The Pleasure Within

Chapter 2

I skipped along the sidewalk humming no tune in particular,  occasionally laughing when I remembered Sasha's face. I knew what to do to calm her down. Ice-cream and oreos always does the trick. Right now, I had no destination. I'm just walking, hoping my legs would take me somewhere interesting. I hope my legs won't take me to my final destination. See what I did there? Final destination as in the movie? Get it? I knew you wouldn't.
  So I, the ever joyous fellow, was walking on the sidewalk when a black car zoomed past me while honking the horn. I almost jumped out of my skin. Wow, that gave me a fright. But then I frowned. That was really rude. Thankfully, the driver stopped a few metres ahead. I was so going to give the driver an earful. He came out of the car as if he was expecting me.
Has it ever happened that you will think of doing  something but when you get around to actually doing it, you'd chicken out?  Yeah that's what happened to me.
  All sense of coherent thoughts and words flew away from my head the moment I saw him. I shamelessly checked him out. Gosh, he was a perfectly sculpted piece of art in a suit. The first two buttons of his white shirt were unbuttoned, leaving nothing to the imagination. The shirt was straining against his perfect abs making me want to rip that damned shirt off. And don't let me get started on those calves. I trailed my eyes back to his face slowly. He looked so... Yummy.
"Are you done checking me out or I should give you more time? " An amused but very masculine voice asked.
I snapped my eyes back to his face and cleared my throat.
"Nah, I'm done." I told him.
He chuckled at me and kept his hands in his pants pockets making his muscles strain against his suit. Wow. How could someone look so heavenly? I quickly but subtly  checked the edges of my mouth for drool.
"So I'm guessing you came here for something?" he asked me raising an eyebrow
Right. I totally forgot.
"Here's a fun fact: Did you know that horning at pedestrians for no reason is rude and not only is it rude, it is also illegal in Sparkytown?" I told him.
"Sparkytown, seriously? Couldn't you have been more creative?" He asked me while trying to hold back his laughter.
"Listen here Mr. Handsome-with-no-iota-of-sense, I'm trying to explain what not to do in future when you meet the Hyde me, why the fridge are you laughing? Or are you choking?" I asked. I still don't understand why the Hades he's laughing.
  I gave him two minutes to catch his breath before slapping him across his cheek. That shut him up real quick.
  "What the f*ck was that for?" He asked, looking at me like I was crazy.
"Oh, you mean this?" I slapped him again.
Now, he looked ready to kill. If looks could kill, I would have been in heaven watching Avengers with Noah in his ark.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!! Are you freaking crazy?!!" He was practically shouting. He looked really mad. Like red in the face kind of mad. Surprisingly, I still found him handsome.
I think an apology is due. Really due.
"Okay, I'm really sorry for slapping you the second time. I'm weird like that. My friends don't really mind though. Anyways, My point is that, never honk your horn at pedestrians. It's considered rude from where I'm from." I told him honestly.
He calmed down after hearing my explanation. He even smiled a little. Guess I'm not the only bipolar one.
"And where exactly are you from?" he asked me.
"I'm a proud citizen of the United States of America." We're in America. "But seriously though, don't do that again." I said while wagging my finger at him.
  "Yes ma'am" Ha said as he mock saluted me. His eyes danced in amusement.
I smiled at him.
"Well my work here is done. Goodbye, Mr Handsome." I said while walking past him. Time to get that ice-cream.
"My name is Raphael. Raphael Martinez." He said while chuckling.
  "Okay, bye Raphael" I shouted so he could hear me.
"Don't I get a name?" he shouted at me.
"Betty Sparks." I shouted back at him
"You're kidding right? You're black! How come your name's Betty?" he asked
"Ask my parents. They'll tell you." I replied.
  Then I broke into a run. I ran all the way to the candy shop. I got five tubs of ice-cream. And nine packets of Maryland cookies. Then I ran home so the ice-cream wouldn't melt. When I got home I had to knock cause I forgot my keys when I was escaping from Sasha A.K.A Princess Fiona.
   Guess who opened the door. Take a wild guess. If you guessed Temporary-Princess-Fiona, you're correct. Sasha stood in all her green-faced glory and glared at me.
"I, a mere mortal offers thou, the Fiona-replica goddess a peace offering to appease thy justified anger against me, your humble servant. I await your forgiveness." I bowed to her while holding the nylon up.
"What's in the nylon?" she asked.
"Five tubs of ice-cream and nine packets of Maryland cookies. Just for you." I said
  We both knew the ice-cream wasn't 'just for her'. She was going to share, whether she liked it or not.
"Yeah right, get in. You're forgiven." she said, opening the door for me.
  There you have it folks, you just met Sasha Bliss, the ever-forgiving friend. She is the best thing that ever happened to me. She is so accommodating and so very-
A gigantic bucket full of ice cold water poured on me.
   I take back all the nice things I said about Sasha.
  She walked up to me with a big smile on her green face, collected the nylon and said to me: "we wouldn't want the ice-cream to melt now would we?" and then,she walked away.
    I swear, that girl is the definition of 'Spawn of Satan'. I can't believe she's one of my best friends. I should have known that she forgave me too easily. I walked back to my room to change my clothes. Once I changed, I went back downstairs to have lunch. Wouldn't want to call that breakfast. When I got to the kitchen, I saw that the girls were in different spots and positions on the counter. No one uses the dining table. That's like totally last year.
"Hey Tals, where's Rick? He's gone already?" I asked while walking to the fridge.
  "Nah, he's in the shower." She replied after taking a scoop of ice-cream.
I took out some ingredients and decided to make a local dish.
"Who wants to bet? Betty's gonna chicken out and make sandwich." Raven said.
"Hey! I'm not gonna chicken out!" They totally ignored me.
"No one's falling for that. We all know she's gonna make a sandwich in the end." Sasha said
  "I'm right here, suffering from a heartbreak you guys." I said, putting my hand on my chest in a dramatic gesture.
  But they had a point. I don't cook in the morning because I love to eat light foods in the morning. It totally has nothing to do with the fact that I'm lazy. Nope, not at all.
  At the end, I made a sandwich. No surprise there.
So guys, what are we doing today?" Tally asked.
   Tallulah is the sporty, bubbly one in the group. Raven is mellow and sarcastic. Sasha is a sassy ass bitch. I'm the ever jolly, energetic bundle of sunshine and restless energy.
  "Let's go rob a bank." Raven suggested.
I perked up at the idea of doing something illegal.
  "Really? What time are we leaving?" I asked.
The three of them slapped their hands on their forehead. Now what did I say?
  "Are you off your meds? You need to see the psychiatrist again this week.  We thought you were getting better." Sasha said, faking concern in an over dramatic way.
  "Haha, so funny." I said waving her off.
She was totally exaggerating. Okay, maybe  I'm a little bit looney and may or may not have lost some brain cells but I am definitely not crazy. At all.    
  "Seriously girls, what are we doing today?" I asked with my mouth full.
"Gross, Betts. Swallow your food."  Tallulah said with her face scrunched up in disgust.
  I waved my hand in a dismissive gesture.
Every Saturday, we have this discussion until someone brings up an idea we all agree to. This Saturday, Sasha brought up an idea that was both intriguing and dangerous at the same time.
  As we were all thinking of what to do, Sasha spoke.
"Let's become con artists  for a day."
   We all looked at her.
I blinked at her.
"Any other suggestion that doesn't make me think about the color orange and sturdy iron bars?" I asked, looking around.

A/N:  To be honest, I don't know where I'm going with this story. I re-read it last night and Betty seemed out of element. But I'm still gonna write. And eat ice-cream.

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