“Babe you can’t drive for shit…but I still love ya.”
I finger the lacey fringe at the end of my white tank top, it’s really irritating, I mean the way it restricts what the rest of the shirt doesn’t. See the tank top fits me just right, it doesn’t show off that slight bulge I have (haha it’s not slight, that’s under exaggeration) but the lace it cinches at the end. Who the hell designs a shirt like that?
And why do I like it so much?
Because it makes me look amazing.
Nikki taps her sandaled foot against the hot black pavement, “Claire, don’t do me.”
“I don’t want to, that’s what men are for.”
Claire runs a hand through her long flat ironed hair and pops her gum in irritation, “Ash, you asked Pop’s yet?”
I sure as hell did not.
And why should I?
I’m not going anyway, “Uh, not really. I think I have to work this weekend.”
All lies, I checked my schedule yesterday, I’m scott free to murder and shit.
But Nikki isn’t through with her yet, “I can drive for a few minutes and then you can take the wheel.”
Claire keeps her eyes on me, but what she says is intended for Nikki who looks very disappointed by the way, “Nelson told me that you almost ran his car into somebody’s garage last Christmas.”
Wait…what?
“He didn’t tell you that he was driving and the reason why he almost ran into the garage was because I gave him he—“
“Welp, it’s time for me to get ready for work. I’ll catch yall later.”
Oh God, because I really didn’t want to hear about her head bobbing up and down while he drove. That’s just….ew…and…it makes my stomach jump and my heart ache a little bit.
“Ash, pleaseeeee for the love of god. Ask him, this is one of the few chances we can do this. Think about how much fun you’ll have on a beach, and a beach house! C’mon. Think about it.”
I’m thinking about it, and I’m thinking that I don’t want to go, because I don’t want to sit to the side like a freaky little loner and wonder, hmmm where will I be sleeping tonight?
“Ok, I will.”
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“You and Claire are cool now?”
Ashley bends down to retrieve her pink duffle bag, the one with ASHLEY embroidered across in purple letters from her cheerleading days.
It’s hard to believe that I’m capable of making friends now?
She shouldn’t be so surprised, if feels like I haven’t seen her in days. She wakes up early, and comes in late at night, I guess to keep Daddy off her case or something. It’s working well, he doesn’t suspect a thing at all.
I so wish he would.
“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?”
She tucks a long strand of hair behind her studded ear and scoffs, “I didn’t know you had any friends. That’s all I’m saying.”
She really irritates me. This is the first full length conversation we’ve had in weeks and she’s irritating me, there’s no way this sisterly bond thing is going to happen.
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The Night Is Young
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