Phoebe's 'Big Thing'

Chapter 1

I was writing at my desk at school as Phoebe came in, pushing a table and knocking a chair over that was in her way carelessly. She rushed over, swinging her bag on the desk next to me to claim her seat, "oh my god, Frey," she started. Her blue eyes wide as she plonked herself on the chair. I gave her a knowing smile- whenever a sentence started with 'oh my god' and Phoebe's pet name for me, it meant she had a plan.
"I figured it out!" she exclaimed, looking at me expectantly.
"Figured what out?"
"What I want to be, what else?" she replied, almost annoyed that I couldn't read her mind.
"Really, what is it?" I asked curiously. She flicked her raven-black hair behind her shoulder before she answered, "a traveller photographer," she beamed proudly. I gave a little laugh but a death glare from Phoebe soon stopped me, "um, that's not a thing Phoebe," I explained. She waved her hand carelessly, "of course it is! Maybe I'm saying it wrong- a travelling photographer? Anyways, once I decided I was totally on board," she said, leaning back on her chair and rocking on its hind legs. I rolled my eyes, I've definitely heard that before, but then she changes her career choice practically every few months.

"And don't roll those brown doe eyes of yours," she scolded, pulling in her chair again so that she was looking at me properly, "best friends are supposed to be supportive," she huffed. I laughed again and this time I didn't mind the look I was getting from Phoebe, "seriously- supportive? Who drove you to an audition every month that was at least an hour away, when you wanted to be an actress?" Phoebe shrugged and flicked her side fringe out of her blue eyes, "I didn't have a drivers licence."
"You still don't have a drivers licence," I pointed out.
"Well because you can take me places."
"Or because you're a bad driver," I smirked. Her eyebrows pulled into a frown, "shut up Freya!"
"Ok fine. And who did a writers course with you when you wanted to be a writer?"
"Oh god that was so boring," she moaned, "why should I have to write about what that old bag of a lady told me?"
"Because it was an exercise, you're supposed to practice at writers courses!"
"Yeah but who wants to describe a sloppy landscape?" she questioned.
"Alright then- and who's kitchen did we destroy when you wanted to be a chef?"
"Destroy?" she asked innocently.
"Phoebe the chicken went on fire!" I exclaimed, remembering my mom's reaction when she saw the inside of her oven in flames.
"I swear it was practically raw when I last checked it," she declared.
"Sure. And who-"
"Alright, alright Freya. You've made your point- you're supportive," she rolled her eyes.
"Good," I smiled triumphantly, "so a travelling photographer this time?" Phoebe's eyes lit up at those words, "exactly! Imagine, travelling the world while you take pictures, and getting paid for it! It's perfect, I know it is."
"Do you even have a camera?" I asked. She smiled mischievously, "well now I do." I frowned warily, "what do you mean?" She pulled her school bag on the desk closer to her as she pulled out an expensive-looking camera box, "ta da!" My mouth hung open in awe, "did you seriously just buy that now?"
"Yup," she said, popping the p, "awesome isn't it? I think the Canon's are the best ones, that's what the guy at the shop recommended anyway."
"Phoebe where did you get the money?" She saw my horrified face and laughed, "don't worry Frey it was my own money, I didn't take yours again." I sighed in relief.

Phoebe had once taken €50 from me to get our hair done, the tips of my long, blonde locks were still a light pink.
"Just €10 left to pay you back for that right?" she asked, obviously remembering the same thing, I had to admit that I had loved my dip-dyed hair. "€15 actually," I reminded her. She dismissed it quickly, "yeah, yeah." She suddenly squealed excitedly and grabbed my hands, "Freya this is the one, I know it! Maybe this could even be my 'big thing'."
"Phoebe what even is your 'big thing'?" She looked at me confused, "I've told you that before."
"Well you mention it a lot, but you've never actually explained it." Phoebe raised her eyebrows, as if she was surprised at herself. She leaned back on her chair in concentrated thought and then smiled, like she had just figured it out herself.

"It's like a moment, or a feeling. Like a memory you create or something you do. Could be something as small as going to a concert. Or something bigger like having a baby. But it doesn't matter what it is. It's when you're left a little breathless, because everything seems a bit better- maybe even a bit clearer. And you know that in that precise moment.....its your big thing" I was slightly stunned at her answer, "and what if it never happens to someone?" She paused for a minute, "maybe it's already happened and you just didn't realise, because it was something small. But trust me, when it happens you'll know Frey," she winked at me.

And I couldn't help but smile back at her.

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