Sydney Bay Janes
I got in the house after eleven at night from my non-date with Will. I actually think I want to call him Wilson, it's so cute, different. Yeah, Wilson, I like that.
Anyway, Chyna didn't seem to be back, yet, or she just went to sleep without texting me which she'd never do.
I snuck inside, not because I'd get in trouble but to be courteous, and carefully shut the door behind me.
I walked through the kitchen quietly to grab a couple bottles of water.
"Who's that?" Tom shot up.
He was in the living room stinking up the couch, having fallen asleep to some low budget action movie featuring poorly directed sex scenes.
I curled my face, the glass to my lips. "It's me."
"Who's 'me,' you pay bills here?" he groaned, standing from the bed he made himself on the sofa.
"Not your house," I mumbled back, walking down the hall.
He scratched his crotch, walking towards Delaney's bedroom. Disgusting.
3:04am
Hehehehe.
Laughter woke me up as I was a light sleeper and any sound disturbed my rest.
I squinted, seeing the doorknob twist.
In walked Chyna, easing my nerves. She was drunk, I could tell from her unbalanced walk and the stupid grin on her melted face.
"You look a mess," I huffed, fluffing my pillow.
She stumbled across the carpet and threw the heels and purse down.
Reeking of alcohol, Chyna climbed into bed and giggled in my ear.
"Hope you had fun," I talked, my eyes closed.
"I did," she laughed, flicking my nose. "He blew my back out, for real."
Everyone's making me so uncomfortable tonight, I thought in my head.
"Chy," I uttered, "you know I love you, but you're being annoying. Take your makeup off then come back to bed; I grabbed water for you, it's right there if you need it."
When Chyna got herself together, she sobered up some by then so I let her back in my bed.
We lied facing each other with some sitcom playing on tv in the background.
"Syd," she whispered.
"Yeah?" I spoke softly.
"Why don't you ever talk about your parents? Do you miss them, I know tomorrow is their wedding anniversary - you post about it every year?"
"It's not easy. It's better to not talk about it," I said, rolling over in hopes to end this conversation.
"I wonder what happened to them. You know you can tell me anything, sis," she went on.
"Night, Chy," I sniffled.
"Can I tell you about my date?"
"Sure," I agreed, lying on my back.
I rarely got bitter when it came to my friends' relationship and success in picking up guys. Honestly, I was always happy for them. Though, lately, I'd be a little bummed if Chyna and Damian became a thing; she's my best friend and we usually do things together, one of us in a relationship would ruin that. Or I'm just jealous because I haven't gotten to experience that. You know, meeting a guy who thinks you're pretty and actually approaches you not just for sex, but because he wants to get to know you, the wine and dine, butterflies in your stomach at the thought of him, flirtatious looks, and pulling all-nighters on the phone talking about nothing yet everything.
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High Fidelity
Romance"Never let an old flame burn you twice" Sydney Janes was a normal teenager until she got behind the wheel one fateful night. She lost her parents in a bad crash, but found Tony Becker - Hollywood's infamous troublemaker. Seeing she was only a kid wh...
