Friends Can Have Benefits Too

Three: No Talking

Chapter Three:

"That'll be twenty three dollars. Thanks, Mish! Have a great day and say hi to Dean for me!"

"Bye Love, I will certainly do that."

I waved bye to Misha, the greatest lady you will ever meet in town. As she left, I couldn't help but reminisce back when I first met her. The night I came here, I was a wreck. Misha saw me in desperate need for help. Misha didn't know me, yet she didn't hesitate to take me in and befriend me. I couldn't help but shiver. That was a bad year for me.

At the age of eighteen, I was blindly looking for my best friend Rachel without a clue to where she lived. I had no phone to call or her number at all, but I knew she lived here. She would always send me postcards with a cute little town picture. Too bad I left those back at my old forced living arrangement with my Mom.

A hand placed itself on my shoulder suddenly and I jumped clearly startled. Oliver being the perpetrator, smiled at me.

"Did you not realize I nearly had a fucking heart attack Ollie?" I placed my hand on my heart, quite dramatically. He smirked evilly making me think he was going-

"Oh no! HELP! MINNIE NEEDS LIFE ALERT! MAYDAY! I REPEAT! MAYDAY!" He shouted loud enough to cause my ears to bleed.

"Shut the fuck up. What's going on?! Who's dying?" Parker ran to the front desk with two books in his hands. He was taking this quite seriously.

As he stood there I couldn't help but check him out. Again. What? He looks really nice today. Not like yesterday, with his pants and his you know... bulge. Well that was nice too, but I mean, today he looks normal with loose dark denim Jeans and the navy blue bookstore shirt we are required to wear every Friday. And not to mention, his light brown hair slightly ruffled a bit giving it a nice touch to his outfit. He could be a damn model with those looks. Too bad he has an evil girlfriend.

"No dumb ass. We were just playing around. I swear you could get an award for Best Stupid Employee Of The Month," Oliver snickered.

"Oh, yeah? Well, I'm not going to say it again Ollie. Shut the fuck up!" Parker walked away with an unreadable face.

Oliver shook his head ever so slightly looking at Parker's dispersing figure, with a growing grin. "Man, I love that guy."

"You my friend, are weird. But I got to say I love you for that," I stated with a cheesy grin.

He shifted his eyes at me, shaking his head amused. His cheeks flared and I knew he took that as a compliment. Cute. Sometimes I actually wonder why he didn't have a girlfriend. He has a nice body (I wish I could actually confirm he has a six pack) and a sweet personality that overrules his obnoxious side.

The same question that I had bugged him yesterday and all morning with came back; Why doesn't he like Rachel?

"So back to the topic of Rachel." He groaned and leaned down thumping his head against the table.

"Oh stop that. I want to know why! You already have a date with her on Saturday."

"Ugh, that's tomorrow." I pinched his neck in hopes of hurting him. "Ow! Ow! What's that for!?"

"Rachel is my bestest friend don't talk about her like that!" I scolded him.

"I thought I was your bestest fwend," he pouted. I rolled my eyes.

"Okay listen here if you do something stupid to my best friend, I'll hunt you down and tie you up! You'll be my hostage. And I will make sure your little guy hurts." I threatened.