The Art of Bullshit

Chapter 1 - A-phiphany

'Pour another bottle to the floor, love/ You know I want some/ Everything you do is screaming more drugs/ Oh, we've lost it/ Call it conflict/ You keep on falling baby/ Figure it out/ Cut that shit out/ Just keep steering.'
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"We drank nothing that night
but I was intoxicated.
I went home and thought,
are we soulmates?"
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"I am fully convinced you never graduated Kindergarten." Asher taunted Taylor.
"Are you flirting with me or trying to start a fight?" Taylor smirked in response leaning into Asher's personal space which in return got her a hand in the face that pushed her away.

Asher was a slim, long-haired brunette with bangs that complimented her monolith eyes, a button nose and thin lips. She had been classmates with Taylor since they were in Elementary School hence being her longest friend. And Taylor who never lost an opportunity to cut her hair as short as she could had a red box-dyed bob as of right now with a set of big, wide eyes, a slanted nose and full lips.

"God I'm too sober for you guys right now." Sydney groaned from beside those 'ass suckers' as she called them in her head and well, in their face.

They were all sitting together on the floor of Brooke's bedroom who was Asher's 'best friend' with purple LED lights illuminating the room. Between the circle of friends were a bunch of pods and cigarette butts that they had been hosting for more than an hour now. Asher and Taylor sat beside each other with their legs crisscrossed, and took turns vaping, their hands slipping over each other' and soon enough Asher had hers resting on Taylor's thigh. It might've seemed like a small gesture between friends but Taylor could not be more aware of the heat the hand was slowly seeping into her.

As always, she began contemplating it, thinking why would she do that? And out of nowhere? She knew that Asher wasn't a physical person as she had spent 15 years being friends with this girl. She was quite aware of all her quirks; though one thing she wasn't sure about was her sexuality because even though Asher claimed she was straight, her actions said otherwise.

Taylor was then pulled out of her thoughts by the sole occupant of them, who had grabbed her face to blow smoke from her mouth into hers, their lips almost touching but not quite. Quickly inhaling the smoke, she looked back to find Asher staring at her with an undefinable glint in her eyes and her lips slightly pulled up.

Fuck.

Over the years they both had done stuff that wasn't conventionally considered 'friendly'. There was a lot of dirty dancing, holding each other's hips, hands on waists or in hair, passing suggestive looks with wandering hands or eyes lingering for a little too long. But considering their personalities it could've been said that it was just girls having some fun. 'Because of course, girls can have as many gay experiences as they want without it being considered actually gay.' Asher's exact words.

Asher and Taylor were both the biggest flirts in their grade. Taylor more so than Asher, getting a little too comfortable with everyone while the latter tended to stick just to her close friends. Snapping back to reality she noticed how Brooke was now sitting in Asher's lap, with the other looking quite fazed.

God, physical contact disgusted her.

To direct her attention elsewhere a secret crept out of her that caught the attention of the whole group almost immediately. Like a litter of puppies.

"I asked someone out."

A bunch of gasps were heard around the room
following with questions like; "By someone you mean an actual human being?"