Just Friends

66

Pov Meri

I put my hands behind my head and lie down on the bed. I'm staring at the ceiling, but secretly that's not the only thing I'm doing. A no for all the perverts among us. I am not a member of the jerk association De Loose Pol. I keep thinking about the kiss with Sage.

I don't want to think about it, but I just can't think about anything else. After the kiss, her mother suddenly came in. We both quickly and awkwardly pretended we were asleep and nothing was wrong. Her mother wouldn't be surprised by that. We almost always sleep together. Either she with me or I with her.

We haven't talked about it since the kiss. Even though that was only a day ago. I take a deep breath in and out. The door to my room opens. Mom puts her head in the door.

"Hey, would you like to go out for dinner?" she asks carefully.

I shrug my shoulders and lie on my side. My gaze falls on my bedside table. There's a photo frame there. In the picture frame is a picture of me and Sage. I put my arms around Sage's back and pressed a kiss to her hair. It's my favorite photo of the two of us. Just not a good time to look at it, so I quickly turn the other way.

"What's wrong with you," Mom sighs.

"You haven't said anything for a few days," she adds, sighing.

"Come on, Meri," she sighs.

"Come on," I mumble and get up.

Mom immediately gets a hopeful smile on her face. Believe me that's false hope. At the moment it is more fun to go out for dinner with a potato. That's right, he doesn't even say anything.

I pick a black shirt off the ground. I smell it briefly to make sure it doesn't smell too much of sweat. No, it's still fine. I pull it over my head.

"Done," I say.

"You're not seriously going to wear those sweatpants, are you?" Mom asks tiredly.

"Why not?" I ask.

Mom rolls her eyes and gives me her 'are you serious' look.

"Good," I sigh.

I pull a pair of black pants out of the closet and quickly change pants. Do you always hate having to put your shoes on and take them off?

"Well. The black whopper has also been born again," Mom mumbles.

This promises to be a fun evening. Uhhmm.

Mom opens the door. It's a really fancy expensive restaurant in my opinion. Since when have we been eating here?

You only have crackers and everything smells like new paint, while I would normally prefer to eat a Hawaiian pizza.

"Table for two?" ask a man who shows everyone tables.

It's not primal, because it doesn't deliver food, but I don't know the name either. Someone else gone? Otherwise I'll call him crab head now. His head is extremely red and therefore resembles a crab.

Mom nods kindly while I think the man is just wondering which pigsty I've been to.

Well then I'll tell you something. Crabhead I've been in your backyard. Oh no now I'm a stalker... ooh I'd be scared if I were you.

Krabhoofd shows us a table. I plop down on the bench against the wall. They're always better than those awful wooden chairs, but for some reason only people under 25 seem to get that.

Krabhoofd hands us two menus.

"Soup, potato and porridge," I mumble.

"Meri," Mom hisses.

At least she tries not to laugh and act stern. She's really failing at that at the moment. I look back at the map. I really only see strange names. Like mussels. No, sorry, I prefer not to eat shells. Bah. I happen to be human.

"Would you like to order something yet?" I hear a girl's voice.

"Yes, I'll have the mussels and a bottle of champagne," Mom says and winks at me.

I would have much preferred beer, but she must have gotten a crab head scissor in the eye, which made her blink for a moment.

I think Mom turned into a fish too. Damn mussels.

"And you?" the girl asks.

I look up and see a blonde chick standing there. She has straight hair. She subtly opens her white blouse a little further.

"Yes, I want to order too," I say.

"What do you like?" she asks, blinking excessively.

"The exit," I smile innocently

"Meri," Mom hisses.

I don't care about it. At the moment I really give zero fucks. I stand and strike a slutty pose and I don't mean I'm stripping. I mean more like one of those poses from girls that you always see on Instagram. Ass back, ribs very far forward and then hurry up and take a photo or you won't be able to breathe.

I put a finger in my mouth for a moment and then briefly tap my hips.

"Tss," I make the sound as if my finger is burning.

"Slut," I mumble as I walk out.

I don't feel like it anymore. On to the Mac.

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