Resculpturing Her

4. Hey You

Joanna's POV

I giggled at the sight that was in front of me. Amelia really just stormed after me without thinking. At this point, Amelia did not know how to react at the position she put herself in and Mikayla was desperately trying to make sense of things. I honestly think they both were, considering my playful implication earlier. I have never slept in Amelia's bed before, let alone with her half naked and drunk. It makes sense for Mikayla to assume as she did.

I am definitely amused. 

Unfortunately, I would have to calm my best friend down and I could not just let Amelia stress about sleeping with a girl again. Or maybe she was just frustrated that it is potentially with me out of literally anyone else. That thought is a little hurtful, regardless of the fact that I do not actually see her in a sexualized way. The current circumstance is being pushed into extensive paranoia because Amelia is acting unusual. She is giving off a 'I've been caught in the act' presence. 

"Calm down there. I did not sleep with her, Kayla" I giggled out and emphasized on the nickname that Amelia calls Mikayla. Mikayla let out a massive breath of relief and I think Amelia did too internally. "Now, continue cooking before you burn the food." I said trying to mediate the situation. However, before I could stop myself I just had to automatically continue to annoy Amelia. So, being the little shithead I am; as soon as Mikayla turned back to the pan of deliciousness that was filling my nostrils, I winked at Amelia. I would say I achieved to confuse her once again as she crossed her arms over her body and a look of panic beamed onto her face before alternating to the usual lifeless one she carried towards me. 

Aw. Now I feel a bit guilty.

"Why are you half naked then? And you were sleeping in her room." Mikayla questioned. Mikayla's sentence was spoken with her back to me and she only slightly shifted her gaze to Amelia before looking at the pan of food again. Even though the prior part of that sentence was directed at Amelia, the latter was definitely towards me. Mikayla really did not believe my words. That's slightly upsetting. 

While seated on the kitchen stool, I leaned over the counter allowing one of my arms to prop on top of it and my other arm to bend up in order to support my head. I averted my gaze to Amelia for a split second who just looked at loss for words, before turning to talk to Mikayla's anterior. "Apparently 'too much effort' to put clothes on." I mocked Amelia's choice of drunk words. "And I was making sure she went to sleep and did not vomit, but I fell asleep on duty. I hope I'm not fired." I said half jokingly, with my tone keeping steady as I wanted to play off as serious for the latter half of the sentence. I was only trying to lighten the mood; it is crazy tense right now. Mikayla snickered at my words. I heard the brief air flow out of Mikayla's nose with more force than a normal breath as her torso bounced up and down once. "I would not sleep with her." I sternly finalized, trying to put both their minds at rest. I did not look directly at Amelia, but I could still see her in my peripheral vision; she was shifting uncomfortably on her feet. 

Hm. Does she still not believe it? 

"Good. Was contemplating on kicking your ass. That's my little sister!" Mikayla replied to me, pretending to sound hurt about the notion. I always thought it was extremely cute that Mikayla referred to Amelia as her sister. She basically was; Mikayla told me they grew up together. Mikayla directed her body towards Amelia, revealing a side profile to me. "Can you stop being on display and put some clothes on! We have a guest coming." Mikayla chuckled and then bit the inside of her cheek. 

Still not a word since she came out of her room, Amelia's body posture shifted back to the natural confident she typically is. It appears that Amelia has snapped out of her deep thought and the bitch is back. She gave Mikayla a nod and snatched a pancake that was on top of a pile of many others. Amelia bit into her pancake as she began to walk away into her room. Her chocolate brown hair is swaying like a pendulum swing in rhythm with her strides; exposing the back of her lacy bra every time it would wave up. My eyes involuntarily roamed towards her thighs, where her hamstring muscles were prominently showing with her steps.