"Guys always come back." Megan flopped onto my bed, her red ponytail elegantly sprawled next to her.
"To you, maybe." I flopped down next to her. "I'm some sort of social abnormality."
Megan looked over at me. "I don't think so. Everyone likes you."
"No," I began. "Everyone likes you. I'm just Megan's best friend. No offense."
Megan furrowed her brow. "Yeah, but I'm also Molly's best friend. Remember, it's always 'M&M,' 'Megan and Molly,' 'Molly and Megan..."
"Okay, okay. Enough with that. That only lasted until we were, what, thirteen? Fourteen?"
"Anyways," Megan started quickly. "Everybody likes you, Molly. And by that, I mean you're nice to everyone. You're a friend to anyone and everyone."
"And awkward..."
"And the only people that don't like you, are the people that don't give you a chance." She smiled slightly.
I smiled back. "Thank you. I needed that."
Megan shrugged. "All true things, m'dear. Now, change out of your I'm-so-heartbroken-because-Matthew-left-me clothes, and put on something a little more... Suggestive."
"I don't exactly do suggestive."
"You have boobs the size of my head. Anything is suggestive."
"Just tell me what we're doing, Megan."
"My parents are hosting some charity dinner. They haven't told us what yet, probably so that all of us come."
"So your brother and sister will be there too?"
Megan rolled her eyes. "Unfortunately."
I got up and opened my closet. "Formal, I'm guessing?"
"They always are."
I pulled out a low-cut black dress I had gotten from Goodwill a few months earlier. "This is slightly above my knee... Is that okay?"
Megan pulled an even shorter green dress from her backpack.
"Never mind. When is this thing?"
"In about two hours."
"Wow, a little extra notice would have been nice." I struggled to tie the halter ties for my dress behind my neck.
"Here..." Megan tied them for me, looking me up and down for any sign of imperfection. She shrugged, and stripped. Her thin body showcased hip bones and collar bones, and a black, lacey, strapless, C-cup bra with a matching thong. A small bellyring sat in her navel, a shimmery purple stone against her flawlessly tanned skin. If she wasn't my best friend, I would have pounced right on that. "Don't make this weird, Molly," she said, interrupting my thoughts.
"Sorry. I just wish I could be as thin as you." I wasn't fat, but I wasn't skinny either. I was short, about five-foot two, and I was very thick in the legs. I had a softer stomach that jiggled a tad when I ran or jumped, but nothing too terrible. I could easily lose the weight if I wanted to.
"Yeah, but I like you the way you are. You're not super skinny, you're thick and curvy."
"That makes me sound like a Brick House." We both burst out into song. "So where is this thing, anyway?"
"They did tell me that. They said it was at a school."
"Which one?" I pulled on some shiny red pumps, also from Goodwill.
"They wouldn't tell me. But I'm dying to see." Her long legs crossed in front of her as she put on strappy black sandals.
After a silent makeup application (we did have to concentrate, after all), we made our way into the kitchen. "Emergency dinner date, Mom."
Mom was in the middle of stirring something. It smelled like spaghetti sauce. "Well, a little notice would have been nice."
I looked at Megan, who returned the favor. "Hence the word emergency," I told her.
"Is Matt going?" My thirteen-year-old sister asked. She had a crush on Matt ever since I first brought him home a year and a half ago.
"Not to this one," Megan said for me. I nodded to her in gratefulness.
"Well," Mom began. "I guess there's just extra for all of us then."
"Tell Dad I love him for me," I shouted as I drug Megan out of the door and into my car. "Your house first?"
"Unless you know where this mystery school is."
"Right." I turned the car on and started heading towards Megan's house.
