Chemistry

Chapter 6: Drinks

         -You're lying, you're fucking lying, why do you keep lying to me Mona? Honestly, why are you doing this? -Emily jokes and grabs my arm frantically.

-I wish, bitch, I fucking wish. -I cackle as if I've been drinking, even though I'm still battling last night's hangover.

-Good God, she wants to fuck you. -She sighs with a grin.

-Oh, Emily! -I scold her as I cringe and leave the couch.

-What? Do you want me to lie? -She smiles.

-I want you to quit "fanficking" my life.

-Believe it or not, it's really not that much of a stretch. I mean, she is acting really...

-Friendly? -I finish the sentence for her.

-Um... Yeah? I guess? I don't know, I just think that "friendly" doesn't have such a flexible meaning. Like, I'm pretty friendly to you and I don't do... Well, that. -She gives me a suggestive look.

-You're not friendly, you're a cunt. -I joke and walk to the kitchen.

-Hey! -She pretends to be offended as she follows me.

-What? Do you want me to lie? -I mock, imitating her voice.

-Fucking bitch... -She smirks lightly. -I do have a point, though! And I'm sorry if you can't really see that.

-Well, I indeed can't see it.

-And yet, you're breaking up with "Mr. Right".

-Oh, that's rich. He's "Mr. Right" now? -I scoff.

-He used to be until you met her. -She smiles teasingly with a smug face, grabbing an apple from the fruit basket on the counter and taking a bite.

Fuck... Is she right? I mean... God. I don't know. Shit, I really don't know. Fuck!

-Look, all I'm saying is that you can have something really good going on, the stuff of dreams, really. I mean, Sarah fucking Paulson, right? Plus, the role of a lifetime. -Walking over towards me, she places the apple on the counter and puts a hand on my shoulder. -It's awesome, it's everything I want for you and everything you have always wanted. It's also not gonna happen at all unless you stop tangling yourself up in denial and shit. If you don't come to terms with your feelings about Sarah, you're just gonna be more and more awkward, which I believe should be bad for your performance in the film and of course, awful for your career. Not to mention how beautifully your personal life would blossom if you went for it with her. Hell, I envy the shit out of you for that. -She ends the loving rant with a joke and I can't help but chuckle a little.

-I know that you're looking out for me and you definitely are right about some things but... How are you so sure that I'm into her?

-Mona. Come on. You're my girl. I know what smitten looks like, especially on you.

-Fuck... That's actually kind of cute. -I say hugging her with a mockingly annoyed voice.

-Oh, it's very cute. We're both cute.

-Maybe we should date. -I joke, grabbing her ass.

-You gay motherfucker. -She cackles, jumping out of the hug.

Our brief moment of pseudo gay guidance and bonding ends with my ringtone. I answer the phone with a grunt, not even checking who's calling.

-Hello? -I ask casually.

-Hey, um, Mona? -Fuck, this voice.

-Sarah? -I ask, looking at Emily with wide eyes and she answers with even wider eyes.