The Choice

Best Friends Never Truely Leave

Last night was great. I was so sad it had to end though. Now I'm cooped up in my bedroom working on an interpretive dance that is due at the end of the day. I just can't wait to be at Juilliard where I will have space to work and be close to my friends.

My phone started playing Deep Throat by Cup KKake. Speaking of friends. "Hello?" I answered. "Herro," Kennedy stated loudly. "Hey you don't have to yell into the damn phone Ken," I stated annoyed. She chuckled, "Oh I know."

Well that was classic Kennedy for you. A rambunctious little shit. But I loved her anyway. "Did she answer?" I heard someone say in the background. "No shit Sherlock," I heard Kennedy say. That must be Andrea. "Hey is that Andrea?" I questioned. "Yeah," Kennedy stated. "Can I speak to her too?" I asked trying not to laugh at her. "Oh yeah!" she exclaimed.

"Hello?" Andrea said excitedly. I felt my face lit up at the sound of her voice. I missed them so much, and just hearing their voices could make my day. "What are you guys doing?" I asked grabbing my water. I heard what sounded like a door opening and Andrea say, "Visiting a friend." "Ooo anyone I know?" I asked sitting down on the floor.

Suddenly I heard my door burst open and I heard Kennedy yell, "You bitch." I felt Kennedy envelope me in a tight embrace. It felt like a bear hug but a hundred times stronger. This is what she called the glomp. It was the ultimate fan girl move according to her.

Andrea came in laughing her ass off. Meanwhile I was getting the life crushed out of me. "You know I love you and all Ken, but I can't breath," I gasped. "Oh," she said quickly backing away. The next person to grab a hold of me was Andrea. "God I missed you," Andrea whispered into my hair.

I squeezed her tighter trying not to cry. It made me so happy that they missed me just as much as I missed them. But it also mad me sad because it was my fault we were apart.
    
"Guys I'm so happy that you are here, but you do know you have classes Monday right?" I asked. Andrea pulled away some and said, "We already have that covered." "How?" I asked looking towards Kennedy. "Yeah," Ken stated looking up from her phone, "I don't have any classes Monday." "And I have a seminar Monday but it's not until four," Andrea said moving a piece of hair behind my ear.

"So what were you up to on this wonderful Friday," Kennedy asked me while putting her phone in her pocket. "I was just working on an interpretive dance," I said as I took the SD card out of my camera. "Can we watch it?" Andrea asked. "Of course," I said while I pulled up the video.

They went and sat at my desk while I sat down on my bed. "Wow that was amazing," Andrea said breathlessly. "Thanks," I blushed. "How do you fucking move like that?" Ken asked while rewinding the video. Andrea and I bust out laughing at our amazed friend.

"So what are we gonna do today?" I asked while wiping my sweaty neck with a towel. "Well we thought for each day one of use would pick what we would do," Andrea explained. "So who's day is it today?" I asked taking a sip of water. "Mine!" Kennedy shouted jumping out of her chair. Her sudden outburst made Andrea and I jump.

"Ok by your excitement I'm guessing what we are doing is something good," I said. "Hell yeah it is," Kennedy stated. Andrea looked up at Ken and asked, "Then what is it?" "We," Kennedy said pointing at us, "are going to bars and getting shit faced." "It involves booze," Andrea said looking at me. "We should have known," I sighed.

"Hey you bitches like to drink just as much as I do," she said throwing a pillow at us. "That's very true," I said making the other two laugh. "Ok well enough of the laughter we need to get ready," Ken said going down stairs to get her things.

"Do you want some help Ken?" I yelled down the stairs. "Nope I'm good," she said coming back into my room. "You didn't grab my bag?" Andrea asked in disbelief. "Nope," Ken stated not looking up from her bag. I laughed, "She's Ken, what do you expect?" "Oh shut up," Andrea said going down stairs.

"So when are we leaving?" I asked Ken help her unpack her stuff to put in a spar drawer. "Umm eight," she hummed plugging in my flat iron. I looked over to the clock on my nightstand. 6:05. "Let's get ready then kid."

*****

We were finished getting ready at eight o'clock on the dot. Kennedy wore a black crop top, with light blue jeans, a red and black sweater around my waist, and white low cut converses. Andrea had on a black tank top, red jeans, a grey and white sweater, and black boots. I on the other hand had on a grey tank top, dark blue jeans, a leather vest, and black knee high boots.
    
We drove to the first bar we could find. It was a small pub. "This is a little small for your taste Ken," I said walking through the door. "Oh no this is just the first stop of many tonight, so don't drink to much just yet," Kennedy laughed. Andrea and I laughed at her as she walked up to the bar.

After five bars, endless dancing, immense flirting, and what felt like a hundred drinks later we were finally home. "Kenzie," Kennedy whisper yelled as I opened the front door, "hurry your ass up." "Why?" I asked agitated at her drunken impatience. Ken put one finger up and said, "For one I'm tired as fuck, and two I need to piss." At this Andrea started laughing hysterically.

"Oh my god shut up," I said as we walked into my room. "Finally," Ken said walking into the bathroom, "I thought that I would never get to pee with your slow ass in the way." "Bitch be quiet," I yelled throwing a pillow at my bathroom door.

I looked over to my bed where Andrea was knocked out. I jumped on top of her quickly. "Andrea?" I asked picking her ribs. "What?" she mumbled. "Are you sleeping?" "I was trying to," Andrea groaned. I got off of her annoyed and grumbled, "Fuck sleep."

"Hey Kenz," I heard Kennedy yell as she ran out of the bathroom. "Hmm?" I hummed looking up from my phone. "I have a song that you can use for one of your classes," she said sitting in front of my keyboard. "Ooo," I said excitedly, "show me."

Black people are ghetto. They are very aggressive. They only eat fried chicken and watermelon. They only drink kool-aid. They exercise by fighting and stealing. They are secretly gangsters, and have a hit man on speed dial. Oprah she loves bread, Bill Cosby makes the drinks, Michael Jordan has cool shoes, OJ Simpson don't marry him, Harriet Tubman manliest man, and Lumar Odom he loves crack. Sharkesha noooo, she wasn't ready.

White people are racist. They are pedos. They eat kale and drink pumpkin spice. Trip while on treadmills. Do fake ass yoga. Invented Netflix and chill. They're emo as fuck. Donald Trump wants to builds a wall, Ellen just keeps swimming, Jeffrey Dalmer will eat your heart out, Paul McCaurghty only Beatle still alive, and Hitler hates the Jews.

I looked up at Ken and bust out laughing. We laughed our asses off until we pasted out.

A/N: This song is not meant to offend any of my readers. It's just meant to make you laugh. And I would like to give props to my real life best friend Kennedy Fontenot for writing this silly and light hearted song.