Lost In Madness

First Dates Suck

Venus kept calling my phone. Part of me wanted to answer, but the other part of me knew that that meant going to another party with to many people in her way to modern house. Another call. My cheap chime ringtone of my apple rung through my office as I stared at my Mac. I mindlessly rapped my fingers on the keys as I stared down at my phone. I picked it up on the third ring and answered it. "Yes Venus? To what do I owe the pleasure?" Her voice was a slight higher pitch than usual. And she was giggling. She didn't notice I had answered the phone. Yet another boy.
"Hello?" Her voice rang though the speaker, forcing me to pull my phone away from my ear. "Brooke? I'm sitting here with a lovely gentleman.." She trailed off and started gigging again. "Shut up that's not funny." Her voice was more distant this time. Then, "Brooke? Anyway, as I was saying this guy and I were wondering.." She pulled away from the phone again. " Yes I'm going to invite her! You're best friend is going to love her." That's about the time I rolled my eyes and cut her off.
"Venus? Venus honey I can't." I started typing a reminder to find another side-job. This one was killing me. I listened to more giggling on the other end then it became oddly silent. "Venus? Honey are you there?"
"Yes I'm fucking here." Her voice was normal-pitched and cold."Now, as your boss.." I cut her off immediately.
"Venus, I am your editor for your magazine article, you don't own me. I'm doing this as a favor to you."
"Yeah well, I expect you to make me look good on the pages. And now as a friend, I'm asking you to make me look good on the streets." I chuckled. " I can pay you overtime if you do this for me." Dammit. I hate this.
I sighed and picked up a happier tone. "Fine. So who's the boy?" I could feel her smile radiating on the other side.
" I'll tell you tonight when I come over. You don't mind some extra company do you?" I sighed heavily into the phone.
"How's this going to help the progress of my book?" The wait for the answer was funny. She was actually thinking of an excuse. Her voice cracked as she answered. "What if you got laid?" I bit my lip and examined my options.
"I'm not in a hurry." I laughed and hung up. I had options for ways out. But I didn't take any of them. This was the one time I was going to prove our friendship. Though our passive aggressive phone calls don't seem friendly, Venus and I's friendship stems back to college. When I used to edit her papers in college while she banged the teacher for fun. Her blog in college was a hit, but her article in the (magazine) is sensational.

And ever since then we've been best friends. So I climbed out of my chair and closed my laptop. I was going cook the best dinner and leave her to another column. I should've felt bad, being a pawn in the part of a written prostitution. But I wasn't. I got paid and didn't have to do any of the dirty work. I happily plopped down in front of a scattered collection of cookbooks. "What to cook.." I mumble to myself as I thumb through the one closest to my leg. I hummed a Megan Trainer song while I look through book after book of displeasing items of food.
"You making dinner beautiful?" Wyatt's soft voice rang through my ears.
"Shut up Wyatt." I went back to flipping through my cookbooks. His snort made my hate for him grow a little more. I jumped up and walked into him, pushing him against the wall. "Baby, I love you, and I would love to break you in the most sexual way possible, but at the moment, I kinda just wanna break your neck.. Now, I have to make a dinner for Venus and her new client. Excuse me."

Wyatt just stared at me. My dominance doesn't come out often, but when it does, I intimidate. I finally found something simple and suitable for dinner. Steak and deep fried potato balls. I began pulling out everything and writing myself a list of what we needed. "Well?" Wyatt was still there.
"Why are you so mean to me?" I sighed.
"Just leave I have work to do." My phone chimed. I looked down to see my favorite man in my life was texting me. Daniel's name showed up next to the text message: " How about 3? ...."
"Daniel says hi Wyatt. " His face got all hot. I would love to tell you that Wyatt and myself aren't in an abusive relationship, but we are. I love to get under his skin, and he loves to lie to me. And the one thing we used to have in common? Daniel.
Daniel and I met in highschool. I thought he was cute and he thought I was funny. Nothing sparked, but we had always stayed friends afterwards. Even when we all moved away. I couldn't imagine life without Daniel. I chuckled to myself when I heard Wyatt stomp out of our kitchen. Sometimes he could be such a child. I sighed and called out to him. "Baby I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"
I huffed the milk out of the fridge and onto the granite countertop. Dinner was just a favor. Culinary was something I did for fun. I took a deep breath and pulled out my favorite steak seasonings and whipped out the potatoes. Sam stepped in. She took in the scene and smiled, quickly pulling out her phone. She pressed it to her ear. Talking into it loudly. "Hello, yeah I'd like to reserve a table for two." She pretended to listen to someone on the other end. "Yeah uhm.. So I heard the chef working there is a total bitch. Yeah. My friend told me she snapped at him when he asked for a menu. I don't want that kind of service." I caught her staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I shrugged.
"You pay me for my food, not my attitude." I looked at her. She gave me a very unique doubtful look. "What? I said I was sorry." I rolled my eyes and began peeling potatoes. Her stare was burning into the side of my head. I looked up at the wall. There was no way I was going to make eye contact and apologize to someone I didn't hurt. I set down the peeler and sighed.
"Look, if there's a problem tonight, I'll leave after dinner. I cant stand passive aggressive behavior. You know that." I picked up the peeler and started rapidly peeling potatoes. Then focused myself on cooking the steak. By 8:30, dinner was done and smelled amazing. I smiled to myself and went to clean up.