Those Blue Eyes

Chap. 7: Girl Talk

(Picture of Lucy Cross Above)

*week later*

  "Meatball sub sandwich?" Renee says, "Light on mozzarella but plenty of marinara sauce?"
                  Lucy and I exchange a look and nod. We both turn to Renee at the same time.
                "I'd bite." We say in unison.
                "Chocolate covered strawberries?" Lucy says, making Renee wrinkle her nose.
                 "Ew, I hate strawberries!" Renee shakes her head. "Toss away for sure."
                  "Brooke?" Lucy says.
                  "Mmm, I'd bite." I stick my tongue out at Renee.
                   "SAME!" Lucy exclaims, giving a high five.
                I get up from my bed and get more hot cocoa for us to drink with cute marshmallows. Mine as coconut extract with it. When I get back to the two crazy girls I call my best friends, Renee is pouting.
                "No! I wanna talk about food!" Renee buries her face in her pillow as she pouts.
                I hand Lucy her cup. "What are you guys talking about?"
                  "I wanna have one of those talks." Lucy says annoyingly, "You know, what we each want in a relationship and what we find most attractive in a guy. I know you girly's are in a relationship and all, but I'm still single!"
                  "Well," I prop down on the bed. "I like really tall guys and deep voices. He has to be reliable and protective. He has to know to tease me and understand that I am a train wreck. He has to have hairier arms than me—Oh! And blue eyes, I could die for! How about you Renee?"
                    Renee sits up and groans. "Well if I have to! I guess that I like guys taller than me and blond and blue eyed."
                    Lucy gives her an empty look. "But Brenton is part Italian, right? He has black hair and brown eyes."
                   "Yeah but I have to participate, I'm gonna make shit up as I go." Renee groans, "He has to have a dirty mind but a big heart."
                     Lucy and I both agree on the big heart part. What kind of a man would he be if he didn't have a soft spot for kids or animals? He can't be a hunk of meat all the time. Damn, that sounded sexist.
"What about size? Does it matter?" Lucy says shyly.
"Oh Yes," I say confidently.
"Oh no it doesn't," Renee looks at me with a raised brow.
                    My phone goes off and I bite my lip nervously. It's Evan. It's almost always Evan who calls me anymore. I haven't spent the night at his house in a little over a week and he keeps trying to  get me to come and spend the weekend with him. I love Evan. I am in love with Evan. But he doesn't understand that I have an apartment too that needs to be lived in. I swipe the red button.
               When I look up Lucy is giving me a suspicious look. "Trouble in paradise?"
                 "If it was up to Evan, I'd live there with him so I'd never be able to be away from him." I sigh, "He has enough on his plate without me causing even more stress."
                   Renee scoff. "As much sex as you two have, I wouldn't think he'd be stressed at all."
                   I roll my eyes at her. Lucy giggles and sips her hot cocoa. Renee checks her phone. My phone buzzes again, that song plays. I bite my lip nervously. He's not going to stop calling me until he comes and searches for me because he thinks something bad happened.
                 "Just answer it, already!" Renee exclaims, "God knows that grown ass man won't quit until he gets his boots call in for the night."
                 Lucy's face turns pink. "Oh, my."
                  I swipe the green button and put the phone to my ear. Evan never lets me get a word in. I wait until he is done so I can talk.
              "Princess, are you okay? Why haven't you answered any of my calls lately? I really miss you." Evan sounds very upset.
                "I've been giving you your space." I pick at my nails, "You've been under a lot of stress lately."
                  "You not being here stresses me out, Princess." Evan says tiredly on the other end of the phone. "If you're feeling the pressure from Bob—"
                   "I'm with Renee and Lucy right now." I tell him "I see you tomorrow at work, okay? Maybe we can have lunch."
                    Evan starts to say something but I hang up on him. I hate to do that but I just feel that I'm always with him and hardly with my friends or even alone. As much as I love his company, it's not like I live there.