I Hate My Job

2 - My Friends

2- My Friends

"I swear, BJ. If you don't stop laughing right now, I'll burn every skateboard that you own in my apartment and I promise you that I will." I threatened with determination in my eyes.

BJ's cackle died down and I thought he finally get the message that I wasn't joking but, hey, this was BJ we're talking about.

Seconds later as I was about to got up from the sofa--he bursted to laughter again. This time, louder.

I whipped my head towards him and my stomach boiled with anger when I saw him rolling on the floor, hands wrapped around his torso, laughing his heart out as if he hadn't laugh like that in years.

"Man," he sighed, wiping away imaginary tears. "I haven't laugh like that in years!" He cried and went back laughing on the floor.

And here I was, standing before him, glaring daggers at his stupid bleached head and watching him laughing at my misery when I thought the least he could do was make me feel better.

It turned out to be the other way around. Wow, my day couldn't get any better than this. I thought to myself as I stared up ahead as if I was asking my dull/worn out ceiling.

"Ding dong!" I spoke too soon.

"If it's Hale, tell him that I'm not here," I whispered-well more like hissed-and gestured to him to get the door. He scrunched his nose but then got the message as he made his way to the door.

But when I saw the look that he gave to me--that mischievous glint in his dark eyes, the lopsided grin and the goofy face--I knew that it was the biggest and stupidest mistake I've ever made.

Really, Twyla? After all these years and you still don't get him?

I mentally scolded and slapped myself as I gave him the don't-you-even-think-about-it-or-you'll-die glare but it seemed like he, like Terrance and Hale, was also immune to my coldness.

He, Baylee Johnson aka BJ, playfully pouted at me and gladly twisted the door knob and swung it open. Revealing my one and only best friend, Hale Clifford grinning at me.

"Come on in, Hale! Twyla's right-" he drawled excitedly as he pointed at me with both of his hands. "-over there," he finished calmly and gave Hale one of his signature toothy grin that won't fail to make the ladies fall for him, minus me.

I swear all I saw was red that my left eye started to twitch and my fists started to tremble due to the anger that was rapidly rising in the pit of my stomach.

Just watching him dancing around behind Hale's back like the little midget he is, could make me want to tear this building apart. Limb from limb.

"Hey, Twyla. I hope I didn't bother anything," he suddenly feeling conscious as he glanced at BJ-who quickly stopped dancing-then back to me with a guilt look.

It amazed me how Hale can be a bubbly and all joy guy to a very self-conscious little boy. Maybe that's why I decided to make him my friend...

Maybe that's why I wanted to keep him around. I thought to myself as I kept staring at him blankly. Suddenly, it all came back to me. When I first met him, when he was the victim and when I was the savior.