Sugar Spice and Everything Nice

Trouble- DIY

Melanie

I couldn't relax until I entered the heaven that was my room. I felt my breathing return slowly to normal as I was surrounded by the blue tinted walls and colorful DIY vases and stuff around my room. I was a fan of stuff like those.  What can I say? That's one of the many things that came to my rescue in tough times. Further, my big shot dad gave me too much money to splurge and I felt like puking every time each check hit my bank balance. I could do very well on my own, thank you very much. I plopped down on my bed, my feet dangling outside and my phone in my hands. I didn't feel like slipping out of my sundress just as yet. I was lost in the thoughts of Mrs. Jefferson and her cold blooded, blue eyed stare that could just freeze over the Sahara with ease.

 Brrr.......

My phone vibrated, making me jump and drop it, which wasn't a smart move, considering it fell right on my face and dropped to the floor with a thud. 

"Mel, is the floor okay?" my mom screamed from downstairs, not caring if she just made the whole neighborhood jump. And trust her to worry about the floor than me or my things.

Groaning internally, I decided to ignore her as soon as I saw the caller id on my phone.

Roshini.

Did I tell you about my best friend?

No?

The one and only person I'll bare my soul to, and tolerate her making my life a living hell just because she has a free access pass to all the freakishly embarrassing or cringe worthy moments of my life. Give her a pen and she will write a book about me in five minutes. Not a single sentence will tell you how sweet, caring, great-at-heart and best-in-the-world person I am.  Right now, I was shifting from one foot to another, debating internally whether to pick up her call or just tell her I was asleep later when I fake wake up.

Before I could decide though, the call outrang itself and the phone blinked, showing her missed call. I sighed, maybe this was God's way of showing me He cared.

But nope, He just wanted to pause torturing me. The phone beeped seconds later.

Bitch, Pick up the phone. And cut the 'I am alseep'  crap coz am standing right down your window and can see you pacing like a batshit crazy ghost. 

I stilled for a second, before sprinting to the window and looking down.There she was, looking effortlessly beautiful in her black halter top and jeans that were size 'a little too loose' for her. You can't blame her for that though. A size that snugly fit her too long legs and the perfectly curved waist was always a rare thing to find. But I would live another life before I find anyone complain about that, other than her, of course. Once they set eyes on her face, they look no more. The perfect pair of jet black eyes, highlighted in black and gold eyeliner were now glaring at me. Even when she was full on pissed mode, I wondered how eyes that were so black could actually have this much depth in them. But they were mesmerising and we got along so well that whenever we hung out, I  always found myself wishing I had been born as a guy and gotten engaged to her *wink wink*

But right now?

I. Was. So. Dead. She must have heard about the party. Of course she would have. Who wouldn't spill what had happened, to a 110 pound beauty, especially if she had given just one of her trademark smiles?

What do I do now? She was sure to be out for my blood. It's not everyday Yummy Tummy caterers gets a deal like the Jeffersons' one. But I had just let it slip like water between the gaps between my fingers in a cupped hand. I was about to slip under the bed and stay there for the rest of the night when the door sprang open, revealing a very angry and very beautiful Roshini. 

I blinked at her, like a deer caught on headlights and then ran for my life. But hell, she was fit enough to take me down in two seconds. I cursed and cussed, trying to get away when she dragged me by the leg till the starting of the stairs. I was about to plummet to my death upside down when my mom came into view at the bottom of the stairs. 

Even hanging like that, the only thought that came to my mind was, my mom looked quite good even upside down! Why oh Why Was I surrounded by such good looking people? It was such a bad hit to my self esteem and it wasn't fair!

"She's my only daughter, Rosh. I don't have a spare, unfortunately" she said it with such great regret that I wondered for a second if she was actually serious.

Now, Now, Didn't I have a great mom?

All I heard was a huff and a grunt before Rosh pulled me up. I panted and wheezed, walking straight to my room and sitting down heavily on the bed, trying my best to look angry, but I was pretty sure my face gave me away. The last time I had made her angry, I had to down a liter of green smoothie she had made, in one go. The time before that, I had to call all the restaurants we were serving and tell them I would do a dance for free whenever they order our special croissants. That wasn't even the worst, trust me. Don't even get me started on that list.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me that  happened?", she soft screamed as soon as she had banged the door shut.

"What that? " I asked, feigning innocence.

"Don't you play with me, woman. I know each and everything that happened. Drake was there".

Great. Just great. I don't know how many of the town youngsters were there. I just hoped none of our customers had been lucky enough to be graced by the scene that had taken place there.

"Look, I am sorry, but I-"

"What are you sorry about?" she snapped, her thin but full lips were tugging up at one end.

"I-I"

"You mean, you are sorry you didn't trash the party and make her evening a living hell she'll never forget, yes, apology accepted." Her blessed mouth was sporting a full blown grin and I couldn't help but smile a little as well.

"You just made Mama bear so proud, ma darling", she said, placing her hand on her chest and sniffing, wiping a fake tear.

I laughed at that and asked her, "So, all set for the show tonight?"

She placed one hand on her hip and the other at her front, before bending her ass ever so slightly so it looked like she was leaning sexily towards me.

"You bet I am. Bring it on babe!"