Flash "Fiction"

I trust this girl. That's a big thing, right? I don't trust many people. She's one of the best thing that's ever happened to me. Her name is Not Important. She used to live far away but now she lives close enough to visit all the time! She's slightly older, and she brings dinner to her friend at work all the time. They study at his apartment because even though she's a sophomore she enrolled in college! To be honest I'm pretty proud. I don't mind if she hangs out with guys, I trust her...I think. They went dancing until one in the morning last night. I'm just glad she had fun. I tried to call her. She didn't answer. She texted me back thirty minutes later saying that she was sorry, and that she had been taking a nap. She said she was staying home all night, and that she was too tired to hang out with anyone. I'm riding bikes with some of my friends. We pass her house. His truck is in her driveway and I see them together in the kitchen. I trusted this girl. That's a big thing, right?