FRIDA' S LIST

ChapTER 2 THE TALK

Chapter 2 THE TALK

The bright side with having a sibling is that you can always count on them whenever you are hitting rock bottom. Unfortunately, with Louise, we were not that kind of siblings. I came back into my room. She had her face buried into one of the boxes she left in my room since her departure. My room was her big storage box. I watched her. Louise had beautiful legs, and was WELL aware of it. She was always wearing something like shorts or miniskirts to show them off. I envied her for that.

"What?" I said, dragging myself to my bed.

"Can you tell me what's wrong with you?" she asked.

I sighed loudly and bent over to pick up my pillow off the floor.

"What do you mean?" I said.

"Crow, stop acting like a guy if you wanna attract straight guys," she went on.

Crow was my nickname. Actually, Louise was the ONLY person on earth to call me that way. She knew that I HATED this stupid nickname. I knew what she meant by that. Louise was convinced that a girl should never make the first move.

"C'mon, Louise. It's a new century!" I said.

"No wonder why you got dumped," she said, shaking her head.

"Don't you have something to do at your place?" I mumbled.

"Nope," she said, turning around.

Louise was always wandering through our apartment, looking for some extra room and a TV set. She lived like a guinea pig in a tiny maid's room, nestled in the attic of an old Parisian building built in the 19th century. And you can imagine the way people felt about servants in the 19th century...She was sharing this place with her husband Matt. And after ten years of war between us, Louise and I had finally found out a way to make it work. But it was a fragile peace based on the fact that she didn't live with us anymore. We had to keep it that way.

"Well, I gotta go for my driving-lesson," I said.

"Like I care," she said, turning around.

She threw a leopard dress at my face.

"What's this?" I said, looking at the dress.

"A dress, moron. No wonder why he dumped you."

"For starters, he didn't dump me. Actually, he turned me down because he already has a girlfriend. It's not because he's not interested in me," I said.

I was lying just to save face.

"Crow, look. I don't care. Now, move your ass, and try on this dress," she said, motioning me to move.

I grimaced looking at her leopard dress.

"Stop it, Crow! This dress is a real turn-on! I was wearing it when I met Matt."

Matt, her husband, was a handsome and clever guy, a real catch. The dress was too tight and too short.

"This dress is magical," she went on, watching me. 

"There's no way in hell I'm gonna wear this dress," I said.

"Sure with this butt," she mumbled.

"Thanks," I mumbled, taking a hit on my self-esteem.

I watched her. My cheeks were burning hot. How I wanted to throw something at her face. I kept watching her dumbly instead. I had a question for her. I HAD to ask her because she was not gonna lie to me. She had no pity for me.