"Ew, Rebecca Stevens is such a whore."
I chuckle at my gossip girl of a best friend and glance over to see her looking down at her phone screen in disgust.
"What happened this time?" I say humorlessly.
"Look," She rolls over to the side of the bed I'm lying on and puts her phone screen in my face.
I look at the screen to see a picture of Rebecca in nothing but a pair of panties and a tank top.
"It's captioned 'make my hotline bling' with a winky face," Leilani says.
I shrug.
"Maybe she's just a little bit thirsty," I joke.
Leilani rolls her eyes, and I can see a speckle of green in the sea of blue.
"You mean a lot a bit," she replies laughing.
I laugh along with her and she smiles to herself continuing to scroll through her Instagram feed.
"I actually don't think that's that bad" I say nonchalantly, "I've seen way worse come out of her."
Lei raises her eyebrows and turns to look at me.
"What do you consider to be bad?"she asks, squinting her eyes.
I shrug again.
"I mean if someone's confident with their body let them be, it's rare for people to be like that these days. Why dwell on your flaws when you can flaunt the parts of you you actually like, you know?"
I sit up and pull my dark hair into a ponytail and when I look back down at her shes looking at me as if analyzing my face.
Suddenly, she climbs on my lap facing me and playfully pushes me back onto the bed.
I giggle slightly and she continue to stare at me. I begin to feel my cheeks redden under her gaze.
"What?" I ask.
She snaps out of whatever trance she was in and looks at me with a smirk.
"Are you confident with your body Trish?" she asks me, tickling my sides.
I laugh.
"What is there to be confident with?"
She furrows her eyebrows and stops tickling me.
She raises an eyebrow.
"Seriously?You aren't confident with your body?"
I shrug for the millionth time.
" I'm not confident with anything to be honest," I say chuckling slightly.
She leans back, sitting on my crotch and placing her hands lightly on the sides of my stomach, thinking. I look up at her face, admiring the concentration I see there.
"We're gonna have a body positivity night," she says ecstatically after a while and then hops off of me and the bed.
I groan and lay my head down on the bed then watch her as she forages for something in her dresser drawer.
She tosses what she was looking for onto me and I lift it up, sitting back up in the bed.
When i unfold the item I gasp as a black lace thong falls from a matching brassiere into my lap.
"What is this?" I ask.
"Put it on." she says simply and grabs something else out of the drawer then leaves the room and me with no choice but to do it.
