Daya

4|Drunk Brunch

I arrive at Harper's house right on time in my pink silk wide legged pants along with my tight white shirt. This and yesterday's events really makes my weekend look like I'm touring rich girl's houses. At least this house will have a gourmet meal, yesterday the only food was the choice of chips from a variety pack, and really there was only the throw away chips like fritos. It seemed like it was a bring your own munchies event due to the fact that the liquor store was just 10 seconds from Sage's house.

"Oh my god you're here!" Harper screams as she pulls me under her dangling chandelier. Her white heels that can barely be seen under her long lavender dress brag to my dirty white sneakers as they click on the marble floor.

We pass the dining room so I assume this brunch is going to be fancy gossip girl style outside in the Falims backyard with a view of their pool. It's one of those rectangle pools that's more something to look at then swim in. I'm a fan of these pools that are just for looking, because I'm part of the  group of people  who entertain that black people can't swim stereotype. Really I took lessons but I just never got the hang of it, but at least I can tread water to save my life.

I can already see Mrs.Falims or to kids she'd seen pee their pants on their expensive carpet Michelle. She's drinking some wine while casually talking to Harper's older brothers Harold and Henry who are coming from Brown university to kiss their parents ass and pretend that they're being hard working students who study.

"Daya nice to see you!" Michelle greets while sitting at the head of the nicely already prepared table. Like Harper she's wearing a long dress to cover some sandals except hers is white with yellow Lillie's.

"Hi," I murmur, already noticing Michelle's fake smile and that there are only 5 chairs. Oh boy. Mr.Falims or to kids he's uses to make him look more diverse to his businessmen Stephen, is obviously not coming explaining the large bottle of wine and the one wine glass on the table.

Harper and I sit across from Harold and Henry who have big bright smiles on their faces. Such pretty boys, they look like they can be on 90210, which was my type in 8th grade. I was so in love with boys who were replicas of Teddy that I had a crush on Henry, but that and my love for vanilla went away when I saw chase on the field.

We begin choosing and eating from the enormous fruit platter, pastries, scramble eggs, and a bunch of other foods that won't be eaten at this table, and probably forced on me to take home as leftovers. I just have some scramble eggs and an unbuttered scone on my plate along with my glass of orange juice that I'm not enjoying as much as Michelle is pleased by her wine that Rosa the Falims chef keeps refilling.

"Well I have an announcement for you all," Harper smiles as she swallows the last of her everything bagel.

"Go ahead darling," Michelle mumbles without an ounce of excitement. All of that Pinot noir really erased the fake smile Michelle was trying so badly to keep up. Henry and Harold on the other hand are still grimacing from cheek to cheek probably preparing to ask Michelle for money when I leave or while I'm still there so she fills pressure to give it to them.

"Well I've known this for a while, but I haven't been sure until now. Mother, brothers, Daya I am gay." So that explains why you wanted to watch Sex and the city with me. Stopping all of our different but accepting reactions Harper pipes up even more. "I have a girlfriend her name is Navia Lenin and she's amazing." Harper claps her hands cheerfully. This has to be the most surprising thing Harper has ever told me, next to when she told me her parents voted for Obama both times which in turn worked in her favor.

I don't really know Navia Lenin personally, but I've seen her around with the group of girls who wear urban outfitters and Brandy melville. She must be some kind of superhero because she has time to be on the dance team, take aesthetically pleasing instagram photos, and deal with Harper's over enthusiastic ass.  

"Will you guys excuse us for a second," Michelle gains a little more composure. I start to get up, but Michelle's hand immediately goes in my direction. "Daya not you you can stay." Why the fuck do I gotta stay I'm not coming out.

"Mom," Harper warns her tipsey mother with gritted teeth. I sit back down and immediately put some fruit from the platter on my plate to distract myself for what I think is going to be some homophobic shit.

"Harper I'm fine with you being gay, a part of me always knew you would stare at Daya's mom's butt a lot," hmm I did notice that, I always thought it was because she was never used to seeing a big butt that didn't have injections. "I do have a problem with you having a girlfriend and I would have the same problem I have if you had a boyfriend. Relationships and being all lovey dovey is a waste of time in highschool. Look at your brothers they brought all those girls through this house saying they love them, now they're in college and lets be honest hooking up with a bunch of girls. Look at Daya she's not worrying about boys or girls, she's on her way to making money she doesn't need a man," Ain't that the truth. Now Michelle is looking directly at me. "Daya listen to me you're going to be so successful one day you won't even want a man. Plus it's not like you're going to get one all the decent guys at your school our taken Harper be like Daya, don't get in a relationship." Michelle concludes as I'm digesting some cantaloupe, and the words that im telling myself were from Pinot Noir.

"Boys you can come back now." Gosh there is so much I could say right now if I wasn't being provided with a bunch of food that's going to relive my dad of cooking breakfast.

The rest of the brunch is pure awkward silence, which means no talking as everyone clicks their utensils and occasionally take looks at the pool. Rosa the Falims chef finally cuts Michelle off after her little rant which really swept away my appetite.

Harper and I are standing outside her house waiting for my dad to come, Henry and Harold gave us the signal to leave so they can manipulate their drunk mother to giving them money, which I hope she willingly hands over due to her little rant.

I'm cool being single, I've been single all my life. Now would I mind being in a relationship, not at all, but will I ever find someone with looks like Chase and wants to be with someone like me, nope.

"Navia Lenin ate me out!" Harper blurts out staring at the house across the street. Well ok then.

"Was it good?" I really don't know what else to ask, although I was hoping she would apologize on behalf of her mother who insinuated that I was going to be a lonely rich cat lady.

"Amazing," she sighs. Her light pink face is oddly somber even as the sunlight punches her face.

"Cool."

"You will find someone Daya, I mean if you want someone. You just need to look around that's how I found Navia, I was playing soccer and she was waiting for one of her friends who was on the team. She was standing there stroking her long red hair and I instantly knew-" I stop her cheesy annoying words.

"She was going to go down on you." Harper immediately breaks into laughter making me feel better about avoiding her at school tomorrow.

"Anyway when I saw her in her small square bodycon dress and dirty white converse I instantly knew," that she was one of those feminist girls who would easily experiment. "I knew she would make me happy and that's all that matters, and before you start know I don't mean making me happy by going down on me." She gives me a scold still trying to contain her laughter.

Harper has known me too long, because I was totally going to say that 'she saw Navia in that tight little dress and she just knew she would make her happy between her legs'.