No-good

The start.

I walked into my bedroom, instantly tossing myself on the bed and resting. Another failure, this was the- what? Fifth-ish book I've written that's done horribly. I see the headlines now 'Amasa Smith, worst writer to ever exist!" My line of thought was broken as my phone rang loudly, the ringtone being some song written by Madonna? I think at least. I signed before picking up the phone, the person on the other end- of course being the one who set the song, my friend 'Morana'.

"Morg, what did you do."

I said with a sigh, as I rubbed the part between my brows with my fingers

"W-WHY DO YOU ALWAYS ASSUME I'VE DONE SOMETHING EVERY TIME I CALL ASA!"

she replied back, her tone of voice trying to hide nervousness (keyword: trying). 

"Because every time you call you've done something, remember last week?"
"

HEY TO BE FAIR I DIDN'T KNOW THEIR COFFEE MACHINE WAS 𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙐𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙔 BROKEN, I thought they were just lying because they were too lazy to make me coffeee..."
"Morg."
"... Fine your right I did something again- BUT IT WASN'T MY FAULT!"
"Like how you definitely DIDN'T yell at a employee and almost got sent to jail?"
"I payed that worker 100 bucks as an apology- but I swear this time it actually wasn't my fault!"
"just- tell me where you are."
"Oh, at your front door."

And with comedic timing the doorbell rings. I hung up immediately after that and headed to the front door. And voila in all her glory, her normal extremely neat brown hair now messed up, her dark brown eyes that are so dark their practicality black as her soft white skin seems to be covered in sweat, or perhaps water was dumped on her... 

"Asa~" 

She lept at me, putting me into a tight bear hug. It probably looks a little funny if your a bystander of this since shes maybe 5'11 or less and I'm unfortunately 5'5 (curse my genes). I backed off from the hug after a few minutes and stepped back. 

"Morg" 

I said, my voice stern as can be as I crossed my arms and looked her in the eyes. 

"Well, someone sorta- is REALLY REALLY mad at me and well."
"

Maybe- kinda- nearly drowned me?"

I felt my last bit of sanity just crack and shatter Into pieces. 

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO NEARLY GET DROWNED!?"
"

Come to my place? I'll tell you there"
"You couldn't just call me and tell me that?"
"Well, then you'd yell at me at my place, and I'll pay for gas"
"You make no sense. But fine"

She smiled and headed to my car, despite the fact her car just beside it and it probably would've saved her for being in some sort of debt to be instead of just needing to pay for her own. But then again nothing she does makes sense, I snapped myself out of thought and walked outside, locking my door before heading to my car. I wouldn't shut all my lights off but Morg is more important currently. 

"HURRY HURRY"

I signed before starting my car, Morg seemingly never stopping to take a breath as she yelled "Hurry" over and over. 

"Yeah, Yeah"

I just ignored her before starting to drive to her place