Friends.

In Which I Become A Biffle

In Which I Become a Biffle

I knock on the door for the second time, a smile plastered on my face. Dina Lacroix opens the door, one hand supporting her large belly. I smile a little bigger, "Mrs. Lacroix, Hi, I'm here to see Ronnie."

She nods with a small smile on her face, and lets me in. "Oh, please, call me Dee. She's upstairs, it's no use calling her when she's got music."

I nod, and hurry up the stairs, almost stopping to knock on her door. But please, darling. We do know that this is me right? I open the door, and I'm right. I caught her in such a great situation. She doesn't even notice that I'm standing at her door, my tall frame leaning against the door frame.

Her hair is the first thing I noticed. It was wet, with big droplets flying off it as she jumped up and down on her bed. It was already starting to curl into its ringlets, so each time she jumped up it would fly up, and then bonk her lightly on the head. She was singing on the top of her lungs, and god it was horrible. Like seriously, she was off key, not in sync, and everything. But it was cute. She was wearing a sports bra, and a pair of yoga shorts.

How she managed to pull that look off blows my mind.

I clear my throat, and her expression turns to shock when she sees my face. "Oh my GOD!" She says, lightly stepping off of her bed with a little thump. "What are you doing? Here?"

"Ace, you blackmailed me into helping you lay my best friend." I say letting myself into her room.

She frowns and says, "Hey now, that's just sounds wrong."

"Because this is wrong, Ace." In more ways than you can imagine. I plop back onto her bed, involuntarily taking in the cinnamon smell that she always carried around with her. "Ace, get ready, we're going to a night club."

"Jack... I don't like clubbing, or partying. It's not my thing."

I bite back a laugh, "But it is his thing, Ace."

"It is?"

"Yeah, now get dresses in something slutty, and we can go."

She deadpans. "I don't do slutty, Jack. So suck it up, and just deal with whatever I choose to wear." She goes into her closet and closes the door behind her. She starts singing again, not caring if I'm in the room.

That would have been hot- if she was any good at singing. But what the hell. I might as well just keep up with it. "HEY BOY I REALLY WANT TO SEE IF YOU CAN GO DOWNTOWN WITH A GIRL LIKE ME!"

Oh. I definitely would go downtown with you.

"HEY BOY I REALLY WANT TO BE WITH YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE JUST MY TYPE, OH NA NA NA NA!"

Oh yeah, you're definitely my type, Ace. Actually. No. My type is female. But your ass is my type. I shake my head and smile, "Ace! Shut the fuck up! You're horrible at singing!"

She sticks her head out of the closet at my words, a frown on her heart shaped face. "Hey. I'm not that bad, isn't like you'd be any better." She ducks back into her closet.

I smirk. "And how do you know that? You've never seen me sing before, Ace."

"I don't have to, Jack. I know your type."

"Do you. Really?"

She comes out of the closet, her back facing me as she fixes her hair in a mirror. "Yeah, Jack, you're a manwhore."

"What. The. Fuck."

"What, come on, we both know it's the truth. Look me in the eye, and tell me that you aren't checking out my ass right now. I can feel your eyes staring at me."