My Best Friend (girlxgirl)

Chapter 1

Macy's POV

"Ugh! Mace, can we please do something other than stay home and watch Netflix all day, for once?" my best friend, Charlotte, protests once again.

"Char, shut up and watch the damn movie." I tell her blankly staring at the screen.

Okay, I know I'm being just a tad bit rude but this girl has been complaining for the past hour and a half about how I 'never have fun', my parents were out of town in Hawaii for their anniversary for the next two weeks and this is what I choose to do, hang out with my best friend watching Netflix. Don't get me wrong, I love her I really do, I've known her all my life, but I know exactly what this little slut wants to do (since her parents trust her, don't ask me why, I don't know) and that's go to a party, get wasted, and hook up with some guy she just met like all hormonal 17 year olds these days, and quite frankly, I like staying home and not risk the chance of getting an STD over a one night stand. But hey, that's just me.

"Ughh! I can't, I'm dying.. of.. boredom"

Such a drama queen.

"You're being over dramatic"

"I am not!" she whines. "Ugh, God Char, what's wrong with not having sex for one lousy weekend?!" I ask aggrivated.

"Well Macy" she says emphasizing my name "What's right about that?" she asks winking. "Slut" I fake cough. "Only for you babe."

I roll my eyes at her and continue watching the movie.

"Ughh, come on Macy! You know there's a party at Shane Hardwick's tonight, beats Netflix if you ask me."

"Good thing I didn't ask right?" I say with sarcasm dripping from my mouth. "Seriously Mace, lets just go, when was the last time you had, you know, like actual fun?" she asks.

"Right now! With you! As we speak!" I say like it's the most obvious thing.

"This?! Cuddling on your bed in the dark watching movies we've already seen.." she says waving her arms around "..Is not fun!" she says. "Please Macy.." she whines, climbing on top of me, straddling me as I lay there causing me to blush slightly. "Can we just go get wasted?" she asks giving me her infamous puppy dog eyes.

I stare into her eyes for a good 30 seconds before giving up

"Fine. You win. We'll go."

Damn those green eyes.

"Yay! Go make yourself look hot, there will be boys there" she exclaims.

I roll my eyes at her. Defeated, I get up, turn off the tv, and let out a huge sigh knowing that instead of staying in bed, I have to go make an effort and dress up for people that I don't want to see, all for my horny best friend.

See, Charlotte and I have been friends since the womb. Yes, the womb. Her mom and my mom were best friends so I've known her since birth. However, Charlotte and I were from two different worlds. Charlotte was that stereotypical girl you'd hear in books and movies and whatnot. She was literally perfect, she had flawless skin, long, wavy beach, dirty blonde hair, piercing green eyes, had the body of a goddess, and not only was she freaking gorgeous, she had an outgoing personality that made her irresistable to any guy (and some girls) at Roosevelt High.

"Quit checking me out" Char jokes interrupting my thoughts as she gets undressed to change into a sluttier outfit more suitable for the party.

"You wish" I say instantly.

Anyways, I however, was not a cheerleader, I had long wavy chocolate brown hair and light brown eyes. I'm more reserved when it came to meeting new people, and unlike Charlotte, I preferred being on my own than being around people, it's more peaceful if you ask me.