Capital-A Asshole

Chapter 2 - Toasted Bagels

Waking up to Frayer groaning and moaning in pain right next to me, is probably the second most annoying thing on earth.

The first is simple, Chaze, God damn hot *inserts swear words* Chaze.

"I'll get some painkillers for you," I said as I got out of Frayer's canopy bed.

"Stop yelling, will you? It's killing me. Whisper or something."

I rolled my eyes at her.

"Okay," I whispered.

"Aggghhh, you're so loud. Just don't speak at all."

I swear she had too much to drink last night, how she survived through it all, I will never know.

I walked towards the nearby first aid box that she somehow installed in her room, and took out some painkillers.

Also, got her a glass of warm water for the sake of it.

By the time I got the stuff ready, Frayer was snoring loudly once again. I decided to put down the painkillers and the glass of water on the little white bed table beside her bed.

For some reason, Frayer's obsessed with the colour theme white and light blue.

Which is perfectly fine, because her room gives off a heavenly look.

"Night," I whispered and kissed her on the forehead as if she was a daughter of mine.

I'm straight, people.

But best friends are supposed to love each other, and I love my best friend. So get over it, she's mine soul-sisterly.

I brushed my teeth and washed my face, careful not to burn my eyes with soap. I practically live in her house, so I have my own set of personal stuff here.

Debating wether I should or shouldn't shower and change into some decent clothes right now, I decided not to. It's not like I've got anything to do immediately. Maybe I'll do it after breakfast.

So instead, I headed into to the living room to do something totally random while I wait 'til she comes find me.

On my way there, I passed her parents' bedroom and their door was open slightly. Peeking in, I saw that they were lovingly cuddled with each other, and I felt a bit homesick.

Though me and Frayer are legal enough to have an apartment of our own, we love our parents and all.

My family happen to be average-rich, and hers happen to be over-the-top-rich.

But who cares when both families have smiles under their roof most of the time?

It's rare, I know.

I wouldn't want to pity anyone who doesn't get such happy-home lives. But I can't help but do that sometimes.

Anyway, I just reached a big glass window when I saw a red Ferrari parked right outside the gate of the mansion.

Frayer only has a white Ferrari and a black Porsche. While Kath and Ben owned a lot of other cars, a red Ferrari was definitely not on their list. (Note the sarcasm, please.)

I went out to see what was happening, because cars seldom come up to - what I call - the "Road of Freaking Millionaires".

"Hi!" a shrill girly voice greeted behind me as I went out of the gate. I shrieked and attempted to fix my hair, hoping that I looked decent, even though it's pretty hard to do so if you're in Disney Princess pajamas with fluffy socks and flip flops.

I knew I should've changed. Eurgh. Did I mention that my hair was in a horribly done messy bun?

Turning around instantly, I saw that it was a model-like girl behind me. She was wearing a short black skirt and a white blouse, trying to be sexy and all (which was working really well).