Isobel

I knock on the door and you open the door to see me standing on the front porch holding a box overflowing with Bristol's stuff: hairbrushes, hair ties, clothes, perfumes, lipstick, old notebooks filled with cute doodles, and photographs of Bristol. "Hey, is your sister home? I brought some of her stuff by. I figured Bristol might want some of this stuff back ." I say, but then I notice the look on your face. You're afraid of losing me as a friend now that Bristol and I are no longer dating.