7 Minutes ✧ Syndisparklez

Girly Gossip

"Make room, girls," Misty ordered, climbing over one of the twins. I couldn't tell if it was Sunny or Rehab... They both looked so similar, the only thing different was that one had bangs and the other didn't.

"Ingrid, hun?" Bambi asked.

"Yes?"

"You wouldn't mind sitting in the middle, would ya?"

"No, that's fine," I smiled, ducking my head. Shimmying my way into the middle of the 1954 BMW, Crystal slid into the driver's seat of the car. Burgundy paint chipped away at the front of the hood, yellow tinted foam poked through the backseat material. A slender crack slithered it's way up the windshield, only to meet what looked like a small bullet hole at the top of the glass.

"Don't worry," Crystal mumbled, her eyes meeting mine. "That was from a bebe-gun. No one got hurt, just some stoned-teenager playing around with his daddy's guns. What an idiot, ammiright?"

"Uh, yeah..." I couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh. Bambi sat to my left, neatly tugging her skirt down as far as it could go.

"Where to, sugar?" Crystal asked.

"Oh, uhm... I don't really, I mean- I just-" I fumbled, trying to find the correct words.

~~A Difficult Explanation~~
How does one explain they don't have a phone, any money, and they don't want to go home?
It's a rather odd situation, really.

"I don't really know how I could go home," I mumbled.

"You got any family waiting for ya?" Bambi asked.

"I'm not sure," I answered truthfully. Who knows what Jordan, Tom, and Alice did after the movie. Did they even stay to watch it? Or did they suspect something went wrong? You would think they would've noticed...

Warm tears poked at the corners of my eyes, a lump growing in my throat.

~~A Depressing Thought~~
What if they didn't notice? What if they thought I ditched them, and they didn't think anything of it?
Or they could be super pissed right now. Jordan could be crushed, we were supposed to be there for each other.

"You got a friend to watch over you tonight?"

"No, not really," I mumbled, trying to keep my voice clear. Bambi's arm linked with mine, her skin slightly sticky from sweat.

"Not a problem, honey. We'll look over ya tonight," she grinned from ear to ear; her shiny braces seemed to frame to her face, complimenting her soft freckles and matted, curly hair. "This is so exciting! It's like a sleepover, we could give each other makeovers, do each other's hair, and we can stay up talking all night, and-"

"We could try to do that," Crystal interuppted. "But we gotta work tonight."

"Oh, come on," Misty whined from the backseat. "Can't we skip one night, I've already made three fourths of this week's quota."

"Yeah, just three more blowj-" the twin with the bangs exclaimed.

"Sunny!"

"I mean... Three more jobs and we're set this week. I could do three in an hour, easy."

"Fine, if-"

"If?"

"Only if someone calls Benny and tells him the situation," Crystal said, turning through streets lined with broken bottles and alcoholics.

"Oh, hun, Benny is gonna love you to pieces!" Bambi squealed.

"Benny?" I asked, unsure of what was going on.

"Our boss," Sunny chirped from the backseat.

"I'm the boss," Crystal murmured.

"Okay, fine, our Pimp," Rehab said, resting her head against the glass window.

"Oh," I tried my best to not sound surprised. Of course they have a pimp, their prostitutes. That's how it works.

~~The Difference Between the Pimp and the Boss~~
In this particular case, Benny, the Pimp, owns more than one group of employees.
He is the overall controller of the whole 'company.' He's got connections, and he's got a business; a very successful business at that.
Meanwhile, he has assigned one girl in each group of prostitutes to be Boss. The job of the Boss is to watch over the other girls, and make sure none of them get ripped off, hurt, or killed.

"Benny would pay good money to get a pretty girl like you on his team," Misty said from the back.

"Uhm-"

"Girls!" Bambi squeaked, gripping onto my hand. "Inappropriate! We are not recruiting."

"I'm just sayin'."

"No offense," Crystal added. "But I don't think you're his type, sugar."

"None taken," I laughed sheepishly.

"What is his type, cause it sure as hell ain't us!" Sunny chimed in.

"Oh please, y'all are blind!" Crystal giggled.

~~A Definition~~
Gossip
Casual or unconstrained conversation or reports about other people, typically involving details that are not confirmed as being true.

"He's so got a crush on you, BamBam," Crystal taunted.

"Does not!"

"He does too!"

"Give me proof," Bambi mumbled, rolling her eyes.

"Okay, the way he looks at you. That shit's fuckin' cute. Secondly, ever notice how he's always made you do the 'less scandalous' jobs?" Crystal asked.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Bambi, how many blowjobs have you given for cash?"

"...none."

"Mhmmm, and sex?"

"...Listen, I don't know where y'all think you're goin' with this, but it's not true!"

"Keep tellin' yourself that, honey!"

Giggles filled the car, Bambi's cheeks flushing a bright pink.

"I can do whatever job I want to! And Benny can't stop me."

"But he can request that you do the smaller jobs, which he's been doing," Crystal cooed in a sing-song voice.

"You know why?" Sunny asked.

"Why?" Bambi mumbled, playing along.

"Cause I bet he wants you all to himself!"

"Aw, Benny's got a sweet side-"

"How cute!"

"BamBam, you gotta date him."

"I'd jump his bones in a heartbeat-"

"Ugh, whatever," Bambi quickly ended the conversation.