When I pulled into my driveway, I saw Brandy's car. I took a deep breath as I tried to figure out how I was going to tell Brandy about what happened, because I knew she was going to ask. Brandy and I are best friends, practically sisters. We spend pretty much every day together. Either I go to her house, or she comes to mine. So it's completely normal when I walk into my house and see Brandy sitting on my couch watching TV. I expect to be bombarded by urgent questions as soon as I walk in, especially when she sees me come in without any groceries after I had texted her back and told her I went to the store. I walk in and close the door. As soon as Brandy hears the door close, I can hear her feet stomping through the house coming towards me. I don't even get out of my entryway when Brandy comes flying towards me.
"CAMILLE!" She yells. My body jolts back as she grabs my shoulders, coming to a halt from her dead sprint towards me. She drops her hands from my shoulders and looks me over. I roll my eyes, ready to be questioned....Well, ready as I'll ever be.
"Where are your groceries, you said you went to the store...." She questions with squinted eyes filled with suspicion. "AND, WHY are you wearing EXACTLY what you wore YESTERDAY...." She continues to interrogate. I know she knows what I've been up to. She takes a step back and stares at me, ready for me to talk. All I can do is laugh nervously and shake my head as I push past her and make my way to my bedroom. Brandy of course follows me.
"Brandy why are you interrogating me like you're my mom?" I ask, still laughing. We make it to my bedroom. I kick my shoes off, and Brandy continues to stare at me as she leans on the doorway with her arms folded. She has a devious smile on her face....An "I know what you did last night" smile. I look at her and roll my eyes, breaking out into laughter. "Oh my god Brandy, WHAT." I say through my nervous laughter, even though I know why she's acting this way. She keeps her smile and shrugs her shoulders.
"Oh nothing....It just seems like you have something to tell me." She antagonizes, swinging one leg over the other, crossing her feet as she continues to lean on the doorway. I roll my eyes as I take my flannel off and toss it on my bed. She walks over to my bed and grabs my flannel. She holds it in front of her and looks at me as I continue to change my clothes. I grab a T-shirt from my closet and turn around to see Brandy smelling my flannel. I give her a questioning look and bust out into laughter.
"Brandy what the fuck-"
"AH-HA!!!!" She yells, throwing the flannel back down and pointing at me.
"PJ!!" She yells, keeping her ironic smile.
"What the hell, you know what PJ smells like??" I joke as I put my T-shirt on.
"No, but your flannel smells like fancy cologne." She shoots back.
"Well how do you know I wasn't with another guy?" I argue.
"Because you left the bar with PJ...." She says back at me with squinted eyes. All I can do is stare back at her, trying to fight my guilty smile, but I feel my face turning red and hot. Her eyes slowly grow wider and her jaw slowly drops.
"SHUT. UP." She says to me, her eyes fixed on something. I look at her with a nervous smile, but before I can question her she's face to face with me. She grabs my face with one hand and turns my head away from her. She has the other hand on my neck. After examining something on my neck, she squeals as she shoves me and steps back, her hand over her mouth and her eyes wide. "CAMILLE!" She yells, now with another "Oh my god" grin on her face. I tilt my head in question.
"What!?" I yell. Brandy points to the mirror on my dresser behind me. I turn around and look, tilting my head to examine where she was looking. My jaw drops, and I close my eyes. Tucked just under and slightly behind my left ear....Was a hickey. "Damn it PJ" I mumble under my breath.
"Eewwww, Camille you did not!!" Brandy whines. "You. FUCKED. PJ!!" I roll my eyes and turn to face her seriously.
"No!" I yell. Brandy just looks at me, waiting for an explanation. "No." I repeat again, quieter and slightly breathless. Brandy holds her arms out in question.
"No what?" She asks, more calm. I must look upset, because her excitement dwindled rather quickly. I didn't like the term she used, because to me, it wasn't that.
"We didn't FUCK....We made love." I finally say. Brandy chuckles and rolls her eyes.
"Okay well....Gross Camille, really?" She jokes, she can tell she upset me a bit. But that makes me laugh.
"You think gross. But that man-"
"Okay ew no, I don't want to hear it!" She interrupts with a disgusted face. We both laugh. I get done getting dressed and I sit down on my bed. Brandy can tell something's wrong by the look on my face.
"What's up?" She says, sitting down next to me and nudging my arm.
"Well....It was good to see PJ and all. But I kept my guard up to keep that from happening, no matter how much my heart wanted it to happen. Then we got drunk. I remember fooling around, and some bits and pieces of the rest of the night. Then I woke up in his bed." I confess. Brandy puts her arm around me and hugs me from the side.
"How do you feel about that?" She asks.
"Well, I loved it....But, I don't know, I just have the feeling you get after a drunken fling the night before, ya know? Especially when I vowed to you, and myself I wouldn't let anything happen. But honestly Brandy....We talked so much last night. We caught up a lot. I mean, I still have to tell him some things that bother me....Ya know, how he pretty much ditched me. But other than that....It felt....Good. It felt good to hang out with him again. And honestly, he seems like the same PJ to me." I explain. She looks at me with a soft smile.
"Well, I wouldn't be a best friend if I didn't give you shit, Camille. You know that right?" She asks. I chuckle and nod.
"Yeah. I know." I answer.
"Okay. And even though I am worried about him being this cocky, stuck up "famous" guy now....I do want my best friend happy. And if you are, go for it....But if he breaks your heart I'm beating his ass." She adds a joke to her statement. She pats me on the thigh and smiles at me. We both laugh.
"Yeah, I mean, I'm still feeling it out. Who knows, he might not even want to pursue anything. It'll take some time. But I told him I felt like we were moving too fast, and I want to take it slow. And he was okay with it." I say. Brandy smiles.
"Well, no matter how much shit I give you, do what makes you happy." She says. I'm still not sure what will make me happy....But at least I got my best friend's approval.
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The Boy I Knew
أدب الهواةCamille Decker's first love in high school was Johnny Knoxville. However, she knew him as PJ Clapp, the sweet, baseball playing class clown that was her high school love. After high school they went their separate ways, but Camille's flame for Johnn...
