Years ago I met a girl at my new college and she became my 'best friend' over night. Suddenly she wanted to go everywhere with me. At first I didn't mind, she was always having funny mishaps, but they began to grate on me as I noticed that they always involved her falling over some man!
I introduced her to my boyfriend, Mark, and she flirted with him like mad.
One saturday night she rang me just before we were to leave for a party. I told her I didn't feel so good, she said she didn't either,so why didn't we both give it a miss. My boyfriend still wanted to go and I was glad as I really did feel like shit and needed an early night with a hot water bottle. About 4am he came home,a bit pissed up and dying to tell me some gossip. We sat in bed and had a big laugh when he told me that she had turned up. She was skimpily dressed, got drunk and when the host suggested people use his pool she was the first one in; naked! She headed straight over to Mark and started telling him how much she LOVED him and that even though we were friends [he reminded her] she thought true love was more important! Mark was quite a shy bloke and couldn't get away fast enough.
The next morning the doorbell rang very early and it was her. She started to explain and appologise, obviously not realising that Mark and I had no secrets. She thought that by getting the news out first it would make himm look bad and she'd get away with it.
I stiffled a laugh and she went bright red when he stumbled out of the bedroom and I told her I already knew! who needs enemies with friends like that.