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Sugars' body shape

Sugars' pov

"Ok,let me get this straight. A good looking man-"
"Guy" I cut in my bestfriends' early morning rant. It's 10 am on a Saturday. That's too early for me to be awake. Come'on, I only slept at 5 this morning after working the night shift. I deserve some sleep.
"Walks up to you,ask for your number-"
"Threatened me for my number"i cut in again
"Would you shut up and let me finish my analysis?" She growls
"Sorry" I mumbled and squirm further into my bed.
"Good.  And your response was no until he had to threaten you. And after you said what?"
I was about to respond when she growled at me again. My mouth clamped shut.
"You wish he had a butt rash?"

I folded my arms over my chest and huffed.
"Yes. I wish he had a butt rash! "
Bri rolled her eyes at me.
"Goodness you are so childish"
Laying face down on my bed she sighs and stretch her long slender limbs.

Coming from a rich home but still careless about hanging out with a poor me. I've always wondered how she is still my best friend with all the differences between us.

Brianne is a Victoria Secret model but works for her twin who happens to be a famous designer and owns half of the company. Her family is filled with billionaires and celebrities. She's 8 years older than me but still manages to look my age which is 19.
She's always busy but manages to find time to chat,call and visit me whenever she can.
She left her photo shoot in the middle of the night to come to meet me at the hospital when I had come down with the worst flu.

If I hadn't been so weak,I would have laughed at her clad in her robe which was opened, with the underwear which she was modeling beneath it with her make up ruined with tears.

"I think we should visit the spa. I seriously need a massage"

"Yea,sure". I mumbled as I shoved myself off the bed and headed to my small sized bathroom to do my usual morning routine.

After showering, I walk out in my underwear to get dressed. I put on a gray sweats pants and white shirt, then headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for myself and Bri.

That woman,Bri,is addicted to my pancakes. She could be in France and still send someone to come for pancakes for her. And there's nothing special in the pancakes.

As I began frying the pancakes, Bri walks in to my small sized kitchen and handed me her Ipear.
"Ma wants to talk to you"she answered my questioning gaze.
"Hey mommy" I said into the phone
"Hello honey"the voice of Mrs. Meyers sounded through the phone. She had insisted I called her mommy the moment she laid eyes on me. And that was about a year ago and it has been that way since then.

"How are you doing my chocolate? "
"I'm good. How about you and daddy? "
"We're fine. I called you to tell you that you have to come home today. I want all my babies here today and you would be spending the night. And no is not in my vocabulary when it comes to you young lady. Do I make myself clear?"
I swallowed all of my protests and groans. Belinda Meyers could be scary sometimes.
"Yes mommy. I should go pack now"
"Good. Love you both."
"Love you too"
She cut the call and I handed the phone back to Bri who was already stuffing her face with pancakes and syrup.
I rolled my eyes and made my way to my room to start packing the stuff I needed for my stay.

It's going to be a long weekend....