The Whore & The Virgin

Chapter 6

Hello Loves! Its azalaya here and I am FINALLY updating. Sorry for lack of updates on TW&TV  but my writing mojo was completely gone for awhile.... Anyway- Here is to Chapter 6!
Pic is of Liana!

Song:  Last Friday Night by Katy Perry

Liana~

Mornings were meant to be quiet and peaceful in my household. There was no yelling and most importantly there was no megaphones. Unfortunately this is Buffy's house. Groaning, I go to yell at Buffy for being such a nuisance at such an early hour but my phone started to buzz.

"Why is it twelve in the afternoon?" I stated dumbly at Buffy.

"Honey bunches of oats, you slept the morning away and would have slept the day away if I didn't wake you. Now answer your phone." Buffy gave a sweet smile that could only mean she did something. That whore, she did NOT give my number away to some guy.

Reaching for my phone, I clicked answer and raised it to my ear. "Excuse me but if this is one of Buffy's boytoys then I'm not interested. I don't take sloppy seconds." I stated while giving a glare at Buffy. Her mouth dropped open," Sloppy seconds!? My seconds are anything but sloppy! I'm clean cut and very hygienic!" She whisper yells at me.

"Actually I am not one of her boytoys.. I'm into classier women not whatever she is." The voice on the other phone responded and I couldn't help but laugh.

Buffy was pouting on top of my bed as she silently talked to herself. "The correct term is whore," she mumbles.

"Alright you have my attention but better talk fast before I lose interest." I said, a small smile forming on my lips.

"Much more confident over the phone than in person. I'm also assuming you don't know who you are talking too." The guy laughed slightly and my face scrunched up in confusion. Who the hell was I talking too?

"BUFFY?! Who did you give my number to?" I said to her but she was busy checking herself out in the mirror.

"I am beautiful! I am NOT sloppy! I am the most sexiest girl ALIVE! No, I am even sexier than that. I'm... I'm BEYONCÉ bitch!!" Buffy said to herself and I have to resist the urge to throw a pillow at her face. Geeze she needed help.

"Hello? Earth to Liana.. Are you there?" The voice called out and I jumped slightly forgetting about the phone and mystery guy on the other line.

"Oh right.. So who are you?" I asked while trying to get Buffy to sit back down. She swats at my hands, continuing to check herself out in the mirror.

"Well it's Angel, you know the one in  band, and I was wondering if you'd like to catch a movie." The freaking idiot just asked me out like it was nothing. Who does that??? That right there isn't normal.. Guys these days should be like Oh hey so I uh wanted to like I don't know bang sometime.

"Excuse me?" I asked dumbfounded while glaring at Buffy. Buffy seeing this as a chance of opportunity, jumped over to me and grabbed the phone from my hands.

"She's totally in!!" She yells into the reciever.

"HEY GIVE THAT BACK!" I yelped and tackled her to the ground.

"You can pick her up at my place around 7," she says nonchalantly as she pins me beneath her. I'm able to throw her off and we roll around as I reach and snap for the phone.

"Huh? Oh yeah, of course, that's 26 Barker street....yeah.....oh really? ...haha okay then! She'll be ready for you by 7 so don't be late! Bye!"

Buffy decides then to stick the phone down her shirt before I can stop her. Scrunching my nose in disgust, I sat on the ground beside her in defeat.

"Liana, you got this girl. He asked you out right? That's good! Now you can go off, have some fun, and no longer be so innocent!" She squealed in delight and my face burned bright red. Buffy pulled the phone out of her shirt and handed it back to me.

"H-hello Angel?" I asked, unaware if he stayed on the phone while Buffy and I were fighting for control of the phone.

"Yes?" He responded and I took a deep breath," I would like that idea.. o-of going on a d-date or whatever." I took a mental breather and gave a are you happy now? look to Buffy.

"Great I'll see you at 7 on the dot!" Angel said before hanging up the phone. My mouth dropped open as I processed what he said.

"Well? Where's my than you? Are you pumped? Gasp! What will you wear?!" Buffy was bouncing up and down with excitement.

"I have a date at 7?" It came out more like a question than a statement but Buffy's freaking scream of joy meant that she didn't catch on to that...

Buffy stands and starts pulling clothes out of her closet, tossing them thoughtlessly behind her. Heaps of clothes pile onto the floor as she gushes about makeup palettes, conversation starters, kissing tips, date do's and dont's.

What was I thinking? Asking the biggest whore of the school to help me date this dream boat? This was going to end so badly... I can feel it in my gut.

"Oh my god can I PLEASE pluck your eyebrows? Please please please! Pretty please with whipped cream and a cherry on top with extra chocolate sprinkles!"

"...extra chocolate sprinkles?" I mumble hopefully.

Buffy pumps her fist into the air and snatches a pair of sparkly pink tweezers from her dresser and pins me down.

Oh shit...