One Curvy Night

Chapter 9: Where we (girls) talk

The Curvy Girl's PoV

I walked through Kelly's door late on Wednesday night. It was time for our weekly 'tell all' sleepover, and today I was excited beyond belief. Not only would I grill Christie about her meeting with Simon, my older brother, but I'd just had a meeting with my boss, who wanted me to sign a contract with Mr Ashton, the Crime novelist, and asked me to talk to Kelly, who worked in the lawyer office we hired for contract and such. This was all becoming so real.

"Well, hello there, Miss daydreamer." Christie giggled as I snapped out of my thoughts, my smile dropping briefly before turning up a few watts.

"Hello, dear friends. Today is a good day!"

They all giggled as I flung myself down in the sofa next to Daisy, who reached over and squeezed my hand.

"Ok, let's start." Kelly brought forward the bottle. "Tell all night means telling all, no excuses. But keep it appropriate. Christie, I'm looking at you."

"Why?" Christie gasped out, but Kelly carried on talking like nothing was said.

"We let the bottle decided who starts. We can only ask questions to the chosen person. And they have to be right and proper questions, Christie!"

"Again, why?" Christie sniffed out as she lifted her wine glass.

"Let's start." Daisy shifted to grab her own cup of tea. I looked around for my regular smoothie (Kelly made mean smoothies), but it was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's my smoothie? We can't start until I get my smoothie!" As I said, mean smoothies.

"Calm down, it's in the fridge." Kelly rolled her eyes as I made a beeline to the kitchen.

"Ok, now can we start?" Daisy asked when I flopped back into the sofa, holding my strawberry and banana smoothie.

"Someone's eager to spill all." Christie smiled smugly as she stared at Daisy. "Spin the bottle, Kelly, so we can start roosting the willing victim."

"No roosting, Christie." Kelly started firmly while she spun the bottle, but Christie's eyes were glued on Daisy with scary intensity. It didn't last long, for when the bottle stopped, her intense stare swung to me.

Groaning, I prepared myself to spill all about James as the bottle pointed menacingly at me.

An hour later, my friends were toasting to what a catch I had gotten.

"Here is to your man's sexual appetite, exclusively for you! Very important in a relationship." Christie winked as she held up her glass of wine.

"More importantly, or at least equally important, his humour. Life is boring without it." I said, as I lifted my smoothie.

"His unwavering support for your choses and understanding of your insecurity." Kelly held up her cup of tea. "That man deserves to show you off to his heart's content when you are ready."

"To his kindness." Daisy lifted her own mug of tea. "Man is a beast without kindness."

"Oh, it sounds to me like he is a beast." Christie chuckled.

"Where it counts." I stated firmly. "He's perfect." Sighing dreamingly, I leaned back in the sofa.

"Ok, enough mooning over your boyfriend" Kelly said as she spun the bottle again. "We all need a man like him, so let's hear what Daisy's and Christie's love lives are at."

"YUS!" I screamed out as the bottle landed on the blond bombshell, who did look a little stunned after my quick sofa dance. "I've been dying to know how your meeting with Simon went!"