Will Our Friendship Prevail?

The hangout

Sitting on the old blue couch, I peacefully ate popcorn, intently watching Little Monsters in Space special Christmas episode (that I had been waiting impatiently for) play on my flat screen. Suddenly the front door slammed open, my entire body jolted and a high pitch scream echoed in the small living room.

Twisting around, I saw one of my best friends, their hair dyed blue and a scar over his right eye. He was wearing a basketball tank top, black sport shorts, and blue Mike shoes. His skin was a perfect carmel from being out on the court so much throwing hoops which probably helped make his arms so amazing.

Turning back around, I paused my show before looking back at him in curiosity, my mind working with questions on what he could possibly want.

It's not like I had anything special planned today or did I? Scrunching my eyebrows together, I thought of anything and everything that could be going on today. When nothing came to mind, I raised an eyebrow wanting him to explain.

"Rick, may I ask why on earth you have come here on such short notice," I quizzed, my head resting on the backside of my hand while my elbows were propped up on the backside of the couch. His face flushed at the question and a chuckle slipped past my lips. "Am I in my underwear or something?"

"N-no," his voice trailed off as he eyes looked anywhere but me. I watched in amusement as he ran a hand through his hair nervously, messing up his blue locks. "I, well we, were kind of wondering if you would want to hangout or play a game. If you don't want to, you can just say no."

Stretching my arms, I hopped to my feet. Taking four big strides, I tilted my head up and stared into Rick's chocolate brown orbs.

"Who's we?"

Taking a step to the side, he gestured towards the door.

"First, I present to you the pro boxer from Marlboro, England, Eric Zimmer!" he announced as Eric walked in flexing his bulked arms.

A man with spiky dark brown hair walked into the house. He wore a white t-shirt that read, I'll smash you to smithereens, and light blue ripped jeans. His shoes were black and sunglasses hung from the next of his shirt. Eric's skin was a dark tan from a recent vacation he just took with his wife, Phoebe, in the Bahama's.

Stopping in front of me, he pounded a hand on my shoulder; what was meant to be a nice gesture, felt like a hammer breaking my shoulder.

As he went to sit on the couch, I brought my attention back to Rick.

"Next, I welcome the beautiful, Rose Ellis!" Rick declared while she strutted into the house.

Stepping into the house, I saw that the model had not lost her touch in making herself the attraction of the party. She wore a black dress with a sparkling jeweled necklace hung around her neck. Her knees grew out of the bottom and still seemed to go on forever. Donning her feet were two red three inch high heels that wrapped up her ankle like two snakes.

Rose by far is one of the biggest fashion models in the world while Eric is one of the best wrestlers in England with one of the sweetest accents ever.

"Hey Rebecca, sorry for the intrusion, but we all wanted to see you and I had some time off. Hey, where is your bathroom?"

"Just go down that hallway, turn right, and open the third door on the left," I informed, pointing a the hallway past my tv.