One Night [GirlxGirl]

I

"Why does your phone keep buzzing?" Diana asked.

Diana Humpkin, or Diana McQueen, a thirty-six years old woman who stole my father's heart after that mum died. They met a fiver of years before she became my step-mother. I wouldn't say that I properly liked her, more likely I could bare with her.

"Bet she doesn't know how to answer calls!"
"Shut up George-"

'Been George Humpkin, later on adressed as George McQueen, nine years old kid.
He was the result of a one night stand, we all knew that and he did too, but we had never actually spoken about it, so he just called my father dad, and I usually called him by his name. Nonetheless him being always annoying and super lazy, the kid was quite clever for his age, and I might or might not have had a soft spot for him, since I didn't have any blood-related siblings.

"-at least I own a phone."
"When I'll be seventeen like you, I'll have a phone too and it'll be way cooler than yours!"
"George, A, knock it off."

'A' stood for Amy, Manda, or Amanda McQueen. A seventeen-years-old out of control and perpetually in a crisis- that could be about anything, really. I was still figuring myself out, wondering if I'd ever come up with something good in my life, because I had been the black sheep of that perfect family until then. I guess people just didn't like me; Diana said I didn't send enough 'good vibes'.
Basically I was going to be a teen for just another week, so I was allowed to do occasional bullshits until then.

"So? Arent't you going to answer? Who's it? Your boyfriend?" Geroge said, wiggling his eyebrows.
I glanced at the display just in time to see who it was and roll my eyes, smiling. I looked up at George just to find him smirking knowkingly.
I huffed, "no, it's not; now shush, I'm trying to watch a film here."
"But you've seen it tons of times! Let me watch something!"
"Amanda, let George watch some cartoons. We've seen this one a hundred times, you know they'll end up togeth-"
"Don't say it! Don't spoil anything!" I snapped at her, pointing at her directly;
"You know what? It's freaking hot in here, I'm going to my room-" The phone buzzing once again startled me. One new message. I stood up and went around the sofa.
"See? I do even have a new message from my secret lover," I teased George, who already looked at me with curious eyes, "who you will know nothing about!" I flicked his nose and ran upstairs giggling.
I turned on the fan and fell backwards on my bed.

Monkey: Party tonight at Bianca's at 9.30pm. Are you in?
Amanda: George thinks you're my secret lover. I don't know...
Monkey: You idiot will move that big arse of yours tonight. You're coming with me.
Amanda: Make me bitch!!! ;)
Monkey: She will most likely be there.
Amanda: I want you here by 9. I've got a couple grams.
Monkey: Ha! I fucking new you'd been in for tonight! It's been a while since you last partied...

I sighed and scratched my forehead, giving a glance at the big clock on the wall in front of me.

Amanda: 'Been busy, that's all. Listen here, I'm going to shower now.
Monkey: You're going to smash it tonight! She's going to fall for you so baaad, tonight's The Night, I can feel it! Xxx

I laughed a little and got up, leaving the phone on my bed to go organize the bathroom to get ready. I had just connected my iPod to the small box I use to amplify music when I heard my phone buzzing one time.
"What the hell is wrong with you," I hissed against it when I scooped it up from the bed.

Monkey: You're a catch, girl.

"That's why I love her," I sighed deeply, smiling at the screen.

'Her' was my childhood best friend, Rebecca J. Austin, where 'J' stood for Jackie, but she went by 'monkey' the majority of the times. We met in primary school, she was the only kid I wanted to share my candies with, because she was the only one who didn't pick on me because my mother didn't have any hair. We had been together ever since, attached at the hip, and we always stood by each other- when drunk, when high, when we both failed a test because we had spent the whole previous afternoon and night cuddling, when I realised I was gay, when she went through self-homophobia because she found out she was bisexual, when my mother died and I was just ten, when I relapsed with my eating disorders and she helped me getting out that path for the second time.
The dearest of all, we were reckless. What a duo.

I got back in the bathroom and let all of my clothes slip on the floor tiles before stepping into the shower. A moan slipped out of my lips when the cold water hit my skin, making me tense for a second, but then my whole body relaxed, and I turned around to put my long brownish hair under the shower jet to wet them.

When I stepped out the shower I smelled like apples and grapes.
I squeezed the lenght of my hair and then I tied it up to wash my teeth, and apply my post-shower moisturizing cream all over my body afterwards.
Still wrapped up in my fluffy white towel, I checked the time and decided to head to my balcony; I grabbed my packet of cigarettes on the way and peered outside before actually stepping out. The sun must had gone down a tenner of minutes before, and the air had cooled down.
I sat on the sofa and lit up my cigarette.

The cig was probably still burning in the ashtray when I went back in, to look for something to put on.

Meanwhile I waited for my nail polish to dry out, I allowed myself a couple of minutes dancing- more likely moving around as if I was drunk, or high, or whatever- to the beat of Mr. Bowie.
I untied my wavy hair to let it dry naturally, and opened up my drawer to choose my underwear for the night.
I had put on some ripped denim shorts and my black leather ankle boots when someone knocked on my door.
"Who's there?"
"Anee!"
I furrowed my eyebrows, who the hell was 'Anee'?
"Anee who?"
When I heard a giggle from outside the closed door I figured it out, but it was too late.
"Anee-one you like!" Rebecca said, stepping in my room.
"You dork!" I laughed; she went straight on my bed and sat down.
"Did I let you in, huh? You're-" I looked at my watch, "-you're ten minutes early!"
"And you're ten times sexier than the last time I saw you, baby," she said, coming up to me to hug me from behind.
"Let me go, you perv!" I shoved her back jokingly, and put on a loose black top.
"No bra?" She asked, a teasing eyebrow cocked up.
"Didn't feel like it," I answered her.

After I put on a soft layer of make up, my usual rings, and my cross necklace-it was mum's-, we both stepped out on the balcony and sat on the floor, backs on the wall.
"Your turn," I whispered to Rebecca, that apparently already remembered, since she was already working on the joint.
"Lick it," she whispered, winking.
"That's what she said," I replied, and then I leaned down to lick slowly- from side to side- the paper she was holding, slightly touching her fingertips with my toungue, looking at her directly in her eyes.
When I straightened up and looked at the astonishment she had written all over her face, I couldn't hold it in anymore, so I bursted out laughing loudly.
"Dumb," she slapped the nape of my head; then she put the joint in between my lips, and lit it up.
"Joint lit on, happy days!"

A/N: Dear you all, Saarh's here with her first story, or whatever this should be.
I'm quite excited about it, since it's been a long time since the last story I wrote- and that wans't even a proper story, so.
I'm going to say that the inspiration to write it hit me after I listened for the first time to 'One Night' by Ed Sheeran, and I thought about it as a one shot, but then I realised it would have been too long, so I will divide it in chapters and post it whenerver I'll feel they're ready to be published.
I really hope I'll manage to keep up with it, I've always wanted to publish something on Wattpad, but I never did because it just didn't feel right, and I stopped writing all of the stories I began, because at a certain point I just didn't like them anymore- it's frustating, trust me.
I don' t think that I can write, more likely I'm just content with how it is, so here it is.
Last but not the least, I'm not an English mother-toungue, so there will be mistakes; a lot of them, probably.
I'll try to read all of your comments.
I think that's all I have to say.
Thank you for your attention, I hope you'll enjoy the story.
All the love. S