You-Know-Who-You-Are,

Hello. Hi. Long time no talk, eh? Or at least so it seems…

This is an invitation, specialized just for you… or the two of you, my bad. I decided only to send one because you've become basically the same entity as of the last nine months. Almost like you were pregnant with a child, except you two are fully mature, you just act like eighteen month olds with a language of goo-goo gah-gah.

Sorry for getting off topic, I know it pisses you off. You know how I am though, thoughts traveling off into space whenever they have the chance. That hasn't been really happening lately though. It can't when we don't talk. You know I tried to keep communicating but as I watched your language and wit decay, it was too hard for me to see and I had to remove myself immediately from the sad sight.

Anyways… let's get with it. The one of you hasn't really been apart of the group for a while now and we've accepted this loss, mostly. It is hard losing your best friend of years to a random girl you hardly know, and still don't know, but its all right now. I'm fine, with or without you. I'll have another you in a minute. Sorry, enough with the cheesy lyrics; my mind's just always in the music. Some of the friends found it easier than I did, none of them much harder. We've all decided though that this is the last straw. We're tired of playing the part of the parents that stand around, trying to baby their kids while only further pushing them away into a downhill spiral.

This is your final invitation. No more after this unless you try, and try hard, not like the one day of measly attempts to talk again. I was the only parent willing to take you back in so you know who's hosting. It's me, and my new fiancé-Yeah, I got engaged. I'm not sure you noticed so here's the announcement-. You're invited to the wedding. Once again, feel special; you're one of two hundred.

Here's the basic facts needed if you decide to pop the bubble you two are enclosed in because you saw a letter that looked like it was from someone you once knew:

Who: Rose Whit.

In case you forgot who this is… I'm the tough, tom boy gone girl with the dirty blond hair and green eyes. I'm twenty-seven and have known half of your whole for ten years now.

What: My wedding to Tom Ridder.

You've both only met him twice but he's got a Harry Potter appeal, the British accent and all. His oldest sister hates me, by the way, now doesn't that sound familiar?

Where: The white rose garden at the back of our house.

Oh yes, where is the home? 1018 Westwere Court, the one with the white picket fence.

When: September 24th.

Why am I even giving you all these details, seriously guys, it's not like you're going to enter the idea of coming… not after you recognize the date. It's his birthday, that's right. We all planned this part on purpose as an ____. Real friends don't make you choose only when it seems like a hard choice. Either come and we'll celebrate double style, looking away from the pair of you leaving early for some alone time, or just go straight to couple's corner and don't come back.

Why:

This part cannot be simply explained in a simple sentence. It's more then that because our friendship was more than that. It might still be to some, but I think this question was already answered.

Signed, Rose Whit.

This pretty much says all about how I feel. Stupid boys, eh?