Two Hearts One String

20 years of Friendship

The beginning of the end...

"Stacy I can't afford this !" Complained Quora. Stacy just knew how to test my patience especially on today of all days. Stacy placed her slim tanned hand over Quora's mouth. She painted her nails a baby blue purple today, I guess she's in a good mood.

"Shut up Q, you're always saying that but yet, you can afford that expensive dietary plan and Gym Membership you BARELY use. Besides you're like a doctor that makes a bunch of money !" Exclaimed Stacy.  Quora stared at her best friend since Junior High. Stacy was 5'9 with blond hair scraping her waistline with dark orange highlights in it. Last time I checked she weighed 95 lbs ! and boy did she have long legs that ran on forever. It was her best quality she'd always liked to show off.

We've known eachother since high school up to now, my 25th Birthday, and Stacy still doesn't acknowledge my profession. I always had her back when we were in school. When ever Vanessa and her demon Brittney Spears Wannabeez singled her out, all I'd have to do was step in behind her and they'd scatter like the ugly hyenas they were.

Although I was shorter I was the fiercer one.

Sure I make good money poking at dead people but I find that fun and they listen to my problems without giving a rude remark. Unlike some people I know. Some people always had something nitty to say about it.

"Stacy I'm a Medical Examinar ! I'd understand if you'd call me the dead people person but I'm not a doctor who saves lives. We've debated on this before." Quora said as she lifted stacy's hand and flicked it away. Someone who has always had life handed to them with a golden spoon.

Stacy was such a drama queen.

"You are such a drama queen. Well Ms. Talk to the Dead , all I'm saying is that you can more then afford it. You don't even have to blink twice at that dress's price tag. My parents are always barreling me about my money and I'm a freaking adult." Stacy said with her hands on her delicate hips and then furrowed her brow.

Uh oh. Stacy's hand flew to her brow to smooth the skin between it.

"Oh now you've done it Q. If my eyebrows cause a mark, I swear you'll take my lonely ass in when I can't find a husband and..."

Quora never heard the rest of Stacy's speech about her flawless skin and living young when she's only 24. My eyes were locked on her hand. On the gold band with probably 1000 carrots in it as it glinted in the light while she rubbed her skin in circles.

I'd say I was shocked that she's getting married but the truth being told I was only shocked that some guy didn't already marry her long ago and have her knocked up with their fourth child just for an extra measure.

I wanted to cry and I hated that. Stacy said we'd be together forever now she's getting married ?

What hurts even more was the fact that she'd just been lying to my face about not being able to find a husband.

How naive am I ? What else has she lied about ? What if I never find a husband ? My best friend for 20 years has me second guessing everything that we've shared. Maybe I should buy a penguin and a parr--

"Are you freaking listening to me !?!! Gosh I hate when you do that ! You are such a jerk wa-" Stacy was cut off before the rest of her blond brain could spill out of her perfect mouth.

"When were you going to tell me Stacy-Ann ?" Quora whispered quietly.

A guarded look crossed over Stacy's eyes. Did I mention she has blue eyes ? Well yeah she did and boy did she know how to bat her full eyelashes at the guys to get what she needed.