NightCall: The Series

Girls

I know this isn't something you're used to, but you're gonna have to get the fuck over it. Yeah, that's right, I'm stealing the show bitches. If, you didn't know, it's me, Melanie. Surprise, didn't think I'd be bringing you to first person, but you thought wrong. Well, lovelies, let's get this show on the road.

I'm here, to talk about a friendship that blossomed, you guys already know how it started, but you didn't hear details, and I know you're all dying for them. So, to do that, I'll have to bring it back before I met my best friend in the whole world.

Here we start, with a small innocent girl, cute, charming, her room and clothing filled with pink. Her hair wasn't black in fact, her natural hair was red, little pigtails or a side braid every once in awhile. She never wore anything dark yet, but she was gifted with an open mind, and didn't do drugs, and wasn't so much of an I don't care person, she loved painting, and riding her bicycle, and glitter, and unicorns.

She had the life every little kid dreamed of having, until her parents got divorced. Her father left due to her mother being too controlling, yet serina blamed herself because she thought her father hated them. He didn't, he always came back to check on her and her siblings each month. But every two months he'd visit, his little princess got darker with maturity. She cut her own hair constantly, trying to get that perfect cut. Then, started getting into her mother's makeup to make herself look darker, more grunge and goth. And of course, relationship wise, she got fucked over by so many guys. If you want, I can tell you there names.

Let's see, there's Tyler, and Josh, Issac, Mason, no not my brother, Danny, Seth, Kenny, but no one made her switch break until him. Yeah, you know where I'm going with this, remember Sunny? He was basically that hot cup of tea you couldn't let cool down and your tongue would be scorched for months. Let me tell you how he acted, he would always laugh in her face, telling her she wasn't good enough, wasn't pretty enough, how lucky she was to have anyone, how she would be a nobody without him, how pathetic she was. He always said to her:

"pull your skirt up more"

"Show off more cleavage"

"I can't show you off if you're not the hottest girl here"

"you like showing off your little skirts"

"I wanna be able to see your cheeks when you walk infront of me."

He used her for drugs, used her for money, and used her for her body. After a year of off an on relationship it was close to the end of the school year, and she wanted to make the whole school pay, and by the whole school, I mean Sunny. Her hair, long and black, her makeup dark to contrast her pale complex, her dress as skimpy yet grunge as ever with her fishnet stockings and her platformed ankle boots. Sunny took one look at her and automatically turned the other way. Serina wasn't even done, she marched up to him, grabbing his hand, looked him dead in the eye and said.

"Sorry baby, you're just not man enough for me anymore-" and walked off.

We all know how that turned out for Amy, frail little girl, killed and hung over a swimming pool. But not Serina, her new thing, scared him. Sunny trued to threaten her but she could say one word and show off one picture and boom, he was on his knees begging her not to. So he never fucked with her ever again. She had changed, and for the better. She dumped her friends, dumped her boyfriend, and become the baddest bitch in school, well, I think so.

After that, summer came, and you know what that means. We met, and on our walk home, we stopped a few times, holding hands and twirling eachother like there was music in our ears. Of course, there was, we were both high off of drugs, but we were loving it. We spent all summer together, if it wasn't at my house, it was her mother's. Her family basically excepted me, loved me like I was apart of it, and I couldn't be happier than ever.

Both of our parents expected for us to be inseparable, and they were right. We would spend hours at our favorite spots, at the dinner sitting at the counter, me having a birthday cake frosty and her having a mint chocolate chip, going to the mall just to sit on the bench and rate everyone that walked in those mall doors, let's just say we were the other 10s in eachothers eyes. We would go to the beach and sit on the pier, then walk down to the beach, our toes in the sand and water as we walked until the sun set. The sun would set and we had out spot, behind us would be big D's Castle, they sold burgers and slushies.

We would lay back, our feet in the sand and getting hit by waves, some small water getting to our hair as we watched the bright sky dim into an orange and red color, then go black. We would walk home, going to either of our houses and sit on the roof, watching the stars, then, midnight would hit, and we would go in the room, taking whatever we could get our hands on to feel something, me having to almost overdose to just feel anything. We would sit there for hours, staring at eachother and talk about our lives. She told me about her pets, her family, her ex's lives, how she went from daddy's Princess to everyone's worst nightmare. But, to me, she was never a nightmare. She was a dream. She was my dream. And, I loved her. You can love someone and not be in love, right? Well, in any case, we grew close, so close that we had a key to each other's house, we basically lived together at either of our parents houses. And, honestly, neither of us had never had a friend like we had eachother.