Moiety

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London pushed aside her devious hair, it had taken her close to two hours and a few burns to accomplish such a beautiful look. As her mother would say, 'beauty is pain, London. Deal with it'. As much as a hard head her mother was, everything she has told London was to be true. At the age of 13 London had found out that half of her friends companied themselves with her for the attention of her handsome older brother, in which her mother told her to 'drop whoever was poison to her, concentrate on those who better you, London'. When London had turned 15 her first boyfriend came along with the intentions of taking away a piece of London, he couldn't decide on which one was better – her heart or her virginity. So he took both. London's mother taught her that no boy will ever be worthy enough to take away a piece of her, boys are only worth as much as you make them.

"I think I'm in love with him." Anthea whispered to London which caught her full attention. London inspected her friend, from her perfectly arched eyebrows to the sharp cupids' bow that managed to catch the attention of almost every man.

"What?" London questioned her friend of a lifetime even though she heard her friend loud and clear.

"I know you London, but I feel... I just, it sounds stupid. But every time I'm somewhere and he isn't there I want to share the moment with him, and every time he touches me my stomach does this weird thing." She knew Anthea was being genuine she described everything with such detail and sincerity for a minute she believed in real love, but as quick as that idea come it disappeared.

"The weird thing in your stomach is probably from all the alcohol you consume." London bit back a laugh as she raised her hand to catch the attention of the waiter. Anthea knew London was only being sarcastic as a defence mechanism, she knew her friend well enough to know she didn't believe in such nonsense.

"I'm being serious London, I feel he is different."

London left it there, she knew anymore talk about her friend's new lover would only cause more of an argument. If Anthea was so sure about this guy, she would consider accepting this guy but she was wary. London shot Anthea a smile as she slipped the waiter a generous tip, enough money for the waiter's eyes to widen and shoot her a flirtatious smile.

Anthea shook her head as her friend winked at the waiter, gathering her designer jacket from the chair she sat on.

"What?" London laughed at her friends knowing expression.

"When are you going to find yourself a man?" London was use to this conversation from Anthea, as a helpless romantic. Anthea loved to love someone, unlike London.

"Anthea..." London sighed, lifting her hand to fix her hair. "I don't need a man to better myself. You understand my situation too, I've basically grown up with the idea."

Anthea shook her head softly at her friend, both confused. Anthea knew about London's mother a beautiful woman with the confidence to match, she may be beautiful but she was both strict and cold hearted. She hadn't liked her at first, with such different perspectives on a topic so serious it was hard for them not to butt heads. 'At least London is more understanding', she smiled as she looked over to her best friend.

London was deep in thought by the time she reached her car. Of course, she had thought about getting serious with someone, but the idea vanished as fast as it came. She wasn't ready to put so much trust into someone who could be greedy enough like her father. The thought of her father made her gag.

"What's with the ugly face?" London turned to her friend, she hadn't even noticed she was doing that face.

"Was thinking of what you're wearing." It was London's turn to laugh as her friend shot her a glare jokingly.

They both drove around the streets as they did when they were younger, both of them content as the sounds of 90's RnB blasted out the speakers.