Don't worry. This story isn't some lame sappy love story, ( however I do love the Notebook). This is also not an amazing story about 4 friends conquering the world and facing life together that will make you feel bad about your own lives. I mean, we are 4 friends, and we do conquer the world...but not in the world war 2 type of way, in our own weird and non- impactable on any of the rest of the world type of way.
MIA
"Derek stop!" B laughed so hard she had to gasp for air.
"B it's your fault! You're the one who started it!" Derek grabbed her waist. "Give it back B, its my phone."
"But I need to borrow it babe!" She pleaded.
He grabs her, picks her up, and throws her onto the bed, and then tickles her hips until she finally gives in and he snatches his phone from her hand. By now she is laughing so hard she's completely choking on the air that she's trying to grasp onto.
I cup my hands against my mouth, " And the quarterback tackles and receives the very odd looking ball! Whoooo!" I watch them and can' help but feeling a little sad. I wish i were B. Perfect face. Perfect body. Perfect parents. Perfect relationship. She had it all...and then there was me...the lowlife loser with a laptop and occasional lowkey slutt. Somehow, don't ask how, we became friends. I still question the reasoning behind it today.
B gives me the puppy look. "Mia?" She comes closer. " Yes B?" Her bottom lip quivers. I toss her my phone. She smiles the biggest fakest grin i've ever seen. " thanks babe."
"Yeah no problem." I smile back.
"What do you even need to do?" Derek tries to peek at my phone.
She snaps it back. " Snapchat, Insta, finsta, twitter, and facebook, duhhh."
"Damn." he pauses. " Wait, where's your phone?"
She tries the guilty look in her eyes. B's really hard showing her emotions. " My dad took it away because i might have possibly been at the mall when i was supposed to be doing chores or whatever at the house." She sighs. " I'm getting it back tomorrow though."
Derek looks deep into her eyes like he's about to say the most important thing that anyone could ever say to Bianca Papaloni. " Stop, shopping." B holds her mouth as tight as she can to hide the smile and hold back the laugh.
So i do it for her. I tilt my head as far back as it can go, and burst out laughing, tears and all. Everyone knows that telling B to stop shopping is like telling a pack of lions to stop hunting. They both stare at you, because the language you just spoke wasn't in their vocabulary. Creds and all respect to his effort though.
He peeks over her shoulder once he realized that she was totally ignoring him. "B! Are you seriously online shopping right now!?"
"Derek!" She leans in closer. " Are you seriously surprised!?" B turns to me. " Here Mia have fun with it, i'll just steal someone else's." She tosses it to me. By the time I look back up their making out. Great. This is my cue to leave.
I walk out of her room and decide to text Ethan. He's my go to person when I'm hard core third wheeling, and he's also my boyfriend, so that's a plus too. We have a very on and off relationship however. I ignore him for an hour because the only person i want to talk to when my family is all crazy is B. She gets everything. So then when I finally pull my shit together he's off with his friends ignoring me for the rest of the week. So then I break up with him. But once i have gone to someone else I start to miss him and get jealous of the new girl he got and then poof! We're back together again. I know what you're thinking, what a healthy relationship they have there. Or maybe you're like me and you're like how are they dealing with the whole internet thing? I mean it must be a struggle blocking each other and then unblocking them over and over again. To answer that question whether you asked it or not, it is indeed a very rough everyday struggle we have, but we're getting through it.
Wanna hang tonight?
I go to the freezer and search for my favorite orange popsicles the Papaloni's always uy for me. They say that they don't just get them for me, but every time i come over the same amount is always there from when i had left.
Sure.
I'm at B's.
K. i'll be right over. :)
Maybe it's the smiley face, i mean he never uses them, it seems like a forced smile.. Or maybe i'm just overthinking it.. But something's definitely wrong.
By the time I finish my icy creamsicle, Ethan's blood red lamborghini headlights shine through the front window. I shuffle out the door. He's leaning against the blue neon door lights looking at his phone. His brown lushes hair looks like a wave when the blue outlines it, and his cheekbones permanently outlined by the luminescence of the crescent moon. Ethan's outfit always seems to be so casual but like he tries at the same time. I don't know. Grey hoodie, adidas pants, black and grey nikes, and those piercing blue eyes. One glance at those and you will know what the Caspian sea looks like. It all just all flows.
"Hey baby," i say and he jumps, turning off his phone immediately.
"Oh hey, sorry I didn't see you come out."
" No don't be sorry. You were busy." Long silence. "So do you wan to maybe come in our just stay out here?"
He leans in close. "Or maybe we could just stay out here." and next thing I know we're kissing. Great. I don't know why, but I don't want him to be here anymore. I feel like he's just here for my lips and nothing else.
" So is that a yes?"
He steps back. "Yeah sure."
