Brent had broken up with me again, and I had been crying all day. I got home and tried to hide from mom, who was busy cleaning the house. She came into my room to ask what I wanted for dinner, and saw my puffy eyes, I guess. She went to my closet, pulled out a dress, and told me to get ready.
We drove and drove to a mystery location listening to my favorite CD all the way there. We pulled into the Olive Garden, my favorite restaurant, and talked over our delicious dinner, about all of her old boyfriends. Then we went to the mall, where we laughed and tried on hideous outfits, in the end, each picking an awesome one to buy.
I fell asleep on the way home, having forgotten all about my broken heart, at least for that night.