Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

Chapter#22 - Felicity

Evangeline above 👆

'Hey Sophia,' I heard Alice's voice greeting my mom while walking up the stairs with Jennifer trailing behind. My heart pumped with joy and I ran back down to meet her.

I glanced at Jennifer behind me who was staring at me with her mouth ajar, 'Hey, my sweater....' she said but I was too far too hear her remaining sentence.

'Cheryl,' she approached me walking slow like the doctor had adviced her to. Thank God, she could walk though. Being on the wheel chair for a long time had really made me feel the worth of my legs. What would have I done without you, my pillars?

Anyways, Jennifer crossed her arms and tapped her long heels on the staircase with a irritated expression. As I hugged Alice, my mom nudged me to go attend Jennifer. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and passed a smile to Alice before running back upstairs. I took no notice of Jennifer and just threw a sweater at my bed, and muttered, 'Just wear this.'

'Hah, you think I am going to wear that?' she said sassily.

'Why,' I said plainly, 'I don't see anything wrong with that.'

'Oh really, Cheryl, that is your paint stained sweatshirt, that is fading in colour. I don't wear these filthy things,' "typical rich kids" I wanted to say but I stopped myself.  'Is it possible to have something designer in this poor old closet of yours?' I rolled my eyes and said, 'Well, how about you sit in the bathroom and wait for your shirt to dry and then, you can come downstairs. That way, I won't have to see your face for sometime.'

'I wasn't dying to see your face either, mom insisted me to come. And I wanted to catch up on stuff. How have your years being going after you stole my boyfriend?' she asked as if it was nothing. God, I felt like rolling my eyes to the extent they won't come back but I just stared at her blankly.

'I didn't steal him, for God's sake, Jennifer. Just go select something for yourself. I think your designer desire is effecting your brain. You tend to live in the past, don't you? Move on,' I suggested and sat down on my bed.

Instead of going into my closet, she plopped down on the bed beside me and looked around my room. 'I see, there's nothing much changed,' she said, 'You still are the same old Cherry I know, right?'

I looked at her, to see glint of softness in her eyes that startled me but it vanished away almost instantly, replaced by an pettiness I am too well aware of. I know she missed the good old days just as much I did, the good old days of our friendship. Being Jennifer's friend was much better than being her enemy of course, but we shared some nice warm memories together. She could almost be in the group, if it wasn't for that Andrew. Yeah, she used to be petty and spoilt alright. But she had that kindness in her heart that few could see. I was one of those few, but it's just way too different now.

'You haven't even removed the fairy lights from the bed wood,' she noticed and I smiled. I suddenly felt less colder in her presence. It was like the old Jenny was back for some minutes. 'Yeah, I think they're nice. It looks lovely at night when I light them up,' I replied.

When Grace and I met the first time, our friendship clicked immediately because of the common interests we had, the best thing, the interest in DIY art and projects. So when I called her home one day, she suggested we do a room decor project. We both then decorated my brown bed stand with fairy lights, made 3D butterflies for putting up above my curtains, and even deigned donut and cloud pillow covers. I was grateful because my room looked a dream.

'Hmm, I think you have a good taste,' she said.

'That's what you said when you first came here,' I said sighing at the memory. It was nice sunny day when their car pulled up in our driveway. I waved excitedly as Jennifer came out of her car and mirrored my action. She had always visited in the vacations and they had seemed to fly away everytime because of how much fun we had, but mom told me this time she was staying for longer. We talked on Skype fod hours before she came and after she left.