Chase and Company

Chapter Two: The Camel Barfed up Shrek

                All I heard were squeals.

               Which is a bit odd since I was sitting with my two best friends, and one of them was a guy.

               After Camille and Clark decided to stop screaming like fan girls, they began to calm themselves, still grinning widely at me. We were in the mall food court, sipping on smoothies. Well, more like sucking as hard as we possibly could; whoever finishes first gets to pick the store we go to.

                Camille had her hands up in the air, and as she brought them to rest on the table, she patted her golden locks down, messy from shaking and screaming her head off. Her baby blue eyes sparkled at my own dark chocolate ones. Camille was a model; literally, she worked at Hollister and although they do call their salespeople “models”, they also ask a few of them to vogue for them. Camille was one of the lucky ones to be invited and she totally worked the overpriced clothes, despite her pale, vampire state. It was still a bit awkward to walk into the store and see a photo of her with a seductive face cover an entire wall though.

               “I can not be more proud of you! I remember when you started your very first business, offering a two for one special on lemonade if they brought their own cup and bought a cookie. ” She gushed.

               That was a very successful summer. I saved money AND the earth with the whole plastic cup proposal.

               As I laughed, Clark snorted, saying, “Calm down mama bear.” While Camille and I’s appearance are completely contrasting, Clark is too often enough mistaken to be my brother. We both have dark hair but where I have a dark shade of chestnut, his is ebony. We both also have very light olive skin, it’s our eyes that stood out from our similar features; while mine are a blend of dark browns, like mahogany wood, his are a storm cloud grey, as dark as grey eyes could possibly be whilst still looking fairly light, and very clear.

               “What do you guys think?” I asked. Their opinions mattered deeply; they were my closest companions and I trusted their judgment, sometimes more than my own.

               Clark grinned. “I think you deserve this. Plus,” he added with a mischievous look, “This gives us an excuse to be out and about in the city more.”

               “You don’t think this will ruin our plans, do you?” I worried. We were set to move to our new apartment, one that was only fifteen minutes away from the university. I was going for business and Clark was taking the medical route. Camille, however, didn’t choose a major, saying she was allowing all fields to speak to her during freshman year.

               “Of course not, we’re inseparable, like the three flamingoes” Clark assured me.

               Camille and I stared at him. “I think you mean the Three Amigos.”  Camille said.

               Clark huffed. “Whatever.”

                Camille laughed, saying, “You’re a flamingo, with your skinny bird legs.”

            Clark's became all red in the face. His forehead wrinkled as he thought hard for a comeback.

               “Oh yeah, well… At least I’m not a camel!”

               Camille glared at Clark, silently daring him but this only ended up provoking him to continue. “I don’t understand why Hollister would want Camel Greyson as a model. She has camel toes and some lopsided humps.”

               Camille gasped and lunged for Clark from across the table. I barely had time to grab her waist to restrain her but it didn’t do much. At five foot eight, she had long arms, long enough to reach over and grab a fistful of Clark’s dark hair.

               “Okay, okay, you don’t get camel toes! Well actually—“

               She jerked her hand and I was afraid that Clark might have gotten whiplash.

                “A-and, your lumps are symmetrical!”

               She yanked harder.

               “Alright, I’m kidding, you have no lumps! Flat as a board she is!” Camille pulled down and Clark’s head bounced off the table. Seriously, if Clark doesn’t shut up soon, Camille will kill him and then my pay for rent will go up because I have one less roommate.

               “OWOWOW OKAY I’M SORRY CAMILLE!” With her other hand, Camille wrapped her hand around her banana wheatgrass smoothie, the putrid green liquid sloshing as she raised her cup above Clark’s head.

                “NONONONO I’LL LET YOU PICK THE NEXT STORE!” She began to tilt her hand, and—

                “HAVE I MENTIONED YOU’RE PRETTY?!” Clark cried in his final attempt for life. Camille let go and sat back down, contently sipping her smoothie.

                Never mess with Camille Greyson.

            Clark ran a hand through his ruined hair and flattened the wrinkles on his shirt, glaring at Camille the whole time. “I thought camels can go a long time without water but dang girl, you thirsty.” He muttered.

        The Victoria’s Secret salesladies looked at Clark with disgust written on their faces. Then again, his shirt did look like it was barfed on by Shrek.