(Small note: Sorry for the unannounced break. Deepika has returned.)
In the same fancy restaurant (the one where Split and Mannequin Mark were), Bive lights a cigarette with a match, she puts it out by shaking it, a pinch of smoke fills the air, but not enough. She is having lunch with Pilby. Split recommended this restaurant earlier. Pilby puts their fork down on the plate, which has a nice green salad. There are two fancy glasses of water on the table. Bive smoked the cigarette, but she didn't inhale it.
Bive: "Uh... I don't know why I suggested this place, Split recommended it."
Bive let out a small cloud of smoke.
Pilby: "Well...At least we're together. I never get to see you, you're so busy."
Bive has the cigarette in her right hand, in-between her fingers.
Bive: "You're so busy."
Pilby: "No you are."
Bive: "No you are."
Pilby: "No you are."
Pilby chuckles slightly.
Bive: "Guess I am."
Bive puts her hand on her chest, then she takes it off of her chest.
Pilby: "Me too."
Bive: "In fact, If I have to do one more interview..."
Bive smokes the cigarette again.
Pilby: "I guess it's hard. All this success."
Pilby drinks water from the glass.
Bive took a quick smoke of the cigarette.
Bive: "I'm just so tired of being admired all the time."
Bive: "I mean all these men they're...they're beautiful, artistic minds, great sex, the whole package, but...hollow."
Bive: "You know what I mean?"
Bive: "I feel nobody's honest with me."
Bive paused.
Bive: "Nobody wants me..."
She paused again.
Bive: "...For me."
Pilby: (smiling a bit) "They're not family."
Bive: "Oh, Pilby I wish I had your life."
Bive: "Husband, kids, carpool."
Pilby smiled.
Pilby: "Well, I may have it all."
Pilby: "But you know sometimes I wonder what my life might have been like if I actually," (Pilby paused for a bit) "Tried to write a novel."
Bive puts her hands on the table, infront of Pilby.
Bive: "I'm sure it would have been good."
Pilby gasped slightly.
Pilby: "Well maybe I will write one."
Bive: "You should."
Bive is holding one of Pilby's hands with the both of her hands.
Bive: "Just try."
Pilby: "No...I- I don't need that kind of success."
They both pause for a bit.
Bive: "Listen to us. We who have everything while Split..."
Pilby let out a long sigh.
Bive: "...what does she have?"
Pilby: "Oh you're so right..."
Pilby: "And she's just getting older."
Bive took yet another smoke from the cigarette.
Bive: "Last night, she called while I was in bed with Jimmy...I think."
Bive: "She was in tears."
Bive: "She told me she quit her job."
Pilby: (smile is fading) "Oh god no...that's her lifeline!"
Bive: "She said she wanted to change her life, "do good". Work with the poor and the needy."
Pilby: (Sighs a bit) "I don't get it."
Bive: "Don't even try, she doesn't understand, she is good. She doesn't need to do good."
Pilby: "Wh- What about her music career?"
Bive shrugged.
Bive: "I don't know," (she taps the cigarette on the ashtray, tiny pieces of burned ash goes on the tray) "But don't hold your breath."
Bive: "Listen anyway," (she puts the cigarette on the ashtray again) "this is all top secret she doesn't want anyone to know."
Pilby: (sarcastically) "Oh...but she told you?"
Bive no longer has the cigarette.
Bive: "She felt she can trust me."
Pilby: "'Cause she always thought I was someone, that she could confide in."
They chuckle slightly.
A waiter poured some water into their fancy glass cups.
Bive touched her tongue with her finger. She closes her mouth after that.Pilby: "Did you speak to mom?"
Bive: "You mean about the split-up?"
Pilby: "Oh...I- I thought- that was all top secret?"
Bive: "Just for Split, sensitive Split, everyone else knows."
Pilby: "Oh..."
A waiter comes up to them with a tuxedo.
Waiter: "Could I get you ladies anything else? Coffee? Deserts?"
Bive and Pilby look at the waiter.
Bive: "Oh no thank you, just the check please."
The waiter places the check on the table, then takes the two plates away, he leaves.
Bive: "Thanks for lunch."
Bive puts her hand on Pilby's hair gently.
Bive: "I really enjoyed this."
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~deepika.~ (REGRETAVATOR STORY)
FanfictionThis darkly comedic Regretavator fanfiction is centered on the three Ashley siblings. Split moves through lackluster jobs with no sense of purpose. Now employed teaching adults, she is dating a student, Russian taxi-driver Unpleasant. Bive is an est...