The Wrong Best Friend

Chapter Fourteen: Bae, Baby, Baboon, It's The Same Thing

CHAPTER 14: Bae, Baby, Baboon, It's The Same Thing.

"It's the simple things you do
I just can't get enough of you
It's that perfume that you wear
And the way you do your hair
That I love so much"
-Michael Carreon.

Everyone has those two types of best friends.
Type A) The sweet ones, who just nod and smile genuinely and tell they're happy for you when you tell them you got a date.
Type B) The obnoxiously loud, howling best friends, who instead of just asking one or two questions, fires you with so many questions like loud bullets, all you want to do is snap the laptop shut in their faces.

Too bad I don't have those two types of best friends, I only have one. And due to some cosmic unfortunate turn of events that girl who I call my best friend is of type B.

I massage my temples and growl at her, "Lilliana Elise Robinson. Can you yell any louder?"

"Don't growl at me like an ape you dumbass, and do not use the full name card, you're not my mother." She leans towards the screen, narrowing her eyes threateningly, her Southern California accent in full swing.

"Apes don't growl, you crackpot. That's common knowledge but since you don't seem to have any, I'll let that pass." I smirk and plop a chip in my mouth.

She fumes and huffs, "How do you know they don't growl? It's not like you've met one."

"Sweet, I'm currently talking to one."

She growls so loud, takes the screen near her face and squints, "Don't make me catch the first flight there and knock you dead nutcase."

"Why don't you just swing by the trees and come here? Isn't that much more convenient for you?" I bat my lashes innocently and she closes her eyes sucking a long breath while I suck my lower lip to keep my laugh on hold.

"ELEANOR CLAIRE MAE EMMERSON. YOU ARE SO DEAD!" she yells so loud, I flinch back on my pillows genuinely scared, even though she's miles away from me.

Lilliana Elise Robinson. My California girl. My best friend. My stupid annoying sister. Not literally but there's nothing else that can fit perfectly as her title. She knows me, understands me like I'm a fly kept under a microscope. With blonde hairs, brightest green eyes, cheerleader persona, and long tanned legs she's a living fantasy. That is if you don't count her odious side that comes into play when she's with me.

We've known each other for a couple of years now, she moved in Canada when she was 13, we were together until 16 when she had to move back to California. But then at 17, I moved here to San Francisco leaving just a few miles between us.

"Please, let's come back to the task at hand eh?, I'm freaking out here Lils." I sink down on the covers and she pouts.

"Man I really wish I was there with you, would've smacked some sense into you and given you some tips on how to be the most amazing seducing hottest date ever." She makes quotation marks and I blink.

"You would know that because..?" I trial off and she grins like a feline, her forest green eyes twinkling mysteriously that makes me hold my breath cause honestly this girl can steal the torch from the Liberty and still get away with it.

"Do you know who asked me out? The--"

"No I don't. " I interrupt.

She simply glares and continues, "The hottest linebacker on our school team. Lovely eyes, that smoking hot body, glistening abs asked me out on a date." She sighs dramatically and I roll my eyes at her attempt to be a dreamy star-struck girl.