What Happened That Day (Part of the 'That Day' Series)

Chapter 2 - Sex is sex

Georgina

I'm a mess. A total bloody mess. I'll admit I may have gone too far this week but I mean we were here celebrating my best friends 21st birthday and in Ibiza of all places. If there was ever a time to go big this was it. I was determined to make this week the best it could be for my girl, she does so much for me and she deserves the best.

Scarlett is my best friend and has been for the last 5 nearly 6 years. I think I had just turned 17 when I met her. She came in to my life when I needed her most. To cut a long story short both of my parents died, bizarrely of the same heart condition that neither knew they had. I met Scarlett not long after dad got ill and I knew immediately she was different, we just clicked, she fit straight into my life and straight in to my crazy family. Both my parents, brother and sister adored her. She was so happy and bubbly and just what I needed at that time of my life. Within a couple of months her family was like my own, Dee her mum still to this day is the most selfless woman I know and I will forever be grateful for her, for Scarlett and her whole family.

When dad died mum totally fell apart, there were days she simply couldn't even find the energy to get out of bed which we later found out was because mum herself was ill with the same condition that took dad from us. At that point Dee stepped in, she handled everything for us, she helped us with anything we needed and even helped look after mum. Scarlett was always there too, that's something I can never repay her for no matter how hard I try.

Once mum passed less than a year later my older sister Grace knew she'd have to become the one that would take charge, along with Dee's help that's what she did. Grace looked after us even though she was only 21 herself. It's not like we were young kids, we all helped each other. My older brother Grant was 19 and then me the youngest at 17. Scarletts family basically become our second family and it's been that way ever since, we all do Christmas together and Dee always makes a fuss of us on our birthdays. It's safe to say Scarlett and I share a pretty tight bond. I'd kill for that girl.

"Oh Fuck Layla, you've got to let yourself go once in a while" Sometimes Scarlett can be so uptight. We're so alike in some ways and others we're total opposites. She's looking for the one, where as I'm just looking for fun. I don't want the one, I don't even want a boyfriend, I could think of nothing worse.

"Well you would be the expert" Cheeky.

"Sex is sex lass, it doesn't always have to mean something" and I fully believe that. It doesn't. Sex doesn't always have to be about love and feelings. To me sex is about one main thing, pleasure. It's also about wanting so badly to rip that persons clothes off and fuck there brains out knowing that there's no pressure or any bloody drama attached to it.

I fucking love sex.

Love? Not so much. I don't do that whole attachment thing, it's just not me. Hell half the time I don't even know there name and do you know what? I don't need to, because I'll probably never see them again.

"I don't know how you do it George, I'd get too attached" She would.

It's not for everyone, some girls want nothing more than that whole falling in love scenario. Being wined and dined by the fancy man that makes them swoon and who sweeps them off there feet. That's all well and good if that's what you want. Hell all I'm looking for is someone who's dick doesn't remotely resemble a fucking pencil. Yep that's right, that's happened to me on more than one occasion. This week being one of them. I mean I get embarrassed for them, especially when you have to ask if it's in yet and they tell you it's in all the way... Wow. But then you start thinking your vag is like a fucking swimming pool and maybe that's why. But those thoughts usually only last for a moment, once you take a good look at it you realise it's definitely not you. Fucking Pencil dick.

"Sometimes Scar, all you need is a good shag" she chuckles like i knew she would.

"Well yeah that's a given but don't you get any feelings at all?"

"Nope" Nothing.

"I swear Georgina Marshall sometimes I worry if there's a black hole where your heart should be. There's no harm in getting feelings"

"Uhh, me and my black hole of a heart do just fine without feelings. No feelings, no heartbreak, no drama" just the way I like it.

Scarlett rolls her eyes at me like she usually does and we fall back in to conversation about last night as we finish our breakfast.

"Breakfast definitely sorted me out. You can't beat a full English and proper full fat Coke when your hungover" It's true, it's always our go to hangover cure.

"Shit it's bloody warm today" Scarlett groans.

"I think it's got more to do with the hangover than the heat Scar" Considering we're sat in the shade under the giant parasol umbrellas at the pool bar. "I can't believe your 21 today and we can't even face having a drink" My stomach churns at the thought.

"It's probably my own fault, shots are never  good idea" Scarlett admits. It's true, once we start them we don't stop. It's bad. Really bad. "I don't think I could stomach any more vodka or gin for a long time".

"Yeah me too" I'd rather poke my eyes out. "I'll have some more Coke though, do you want another?" Scarlett nods and I stand from our table to head over to the pool bar to grab us another drink. Before I can move from the table Michael the yummy tall dark haired waiter appears with two drinks in hand.

"Excellent service Michael, you read my mind" He laughs and shakes his head pointing a finger behind him.

"Definitely not a mind reader girls, as talented as I am. Your drinks are from the group of gentlemen over there"

My eyes dart past Michael to the group of men he's pointing to. Oh my word. "Well would you believe it. Where the bloody hell have they been all week?"

"They arrived today girls" he says before he places the glasses down on to our table taking the empty ones with him as he leaves.

"Typical"