Halfway (#Wattys2016)

Friends

"Jules, you're not fucking helping."

"Just wear the green one." Chloe held the green dress.

"No, it makes her hips look huge." Eva, darling Eva, looked away from the TV long enough to say that, then she went back to Dean and Sam's latest adventure.

"Thanks. That makes me feel so much better."

"How about the white top and the boyfriend jeans?" Lisa asked.

"Not really her style." Jules answered before I had the chance then carried on sucking on her lollipop and scrolling through my phone. I'd like to shove one down her throat and the other one up her ass. I'll let you decide which object for which hole.

"Fuck it. Fuck it all. You know what? I don't want to wear anything. Okay? I'll be going in my birthday suit." I might've exploded.

Jules snorted, "That'll catch his attention for sure."

"Oh fuck you. You've done nothing but make some snide comments. Dude, I need you! I'm nervous, and instead of calming me down, you're only making it fucking worse!" I ended that little speech by panting, because, apparently, yelling at your best friend is an absolute marathon.

There was silence in the room, and all eyes were on me. And then Chloe asked, very hesitantly, almost scared, "So that's a no on the green dress?"

I don't know what it is, maybe the look on Chloe's face, or the fact that she put the dress in front of her, almost as a shield, like trying to protect herself, but I started laughing; soon enough, all of us were laughing, none of us knew why, but we didn't care.

"Dude, I don't get why you're making such a big deal. Why the hell are you so nervous? I remember I had to practically force you to go out with him the first time." Jules said once she sobered up.

After a couple of seconds, she added, "You almost killed me for it."

"She likes him." Eva contributed, without averting her eyes from the screen, which was displaying Jensen Ackles' perfect face.

Oh, me likey.

"That's no excuse to act like an irritating ditz," I glared at Jules, and she just looked at me innocently, "What?"

"Just give me the green dress."

"No, it makes your hips look huge." Eva has yet to look me in the eyes while saying that sentence.

"I don't give a flying fuck."

"Fucks don't usually fly." Jules sucked her lollipop.

I sighed, finally calm. God knows that if I can handle the chaos that is my group of friends, I can handle anything; except Donald Trump being president.

No one can handle that. And that stupid wig.

|****|

"Man, you're really over thinking this." Lisa stated, trying to calm me down.

"Look, I'm telling you, he was acting strange-"

"He was acting like a complete ass." Jules interrupted me. "I mean, seriously, the guy was half an hour late, didn't even have the courtesy to call, he spent the entire evening on his phone, and he didn't even bother dropping you off!"

"And they say chivalry's dead." Eva muttered.

"Did you guys at least talk?" Lisa asked.

"Well, yeah," I cringed, "But I did most of the talking. He only answered when I asked him something, and even then, his answers were short."