Yellow.

boy on a curb • 2015

~ July 16th 2015 ~

Laying across the end of your best friend's bed, half tangled in her comforter, you tilt your head side to side while you watch her struggle to put a simple outfit together for the new job she scored at the very last minute.  Spinning in front of her mirror, ankle deep in sweaters and t-shirts, she turned to you with a pout, unamused as you yawn in response.

"You're not helping!" Sunny's knees buckle as she groans.

"I'm tired!" You send back her tone, making her roll her eyes. Storming back to her closet, she whisked out a knee length black dress that was topped with long sleeves and a turtle neck.  Sunny stared at you, eyes wide as she shook the hanger around.  Lifting your head, you sit up halfway to your elbows and shake your head, your hair falling into a mess.

"Too wintery," You say, pulling your hair back in a scrunchy you found amidst her sheets.  It had to have belonged to one of you, you'd both been sleeping in this bed for like two months now.  Sunny offered her apartment to you when you finished college so you'd partially have a space to yourself, and time to get yourself on your feet.  You and your 'forced into getting' business degree weren't sure where you fell into life just yet, but thanks to Sunny who happily opened up hers, you were slowly finding your place... somewhere.

"You're doing, what?  Their hair?  You don't want to wear long sleeves, you're gonna sweat, it's mid-July," You said.

Sunny dug around her drawers some more, tossing scarves and headbands behind her before she triumphantly jumped to her feet with a dark blue fabric rolled up into a ball in her left hand.  Lips pressed together in a tight smile, your beautiful curvy best friend hurried to your side, her tight brown curls bouncing with glee on top of her head.  Standing at the end of her bed, nearly on top of you she grins, perfectly white, slightly crooked teeth on full display.  Admiring her beauty and how happy she looked for a second, you questioned what she was holding with a head nod.

"It's perfect for a first day look," Her voice is hushed, and it's smooth as butter, the complete opposite of how she was just speaking to you.

"Lemme see!" You nod again, clapping your hands a few times to encourage her to reveal the miracle she's discovered after gutting her closet for over an hour.  Releasing the hem, a maxi dress tumbled to the floor, soft, cottony fabric that was going to hug her hips perfectly.  Your jaw dropped slightly, remembering the night she wore this.

"Your first date with Marco," You breathe, reaching out to give the dress a feel.  That night you helped her get ready, you being the one to talk her into buying the dress for the date with the dashingly handsome man she had met on a job one weekend. 

He was the epitome of a cookie cutter prince charming, but the sexy one from Princess and the Frog, he even had the light colored eyes.

Sunny sighs dreamily, glancing away into the unknown dramatically getting you to laugh.

"May God rest his soul," She says, and you crinkle your brows.

"Sun, he's not dead," You say.

"No, he's not, but his wife's gonna suck the life out of him eventually," Sunny snaps back to reality and hangs the dress on the back of her bedroom door while the two of you laugh.

"I'm honestly still mad about that," You lay back down on the blankets, stretching your arms above your head.  Sunny sat herself down in front of her vanity where she began to put on her makeup, instantly getting you to sit back up like you hadn't laid down in the first place.  You never missed a chance to watch her make faces to herself in the mirror that should only be reserved for late night rendezvous.