Flutter of Butterflies

Stupidity

Chapter 5

I left the house shouting goodbye to my brother, we’ve got an alright relationship, we just tend to stay out of each other’s way and then we’re fine. It only takes me six minutes to get to Biba’s house –that might sound really exact but that’s because we timed it so that we could work out the half-way point. Once I get to Bibas’ I let myself in because her house is like a second home to me, and it’s just become the norm.

I then make my way through her kitchen trying to dodge the cats; she has six of the biggest cats I’ve ever seen and we often joke that her Mum is a mad cat lady. As I go into the living room I can tell the boys are down from Germany, there are a couple of duvets folded up in the corner of the room along with two holdall bags of clothes and what not. 

I can already hear Biba blaring out some pop music from her room as I climb the stairs, so I shout up to her “Honey I’m home!” We often pretend we have our own little relationship despite the fact she’s currently in a relationship with a complete loser called Paddy. Saying I disliked that boy is an underestimate; I hate him. Now hate is a strong word, but it needs to be used in this circumstance, and I did used to admit that it was only a dislike, so it’s just escalated over time.

Overall he seems okay, nothing special but how he treats Biba genuinely amazes me-for someone that’s supposed to be in a relationship with her you’d expect him to show her some sort of respect. He’s always horrible to her, by calling her names, referring to her as “butters” which I was informed meant ugly, using her for sex and making no/little effort to spend time with her. To top it all off he also continuously talks about his ex-girlfriend who is also called Jess which makes things awkward and a bit confusing sometimes.

He tells Biba how he’s still in love with her, and encourages Biba to change her ways so that she’s more like Jess- such as telling her to make more effort on her appearance like wearing make-up and doing more things with her hair, and even wearing white bras like Jess used to. The unfortunate thing is Biba is blinded by her love for him and either does as he demands or moans to me for a bit and then nothing comes of it. She always lets him treat her badly and I hate it because she deserves so much better and she can do better.

Anyway as I entered Biba’s room it was in its usual state, clothes everywhere, a cat on the bed and she was sat there at her desk on the computer singing away. “As beautiful as your singing is, I’m going to have to ask you to turn that racket off!” I said as I opened the door. She then turned the volume higher and shouted “Sorry I can’t hear you!” she does make me laugh sometimes- well a lot of the time. I took my usual place on the bed under the duvet and started stroking her cat, Fluffy.

“You like stroking my pussy don’t you” she laughed. I threw a pillow at her and told her to shut up.

“So are you going to get your shit together so we can get going to mine?” I asked.

“I’ve just got home from work, give me ten minutes I’ve not even had chance to make the tea yet!”

“Best get the kettle on then and remember to use sweetener in mine, thanks!” I said with a cheeky wink. After she checked her bank balance which was the usual minimal amount because she’s had a shopping addiction ever since we met and I introduced her to the world of clothes, we went downstairs. As we entered the kitchen she put on Beyoncé-who’s her girl crush.

We have both established that it’s okay to find certain females attractive and call these our girl crushes! Our favourite song came on just as the kettle finished boiling so we started serenading one another in the kitchen as the line “Make love to me” came on, which we sung at the top of our lungs, which was the perfect moment for her Mother entered through the patio door. It’s okay though because she just came in and laughed at us, she understands out banter, so neither of us felt awkward and we just end up bursting into hysterics of laughter. Whilst Biba continued making tea I took the whiteboard off her fridge and started drawing.