Every time I looked at the sky, I thought about cotton candy. Maybe it was because of my addiction to sugar. I needed it like an addict needed crack. That was why I was surprised I wasn't not the size of a sumo wrestler. In fact, I was pretty trim, for a major foodie.
I stepped out of my car, legs first. Long, slender and tanned. I grinned to myself. My friends had always been jealous of my natural tan. I was half Indian. But I wasn't anything like it. I had gotten used to living in America, so I had dropped the accent.
My best friend, Serena - whom I'd always love forever - had begged me to accompany her to a fitness class. She decided to take the class for her boyfriend Tommy, who also happened to be my friend.
Serena wasn't fat, but it was something about looking good for Tommy. But I was envious because she was just drop dead gorgeous, and curvy. The true definition of a black girl. Oh, God. Did I seriously say that?
I grabbed my black bag and shut the car door, clicking the remote attached to the keys.
"Ready Reena?"
"Yeah." She said.
We walked into the building, where all the sweat and pain would begin. Then changed into our work out outfits.
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I gulped down the water from my water bottle, leaving it half full. Reena stared at me. She always complained and called me a fish. Lots of water was good for a healthy diet. I had an application on my phone.
"What? I'm thirsty. And exhausted," I groaned.
"Can I drive then?" She asked, excited. Reena loved my car. So did I. It was black and sleek. And it always gave me the bad-ass effect.
"No. You're not touching my baby." I could act like an overprotective boyfriend when it came to my car. It cost a lot, considering it was brand new. My baby made me prowd.
Reena pouted. If I took her picture and posted it on Instagram, it could get more likes than Taylor Lutner shirtless. Curse them pretty black girls.
I ended up letting Serena drive. She couldn't say I wasn't not a good friend.
I parked my car myself, to avoid scratches. Serena drove like a drunk old man. We took the elevator up to the apartment, which were shared.
The door was open?
"Shit, Reena. I think we've been robbed," I gasped. She stepped further into the apartment."No. I don't think so."
"Hey, you guys," Tommy said with a grin on his face. He was holding a glass of alcohol, I could tell. His reckless, carefree attitude disgusted me, but Reena somehow found it attractive.
Reena and Tommy did their kissy, huggy, mushy stuff.
"Gross," I said like a child finding his parents kissing. But only this time, it was more awkward.
"Oh, hi kid," he said. Yeah, the guy called me kid."you guys been working out?" He asked, staring at our outfits. His eyes lingered on Reena a litter longer, though.
"Yeah. Reena wants to look sexy for you."
"Babe," he said, staring down at her. I was feeling the barf coming up, right from my insides.
"Yes, my love?" She said sweetly. Yep, they're officially the most disgusting couple on the universe. They were on a whole new level.
"I'm out of here,"I said, walking towards my room. "And Tommy, never leave the door open again."
"We need to get her a boyfriend," I heard them say. I shook my head at that. I didn't need their help in doing that.
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