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Michael
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After a week of watching the girl I admire, make out with a new guy everywhere I turn. I was ready to explode.
I decided that I needed a plan.
On the day after I found out that Marnie was now seeing a guy, who I can name as Tyler, I was kind of hysterical. James greeted me in the way he usually does, I told him a fact.
"Your birthday, the 29th of May is officially 'put a pillow in your fridge day',"I told him.
When he replied saying something to do with hopefully someone buys him a pillow then, I burst out laughing, hysterically laughing, it wasn't even that funny.
Then in business class, the teacher made the lamest excuse for a joke, and I could not stop laughing. How can one girl, who doesn't know I exist, have this effect on me?
For the next couple of days, it seemed as though no matter where I went, Tyler was rubbing Marnie in my face, or you know rubbing her back against the wall with all their goddamn kissing.
That was up until yesterday. Me and James had gotten lucky to have been walking behind Marnie and her best friend, Darcy.
"Tyler can sing," she exclaimed, excitement laced in her voice. 'Tyler can sing' I mimicked in my head and rolled my eyes.
"Anyway, we are going to an open mic night at a local pub, come if you want, it's at the..." She spoke until I got interrupted by James smacking me on the head.
"Do you ever even listen to me?" James asked scowling.
"Yeah, you were talking about your sister?" I said as more of a question.
"I don't even have a sister," James said bluntly. I was kind of annoyed at him for not letting me listen but I knew there was a way around it.
"Oh yeah," I said, as James rolled his eyes and we turned the corner.
That brings us to tonight, and my doorbell rings.
"Jim!" I exclaim, opening the door to reveal my best friend. She rolled her eyes at my use of her nickname and walked into my house. She was dressed in baggy grey sweats and a white tank top and her hair was damp and messy.
"I know I said casual but maybe you took it too far," I said trying not to sound like an asshole.
"I'm not going like this dumbass, I need your help with an outfit," she demanded, rolling her eyes. She walked up my stairs and into my room and dropped her bag on my floor. She unzipped it and pulled out neatly folded clothes.
On my bed, she placed a pair of black skinny jeans on the bed, matched with a flowery halter neck crop top and her all black boot heels.
Next to that she placed a pair of ripped denim jeans and matched it with a black long sleeved crop top and her white converse.
"Since you're like 5ft tall, go for the one with heels," I told her, cocking my hip and talking sassily.
She nodded then began to strip. I know what you're thinking, woah woah woah, what's this. The thing is, me and Jamie-Leigh, lost our virginities to each other on my 16th birthday. She's slightly older than me so I think she might have been 17, I'm not sure. It wasn't really that serious, it's just a lot of people had lost it and me and Jamie-Leigh hadn't so we thought 'fuck it'.
We spent 20 minutes laughing at each other's nipples for crying out loud.
From then on, we just kid of stripped and stuff, like girls do or guys do.
