Run Like You're Gunna Lose Me

7

Meranda's eyes tore open the small house. In her eyes it was a simple cottage that little, old Snow White had hide herself away in, except now the prince was Louie, and Meranda was not the princess.

It had been almost a month of constantly yelling at Louie to drop the fat girl that lived in that house. For reasons unknown to her, he would defend the girl as Meranda lashed nasty comment after another.

"I am your girlfriend!" She shouted through the phone while she sat in her car staring at Monnie's bouncy hair curl against her ears. Monnie could be seen singing and preparing lunch through her front windows. Her sunny and at ease glow caused Meranda to hate her even more.

Louie had no idea where she was at the moment but prayed she was far away. He didn't feel like having her spit at his face again while she made her silly statements of him sleeping with Monnie. He had not even touched his friend inappropriately!

"What about the friend part," he muttered while letting his head hang back as he held his phone to his ear.

"What?"

"Meranda, look, you're the one who seems to never have time for me. I moved here for you. When we are together we either have sex, or you spend the rest on your phone. Babe, it's boring. You know it, too."

Shaking in her Pacifica, Meranda sharply exhales a hiss. "I am not the problem here." Hanging up she tosses her phone hard to the dash board. "Argh!"

Leering at the house she puffs away till finally she decides to meet this special Monnie that seemed to be causing her grasp on Louie to loosen. She had worked hard to get him, and love her, and there was no way some fat, stocky chick was going to be the reason he left her in the dust. Meranda's thought went wild as she stormed up the steps.

Quickly knocking, she did not stop till it opened. Her eyes fluttered as she saw the warm light that showered Monnie. Right away Meranda could see that the thick, well built girl was one of those honest do-gooders; Monnie had it all in her eyes, and rosy cheeks. No wonder Louie likes you, Meranda thought with a roll of her eyes.

"Yes?" Monnie asked the sassy lady that only towered over her due to the jeweled, heel booties that dazzled in the sun. Not knowing where she had seen the blonde before, Monnie eyed her carefully. "Do I know you?"

Meranda's mighty attitude could not be hidden as she made clear who she was. "No, you know my boyfriend."

"Still doesn't answer my question, but okay," Monnie said as bland as dry cereal. It irritated Meranda that she hadn't sparked a reaction out of her, so she tried again. Monnie herself could pick up on the harsh tone but ignored it. Not trying to start an argument she leaned on the door to relax. "How can I help you? I don't think you've met me, I'm-"

"I know who you are and who you're trying to be. I am just here to tell you to back the fuck up."

Monnie's eyes flew open in surprise. What in hell was this scrawny girl talking about? Standing in full posture to show just how easily she could knock her down, Monnie crosses her arms. The second Meranda had spoken, Monnie knew today was going to be a rough one.

There was a certain rule when it came to swearing. It wasn't something Monnie enjoyed doing out of anger, sure she would curse here and there but never had she used it with anger towards a person. That was tastless warfare. Controlling her tongue, Monnie forced a toothy smile to try and simmer down.

"Watch your mouth," Monnie replied as her dark eyes clouded. Lighting striked Meranda as she stared back. This was a sign of war to Meranda and she wasn't going to back down!