I woke up to a loud knock at the front door. When I had come back the night before from work, Simone wasn't there. I slipped out of bed, lazily walking out of my room and into the living room. There was another knock, so I walked over to the door. I unlocked it, opening it to reveal Simone. She looked worn out. She was wearing the same clothes from the last time I saw her, and her hair was in a messy ponytail.
"Woah, what happened to you?" I asked, stepping back away from the door to let her in.
"Stayed at someone's house." she said casually, but really, it worried me. I knew what she meant when she said this. She got blackout drunk every other night, and went home with whatever guy would take her. Every time I brought it up, she'd get annoyed, so I tried to ignore it.
"Ah."
She groaned and walked into the living room, falling back onto the couch.
"You hungry?" I asked, and she immediately perked her head up and nodded.
"Thank you~" she cooed as I turned into the kitchen. I grabbed a large frying pan to make eggs, and grabbed a pack of turkey bacon from the fridge to microwave.
"So, how was work?" she asked. This was the one thing I enjoyed about our friendship. Whenever she was around, she was always asking how my day was or how work was. I loved talking to her. Actual conversations.
"Same as always." I said. "Amanda's still on my ass every day."
"God, she's so annoying. You need a new job."
"Wish it was that easy." I laughed. I'd tried countless times to find a different job, but everywhere else either didn't pay as much, or wasn't as close as I wanted it to be. The bar was close enough to walk to every day, which worked best for me since I didn't really enjoy driving that much.
We sat down together to eat breakfast.
"I think we should go out tonight." she said, her mouth full of eggs as she reached for her glass of orange juice.
"And do what?" I asked. I wasn't really hungry, so I just sat next to her while she ate, taking small sips of coffee.
"I don't know..." she said, then widening her eyes. "Wait, one of my friends is having a party tonight. We should go." she said, almost demandingly.
"I don't do parties." she knew that. Parties weren't really my scene. They were always too chaotic for me. The loud music, the alcohol. Definitely not my thing.
"Come on. We barely go out." she begged. "Just tonight. I promise you, it'll be fun."
I thought for a moment. She was right. We never went out anymore. I always worked, and she was always off doing her own thing. Maybe it was time to try something new for once.
"Fine, whatever." I said, earning a smile from her.
"Good. You can borrow my clothes."
"What? What's wrong with mine?" I frowned.
"Well..." she eyed me up and down, scanning my current outfit. I was wearing a Weezer Band T-shirt and dark skinny jeans. "You don't exactly have any 'party' clothes."
Yet again, she was right. But in my defense, I didn't need any. What's the point in having party clothes if you rarely go to parties?
"Okay, okay." I rolled my eyes, finishing my coffee.
"Great!" she said excitedly, grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the seat. She pulled me down the hall into her room, which was right across from mine, closing the door behind us.
