CHERRIES & PEACHES!

Cerise

"I'm sorry, Janie."
1994
Constant thundering banging on Janie Lewis's bedroom window made her throw a silky, and plush pink pillow at the window.
"Janie, let me in dude!" Was heard, the pillow doing nothing to stifle the noise.
Janie climbed out of her bed, the cool and frosty winter air making her groan.
"Wait a damn moment, gimme a sec" she called back. 
As Janie made her way lethargically across her bedroom, the smell of coffee brewing made her head dizzy and her stomach turn.
Janie was in front of her window, her birth-marked covered skin pressing against the cool levers of the window handles.
"Hey," The reflection of her best friend, Sadie Morris appeared in the glass, her sharp cheekbones prominent in the sun.
"You gonna sit there or are you going to let me in?"
Sadie is something else entirely, she's a wildfire, never afraid of anything. She's not afraid of getting in trouble at school, (especially not afraid of the lunch lady, when she stands on the cafeteria tables, her smooth palm hitting her lunch tray, and shouting 'the male species fucking suck!') while claiming, 'what the hell are they gonna do, suspend me? Send me home? If they knew what my home life if like, shit they'd keep me at school forever'
Sadie has a presence of self confidence, something that Janie wishes she had.
She's so much more then Janie could ever be. 
"Janes?" Sadie tapped on the window, her rings hitting the window with her knocks.
Janie stared at her friend, her lips turned in a smirk, but her eyes concerned.
"Yeah, Yeah - fuck sorry, blanked out for a second," Janie muttered, as Sadie slipped in and smiled. "How're you feeling, sunshine?" She placed a soft hand on Janie's pj's clad arm.
"I- fine, I'm doing fine, Sades," Janie looked at her best friend, searching her skin for any bruises or blemishes.
Sadie's eyes lit up, her perfect white teeth catching her bottom lip.
"Wanna go to a concert?" She asked swinging her backpack over her shoulder and pulled out two strips of paper.
"Where'd you get those?" Janie plucked the things out of Sadie's hands, and looked them over.
"Holy shit!" Janie yelled, her eyes widening in amazement.
Weezer.
Fucking Weezer.
Janie placed the tickets on her vanity, and threw herself at Sadie.
"Shit, Sadie, where - how?" Janie whispered next to Sadie's pierced ear.
Sadie held her in a gentle hold, never pressing or squeezing too hard.
"It's your birthday in what four days?" Sadie pulled away, her beautiful eyes twinkling with happiness.
"You didn't!" Janie jumped up and down, and heard a booming yell from underneath her, a string of curse words from her neighbours, but at that moment, Janie didn't care.
Not one bit.
All she cared about is her best fucking friend and those tickets.
Nothing else mattered in that moment.
"I love you so much, you know that right?" Janie placed a soft hand on her shoulder.
Sadie spluttered for a moment, but blew it off as a coughing fit. "Uh," She said, her pale cheeks pink. "Course' I love you too, fucker," she shoved at Janie's shoulder.
"Oh no you didn't! "
Janie tackled Sadie on her twin mattress, they rolled around - wrestling  and pining each other underneath each other.
"I win! I am the champion!" Hollered Janie, straddling her friend.
Before she knew it, she was underneath Sadie, her friend kneeling on her bed, one foot placed on Janie's chest and both of her fists beating on her chest.
" I won, fair and square J. Sucks to suck I guess,"
Sadie jumped off of the bed, her flowing brown hair hitting her shoulders.
"I smell coffee, can we go get some?" She asked, hooking her backpack on the back of Janie's white desk chair.
"Uh yeah, I'll meet you down there,"
Sadie gave a curt nod, and left Janie's room.
She looked in her vanity mirror, her reflection looking back at her.
She's an average looking person, just 5'3, chin length strawberry blonde hair, that she cut her own bangs a few months ago and now they just touch the bridge of her nose.
Janie sighed, as she turned and got dressed.
She pulled out a knit emerald sweater and overalls.
Pulling the overalls over her sweater, and clipping her hair into a half up hairdo, she turned to leave for her coffee as well.
Even though the high school teachers hate Sadie.
Janie's parents don't, her parents treat Sadie like a second daughter, so when Janie found Sadie and her mom sitting on their sharp mustard yellow couch, caressing their coffees.
"Oh hey honey!" Janie's mom smiled at her.
Her mom is beautiful, a mirror of Janie, the same strawberry blonde hair, the same blue eyes, the same smile. Her mom always gets looks from across the street, men who look at her for far too long.
Janie doesn't get those looks from boys.
Not like she wants them.  She's a lesbian.
She was a model, once upon a time, she modelled from the age of twenty to twenty-four, she travelled from New York, to Canada. Where she met Janie's father, in Vancouver. He was one of the photographers, at her agency. (He was so handsome, with his suit and tie, oh honey when I saw him I knew there was something special about that one,)
When she got pregnant with Janie, the modelling agency had told her ('you can't be pregnant and model, lady. It's just not how it fuckin' works, you have a week to pack your shit.)
So she did, she packed up with her baby, and newfound boyfriend.
They soon got married in a small town Nova Scotia, Canada.
They left Canada, and left to America.
Janie's attention was brought back to the present.
She's been spacing out a lot more lately.
"Hey, Uh mom I have something quick to ask you."
Her mom looked at her and said, "sure love, come sit."