Keep You In Mind

Tangled Up In Me

"But is he cute though?"

"Vashti."

"So he is."

"He's white."

"And?" Vashti swivels in her chair and wiggles her eyebrows. "A little pink ain't ever hurt nobody."

"I hate you," Chamony moans and shakes her head. Friends since before they can remember, the two girls, similar and yet complete opposites in so many ways, balance each other out.

The Nurse Practitioner in training tilts her head, "It must be something about him that you actually like for you to keep getting so worked up."

Chamony nearly spits out her drink, "There is absolutely nothing I like about that neanderthal."

"Mmmhmmm," Vashti smirks, somewhat believing her best friend, but also enjoying the kick she's getting out of messing with her.

"Titi," Chamony groans, checking the clock to make sure she doesn't go over her allotted break time.

"What? I didn't say anything?"

"You didn't have to," she replies and glares, poking the other girl with her Bic pen. "I know you."

"Or do you?" Vashti grins mischievously. "These are the questions that haunt you at night."

"I hate you so much," Chamony laughs and the two, despite going to separate universities, proceed to finish up their homework. At least, as much as two friends as close as they are, can get done.

"No, but seriously, you want me to kick his girlfriend's as*?"

"Naw, she's white remember? They sue."

"Oh crap, you're right."

"I'm always right."

"Debatable."

"Rude much?"

"You still love me though, huh?"

"Debatable," Chamony teases, causing the other girl to hit her on the shoulder.

"The amygdala regulates fear and anger, right?"

"Correct."

"Someone give me my degree already, please!"

Chamony shakes her head, "You're a mess."

"Facts," Vashti flips her onyx hair over her shoulder and strikes a pose, causing both to fall out in laughter.

"Wells," Chamony looks up at her boss. "I need you to clock back in a little early."

She frowns, "But why?"

Instead of giving a verbal response, he nods his head upwards and behind her, causing both she and Vashti to turn around in their chair.

"You have got to be kidding me," she moans, turning back around and lightly banging her head on the counter.

"You know them?" Vashti gestures over to the three young men who just walked in and were now seated at a booth, waiting to be served.

"Only one of them and even that's too much," she groans, closing up her notebook and moving behind the counter to put her stuff back in her book bag. "You see the white boy?"

Vashti rolls her eyes, "Which one? There's two."

"The one in the gray sweatshirt," she whispers in annoyance, eyes going wide as the other girl turns back around to give the man another look. "Don't stare at him!"