ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2 - ᴛᴜᴛᴛɪ ꜰʀᴜᴛᴛɪ

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Skating along the pavement, you can hear everyone talking and cars pass by. The sounds of music coming from my Walkman on my hip. Cheryl and I are getting frozen yogurt. I turned off my walkman and stopped in front of Tutti Frutti's Frozen Yogurt. The jingle bell on the door dinged as I pushed open the door and walked in.

The restaurant walls were light blue and white edges, a white and black tile floor, a pink counter, white countertops, An isle side counter reaching to the end of the other wall, white tables with swivel chairs and pink padded seats. The windows made more light come into the room and they had little ice cream stickers and letters. In one of the seats was a beautiful redheaded girl, short hair curling up and outwards, side bangs curled, dark mahogany eyes, curled lashes and thin plucked eyebrows, and red tinted lips. Shined pearls around her neck, a collared baby pink short sleeved dress, a white belt, and black heels. She turned my way and waved exaggeratedly. I gave her a small smile.

"What took you so long?" Cheryl said with an excited smile.

Cheryl Jo, she's always so chipper. When I was sitting on a bench at school for lunch. Yeah I was alone taking up the whole seat with my legs and using my backpack as a pillow. Then Cheryl came up behind me and read the comic book, Vampirella, over my shoulder. Surprisingly the bimbo girl knew about it and ranted to me about the series. Till the two of us were reading it together. It became our routine to see each other at that bench for a while. I miss school even though I graduated.

Cheryl is... a bimbo. But she's my bimbette so what can I say? She's very bubbly and chipper. Though she lacks intelligence she has emotional intelligence. In my opinion emotional intelligence is greater than all others. She always gets what she wants but she always takes care of me. She's always there and spoils me. Weirdly enough, she'll get guilty when I give her things but she's always the one spoiling me. Think of a glam being your complete opposite and being your all time best friend. She has a big heart and not a smart brain, but that's okay.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry Cher. I almost hit an old lady on the way here! She's okay though but still!" I said sitting in the seat in front of her flipping my brown flannel back to provide more open space. I leaned my cheek on my hand with my elbow on the table.

"Okay anyway, I have some gossip! So I ran into this B-boy at a party I was at. He was necking me and stayed with me the whole night. Saying all the things I wanted to hear right? Then Messila had a drink spilled on her because of this spaz who was fighting with her over some stupid jock. I'm like ugh girls were out of high school and he's in his senior year, grow up and get a real man. I had to leave B-boy and help Messila. Then oh my god I saw Simon making out with John. I don't care what people say they are so cute together. Elton ended up drinking too much and tried flirting with me but I pushed him off like this and yelled 'As if!' He ended up puking all over the pool table. Then B-boy and I met up again. He drove me home. He was just the sweetest!" Cheryl ranted with her wild hand movements and this light in her eye.

Her stories were always so intriguing. You see Cheryl was fairly popular in high school. She was prom queen twice! That popularity stuck with her when high school ended. She'd go to college parties, hang out with important people, buy the most beautiful things, and so on. I'm surprised she's not stuck up for being like this. The movies are wrong about some people.

"You got a lot going on. When do I get to meet this B-boy? Wait Elton from high school? The journalist? Those girls sound so immature. I always knew Simon and John had a thing for each other from the stories you told me. They always seemed so... fruity. Good for them! How's college going for you?" I asked, looking at the menu. I got paid by Henry so might as well get something. I'm kinda Henry and William's secretary. I just do whatever they tell me and get it done then I get paid.

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