Sleeping With a Friend

Chapter One

(Your POV)

“Knock knock,” Both the sound of the action and the yelling through my apartment door made me stir off my couch. “Hello? Anybody home?” The same familiar voice yelled again.

“I’m coming, I’m coming. Hold your horses.” I groaned, removing myself from the comfort of my warm couch. It was almost as if I could hear it calling my name to come back in the distance. When I reached the door, blanket draped around my shoulders, I slid the chain lock over and opened it.

“Well, I don’t have horses.” My friend Sophie began grinning, “But I did bring food.” She pushed past me and immediately walked to the kitchen. I chuckled, shutting and locking the door.

I didn’t have many friends, in fact those who I used to place under that category name had proven to just be like everyone else. They would come into my life for a mere moment, almost like they were screwing with me, or even using me. I’ve always told myself that people come into your life for a reason, even if that reason is to teach you a shitty lesson. I guess all their reasons were the same. Once I got to college I had long realized I might be a loner with no friends until I met Sophie. She was on my floor and already friends with my roommate so she would always find herself moseying into the room. We immediately hit it off and became friends, now we’re like sisters. After graduation I was lucky enough to snag a job at the headquarters of a magazine that was located in the heart of the city. Sophie got a job working for the local news and with our busy schedules we wanted to make sure we had a night for just us.    

“What did you bring this time?” Every Thursday night the exact same thing would happen. Sophie would come over, bring food and we would have that precious girl time.

 “Why do you still have that cover on?” Sophie chuckled, “It’s like 70 degrees outside.”

“I was cold and cozy,” I smiled at her, wiggling my shoulders, “But then you came and ruined it!”

“Please, I brought you food.” She dug around in the bag on the counter while I saw on a stool beside her. “We have extra super buttery popcorn,” She began pulling the contents out, “and those snow cap chocolate things I know you like.”

I giggled, taking them off the counter and opening them, “Maybe a little to much.” I added, earning a chuckle from Sophie. “I’ll get the movie, you start the popcorn.” I directed, removing myself from the stool, “Are you in the mood for sappy of 80’s?” I spoke with a mouthful of the chocolate goodness.

“I think it’s a Molly Ringrald kind of night.” Sophie yelled back and I nodded my head like she could see me. All the while I heard the loudness of the popcorn. I bent in front of my television stand and dug through the DVDs I had, looking for either The Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles, or Pretty in Pink—it would be best if I found all three. In the midst of my search, the popcorn stopped popping and I heard footsteps into the living room. “Find it?” She wondered, plopping on the couch and I heard her crunching on the popcorn.

“I’m in the S’s so almost.” I had to keep my DVD’s in alphabetical order or else they would all be a lost cause. Sophie always made fun of me for it.

“Check the M’s,” She instructed, “I think I just put all three there last time we had a Molly night.” I glanced at her, shaking my head. “Don’t shake your head at me! You’re the one with the DVD OCD.” She laughed.

“Yeah, yeah, only if you could keep it that way.” I sighed, returning back to the M’s. “Oh, here we go.” I snatched the three movies and held them up, “Pick one.”

“Hmm,” She pondered for a moment, “Let’s do Sixteen Candles. I need some innocence in my life.” I cackled at her and put the movie in. I relaxed on the couch next to her and the watched as the movie began, both of us digging out hands into the popcorn and crunching on the buttery goodness.

“Oh yeah, do you wanna go out tomorrow night?” I turned my head against the back of the couch, furrowing my eyebrows.

“Go out where?” I asked.

“Well the guy that I’m seeing-“

“This week?”

“No,” She chuckled, “Anyway, the guy I’m seeing invited me out tomorrow night he said that he wanted me to hang out with his friends or something.”

“Whoa, Soph, getting serious are we?” I laughed at her, watching her cheeks flush red. Sophie’s relationships were either short or shorter. She had a thing for guys that only liked her for a few weeks and then would forget about her. For some reason she didn’t mind, she just let it happen. Me on the other hand, I was lucky if I could get my mom off my back because every time I talked to her, she would ask if I had met that special someone yet. Very, very, annoying.

“Hah, very funny. I don’t know. He’s really nice and not to mention hot and besides I want you to meet him!”

“Is this going to be like that time when you made me meet your not-so-boyfriend-boyfriend and he wanted to set me up with one of his friends?” She nibbled on her lip and I caught on to what she was trying to pull. “Sophie, I told you after that day that I wasn’t letting you set me up with anymore guys. They all turn out to be freaks.”

She huffed, “Will you just please come out to meet him?” She pouted her bottom lip, “It would mean a lot to me! Please?”

I rolled my eyes at her, “Do you promise not to set me up with his friends?” She nodded vigorously and I let a sigh escape my lips. “Fine, I’ll go.”

“Yes! Yes! Thank you! I promise you’ll like-“ She cleared her throat when she saw my glare, “him. I was gonna say him.” She grinned and rested back against the couch. “But make sure you wear something hot tomorrow.” I snapped my head at her and hit her arm, “Ow!”

“Just shut up and watch the movie you bum!”