Anatomy of You

Chapter 1

"Books or movies?"

"Books any day."

"Whisky or Wine."

"Depends, what typeof wine?"

Samantha Nolan gave an exasperated sigh. Only her best friend would answer a question with anotherquestion. Samantha called this habit of Amy annoying, but Amy said it was simple curiosity. To Amy Grant, asking questions led to deeper and more truthful answers.

"Any wine Amy, why does it matter," Sam sighed, squinting her eyes at the brightly shining British sun- a rare occurrence. The two 17 years olds were lying on a hammock in their garden, two pairs of legs crossed over each other, hands holding a glass of chilled lemonade.

Amy took a long sip of her cool drink before lifting her shades off her nose. She shuffled on the hammock, finding the inability to mobilise her legs due to pins and needles. They had been sitting in the same, uncomfortable position for over an hour, barely moving at all. The hammock, originally designed just to hold one individual, was doing a good job in supporting both the girls.

"Don't ask stupid questions," Amy answered after a long deliberation. "Red wine tastes completely different to white wine. It's like saying there's no difference between chocolates."

"Alright, you win. Now get back to the game please," replied Sam, rolling her eyes. There was no arguing with Amy, one could be there for hours and her fire would never die down.

"Whisky or red wine?"

"I don't like red wine," Amy smirked, giggling at her friend's quick change of demeanour. It was so easy to irritate Sam, Amy thought, shaking her head. The two girls had been friends for as long as they could both remember. The Nolan's had moved two doors away from the Grant's when both the girls were the mere age of one. Both the families instantly bonded over the years, with due credit to be given to the two teenagers, who seemed inseparable from the moment they both laid eyes on each other. Age was not the only factor of similarity the girls shared, over the years, they had grown and developed to share many more similarities. Although similar in many aspects, the girls also had their own individual interests. Sam for example was bubblier: she took the greatest pleasure from the simplest things in life. Sam was a true optimist: she saw perfection in flaws, she saw a bright escape in dullness, whereas, Amy was the opposite. She was known to be cynical: Amy was a private person, she very rarely let her guards down. She enjoyed living in her own bubble and had a more cryptic outlook on life. Where Sam saw hope, Amy saw disappointment, where Sam saw elegance, Amy saw simplicity. One would possibly argue that such difference in personalities surely would create a rather anticipated drift in the girl's friendship. This difference, the girls acknowledged, was what made them stronger.

Sam had a notorious reputation for falling for every guy and then getting her heart broken. It was at moments like these, their friendship was tested. Amy, despite alwaystelling Sam off for falling too hard and too quick, came to her friends rescue immediately. The pessimism in Amy supported Sam: she always helped her friend get over her heartbreak and back on her feet. There was a sense of unspoken admiration Sam had for Amy. Deep down, she wished she could also form a protective bubble and not let anybody in so easily.

"You're impossible," Sam chuckled, throwing a piece of crisps from her bowl at Amy's head. The latter unfazed, picked up the crisps from her lap and threw it back at her friend, who caught in with her open mouth.

"That was a sick catch," Amy praised her friend. "The things you can do with your mouth shocks me."

Sam threw her head back and laughed loudly. "For someone so innocent, you have a very filthy mind Grant."