Reminiscing

Saturday Of Surprises

Nancy's POV~

"Nancy." A soft voice called out.

The harsh sunlight was making my eyelids hurt and no matter how hard I squeezed them shut, the annoying orange gleam wouldn't go away.

I groaned and pulled the blankets over my head.

I tried to reconcile my sleep, only to be called out yet again.

"Nancy."

The voice was now louder and soon the blankets were forcefully torn away from me.

"Nancy!"

"What?" I growled.

"Someone's been killing your doorbell and pounding on your door for the past half hour," Valerie informed me.

I groaned and rubbed my face. "Why didn't you just open the damn door?"

"I've got a tremendous headache and I don't even remember how I got here."

"I knew you had too many drinks," I mumbled as I lazily made my way to the front door.

The doorbell soon began to buzz again.

"I'm coming already! Dammit." I hissed.

I pulled the door open and glared at whoever it was bothering my early Saturday sleep.

When my eyes landed on the woman in front of me, I did a double take.

"Jane?" I gasped. "What are you doing here?"

I instantly stood up straight and avoided the burning glare of the beautiful black haired woman in front of me. She was looking rather outraged. I wonder why?

"Why is it so difficult to get in touch with Candice or you?" She sneered.

Let's just say that Jane never really liked me since high school. Maybe it had to do with the fact that Candice got hit by a helmet because of me, or maybe because I laughed about it instead of rushing towards Candice to make sure she was okay. Or maybe she just hated me because I was blonde.

I was only kidding about that last part.

I'm sure her hatred came due to the way I had treated Candice during my stress-induced moments.

I didn't blame her. I would hate my best friend's wife as well if I knew she was making my friend's life a living hell. I'd want to beat her to a pulp, actually.

"My phone is turned off at the moment," I answered her previous question. "As for Candice, I'm not sure why you can't get in contact with her."

"Well because of you I had to take a taxi from the airport all the way here."

"Jane, you don't even talk to me. How was I supposed to know you were coming to visit?"

"Well, now that I'm here you may as well invite me in."

I opened the door for her and let her inside.

"Oh, and get my bags in, will you?"

I rolled my eyes and reached for her suitcases.

"Are you sure you only came for a visit?" I asked. "You seemed to over exaggerate in your packing."

"We don't joke around, Nancy. So please stop."

"Well if you're going to stay here we'll have to put up with each other," I stated the obvious facts.

I closed the door behind me and dropped Jane's bags on the ground.