Drunken Miracles

Best Friends. Need There Be More Said?

"Faster Taylor!"

Mitch smirked in the backseat of the car, no doubt thinking perverted thoughts of what Kally had just yelled. Taylor shot him a glare, then directed it at Kally, who grinned sheepishly before replacing her The Script CD with Drakes.

"You know, there is a speed limit on the roads, Kally. When you go over it, it's called breaking the law." Taylor muttered sarcastically, and Kally punched her in the shoulder, scowling.

"We do actually want to get to school before second period, loser."

"Why do you even have Drake's CD?" Mitch piped up, curious.

"It's your, dufus."

His mouth formed an 'O' before he went back to playing Subway Surfers on his phone. As Drake's voice filled Taylor's car, she pulled into school, thankful to find a park so late. The bell still hadn't gone, but they would be late if they didn't go straight to homeroom.

She blamed it on Mitch taking so damn long fixing his hair that morning. She had waited outside in her car for a solid seven minutes whilst he stood in front of his mirror and preened.

"It's your fault if we're late, Mitch." Kally grumbled, and he made cooing noises, pulling her in for a one shouldered hug. "Aww, wee Kally Wally grumpy today?"

"Yeah, because you couldn't decide if you wanted the wind swept or bed head look today."

"It's a hard decision, K. You can't just make me decide on the spot."

"They look the same!"

Taylor rolled her eyes, walking in front of them so their bickering was a little less loud. She had a major headache, and she was so glad it was Friday again, because the whole week had been long, drawn out, and tiring.

As soon as she opened the doors, Taylor made a beeline to her locker, opening the door hurriedly and pulling out her chemistry books. Smiling slightly at the thought of a very entertaining next period, Taylor spun to almost knock Kally out with her elbow.

"Jesus, Kally! Do you want concussion?" Taylor said, and Kally eyed her suspiciously, before grinning.

"You were just smiling."

"Yeah, so?"

"You hardly ever just smile because of nothing. Were you thinking of a certain, I don't know, sex god?"

Taylor blushed. Well, no, she was actually thinking of his best friends incredibly bad chemistry lab skills, but now she brought him up...

"I was actually thinking of how much his best friend sucks at chemistry." Taylor watched carefully as Kally's face paled before she plastered another bright smile on. Narrowing her eyes, Taylor folded her arms, pinning Kally to the spot with a deep stare.

"You still haven't told me who you were upstairs with at Nate's party."

Kally shifted from foot to foot, looking down. "So? It doesn't even matter."

"Kally, you've been acting weird all week. Spill."

Just as she opened her mouth, the bell rung. Her eyes lit up in relief, and she started running down the corridor.

"Whoops, I better go! See you at lunch!" She yelled, not even looking back. Taylor scowled, glaring at her back. She'd get it out of her, because she hated seeing her best friend acting so...un Kally-like.

"You will tell me at lunch!" Taylor yelled at her retreating back, but Kally just ignored her.

Sighing, she shut her locker and turned to walk down the fast emptying hallway towards her homeroom, wondering how she would get her to spill. Brute force? No, Kally had a high pain tolerance like you wouldn't believe. Guilt tripping? No, she only felt remorse if it was a serious matter. Tricking her into spilling? But how-