Not-so-best friend

ch.2

"So Mr Johnson-Call-Me-Elijah the gazillionare is a wee bit jelly I'm guessing?" Stacey nodded. "Heartbroken, shattered, abandoned, incompetent." Do I even need to say it? Over dramatic...

"What do you possibly think could've triggered this, because 'only' spending $250 over your budget is usually fine. Do you think your mum exchanged words?" "Maybe." Stacey sighed and played with her seatbelt. Well, my seatbelt because its my car. I wouldn't so much as even touch Stacey's car because its a Volvo (enough said there), so I just took my little weeny merc, namely Shirley. My phone buzzed and I saw a text from coco, my actual best friend. It read;

Slam dunk ahead. Watch out, babe!

A loud thud followed and both Stacey and I looked around to see what happened. Coco appeared at the boot of Shirley with her bicycle. She hopped in the back seat, throwing her bike next to her and I scolded her for being so rough. "It's a car, not Stacey's brother. treat Shirley nicely please." She shook her head at my mother like behaviour, then went on to speak. "So what's happening ladies? Any good goss?" She rubbed her hands creepily and I edged back slightly. "Fifth-life crisis." I said pointing to Stacey, only later realising that I had sounded like i meant this was her fifth time having a crisis. Coco rolled her eyes and Stacey yelled at me, "I wish to live longer than 85, ya know." Coco and I were surprised at Stacey's stroke of genius. "She knows maths?" I whispered to Coco. She tried to contain herself from laughing and Stace gave her a questioning look.

Coco gathered herself and the conversation continued. "What brings you here, traveller?" Coco pointed to her bike and replied "My bike and ambitions to get fit." "Co, you are already quiche enough and now you're just making me feel unhealthy. That clearly isn't true, cause I'm just as fit as it gets." I said, clicking my teeth and signalling 'okay/naught' with my hands. Stacey looked at me and threw in a quick "Aussie or British?" and I replied with, "Ill take both." She tutted and shook her head. Then she rested her head on Shirley's window and zoned out of the convo back into deep thoughts with meanings. "Seriously, have you seen my thigh gap?" Coco asked me. I shook my head slowly. "Exactly my point! I need to do something because if I leave it, it will become worse."

Stacey's head spiked up. "YOU'RE A GENIUS COCO!" She exclaimed. Coco seemed confused and nervous."If I let that Abuelo slide, it will all get worse, like your thigh gap!" Coco was mildly offended. "What I really need to do is not sit around and make mum realise how I feel. I need to take action!" "YEAH!" Coco and I encouraged as we both snapped into hype girl mode. "I need to rebuild my family!" "YEAH!" "I need to sabotage everything for my mum!" "YE-Noooo no no noooo." She ignored us. "I'm going to get that Abuelo good!"

She hopped up, out of the car and ran into the mall. "STACEY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" Coco yelled and I beeped the horn.

"YOU'LL SEE! AND SO WILL THAT ABUELO!"