A Very Sticky Situation (Completed)

13: Ladies

Ana's POV

Today is Saturday, the fact I survived this week without having a mental or emotional breakdown is something I should use as a testimony.

Relaxing on my couch, I have breakfast after completing my usual weekend cleaning. My feet are on the table as I watch what's playing on the wide 64 inch LG tv, I miss Oluchi as she would have helped with the cleaning if present.

As if my thoughts are heard, I see her waltz in, a large grin on her lips.

"Oluchi in the house!" She screams, jumping on the space left on the couch I'm settled in.

"You need to get your own place," I gleam, shifting my attention to her purple singlet and black leather skirt-encased figure as she disposes her ankle-length black boots.

"Now that's not a good way to welcome your best friend in the whole wide world," she blurts in a mushy tone as if speaking to a baby.

"A bestfriend who screams for no reason is not considered to be a best friend," I scoff, awaiting her reaction.

"Does that even make sense?" she taunts, smirking at me.

"I don't care, as far as you understand what I mean," I shrug and go back to my meal of toast bread, and milk tea.

"I didn't understand a thing," she pronounces, the end of her left brow twitching.

"Olu, you realize I can detect when you are lying right?" I jeer, shaking my head as I chew on the last slice of bread available.

"Do I look like I care?" She polls, mockingly revealing her tongue.

"Yeah, you don't," I giggle, and down the rest of my tea before stationing the empty cup on the tray.

"So tell me," she begins. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine," I respond, not meeting her eyes.

"Joe told me about it all. From your spoilt brother's visit to your parents' appearance, and from what he said, they were both related," she confesses, leaning her head on my lap.

"Yeah," I sigh. "You know Nuel, he can't keep his mouth shut for a moment."

"This is why I like Max better, he's younger but more mature than Nuel could ever be," she lets out, gazing up at me.

Remember when I told Helena the doctor I have two brothers? It wasn't a lie, I really do. Two younger brothers and you've met one, Nuel, short for Emmanuel and you are yet to meet Max, of course, an abbreviation for Maxwell.

"Where is he by the way?" Oluchi quizzes rendering me perplexed.

"Who?" I implore.

"Max, I miss him," she admits, changing her position so she can stare at the tv.

"He's in school, probably preparing for his semester exams," I reply, combing my fingers through her natural untamed black strands.
"When did you lose your braids?"

"Yesterday," she discloses. "So tell me, how are you?"

"Hmm," I release a breath. "I'm fine, scared but fine."

"Why scared?" She questions, getting up to peep at me.

"I don't know, the results of my actions maybe," I confide, transmitting a small smile in her location.

"You know what?" She queries, her lips stretching in a grin. "You need to cheer up, and I know how to do so."

"What are you thinking?" I qualm in fear, because I know my best friend, her suggestions don't always turn out well. The last time I followed her advice was the beginning of the drama called my life.