If We Ever Meet Again [Ft. Synyster Gates]

Two

*second update today*

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I walked into the building as the big, wooden doors where held opened by security guards. My black heels clicking against the concrete could faintly be heard as I walked through the mass of people that we crowded at the bar. My black, strapless dress hugged my curves perfectly and gave the illusion that I had the perfect hourglass shape even though I didn't. I had more of a pear shape, big hips and a decent cup size.

Tonight I was going to meet two friends of mine from college, Becca the bubbly blonde that swears to much for her own good and Laura the sweetest red head, who loves tattoos more than life.

As I passed one of the booths I heard a shrill shriek, "Bitch, I  haven't seen you in 3 years and you fucking dare to walk past me!"

I turned around and squealed as I saw Becca sitting in the booth with a huge smile on her face. My feet tried to run back to her as fast as the possibly could, well fast being incredibly slow when I barely could walk in heels and now I'm trying to run in them.

"Oh my god! How are you?!" I asked her as I hugged her tightly. We stepped back from each other and took a good look at each other, to see how we've changed.

"I've been good girl, but dayum you are still the sexy fucker you were 3 years ago! You dyed you hair even darker, that I can tell and you still have that god damn 'Greece' tan! Looking amazing, Ash!" she complimented me and I laughed at the memory of the 'Greece tan'. Becca had been in Greece over the summer a couple of years ago, she told me that every one there seriously had a weird tan that people that only lived in Greece could get. The week before she got home from Greece I had spent on the beach, every second of the week. So when she got back the first thing she said was that I had gotten 'the fucking Greece tan'.

"Pfft, that's nothing compared to you! You look beautiful hun!" I said and we hugged again, then we went to sit down in the booth. We started talking about what we did, who we did  and reminiscing.

"So, how does the man that got your heart look like?" she wondered with a sly smirk.

I grabbed my purse, searching for my iPhone and handed it over to her. My background picture was of me and Chris, embracing each other. The scenery behind us was of a sunset in Cancun, Mexico.

"Aww, you are soo adora- Wait, isn't that Thor?!"

"Yes, that's Thor!" I laughed.

Her mouth was hanging open and I couldn't help myself but to say, "Catching any flies, my dear?"

She closed her mouth and pursed her lips in a straight line. "You are so lucky bitch! So... is he good in the sack?"

I almost chocked on my Cosmo that I had ordered earlier, way to be blunt about it Becca.

The easiest thing I could do was to nod as a grin slowly graced my face. Next thing I know I'm being pressed down on the cushion of the seats in the booth and a body's on top of me, with its fire-red hair dangling in my face. I instantly recognized her.

"Fire!" I shouted and hugged her as I still was pressed against the seats, smelling the god awful smell that they are drenched in.

"Ash"

"Get off me you, I wanna be able to breathe" I commanded playfully.

Laura got off me and then sat next to me in the booth as I scooted in. We all ended up discussing the same things that I and Becca had earlier, Laura also told me how lucky I was and that I was now even luckier 'cause tomorrow I would turn to the blissful age of 26.