Chapter Seventy-Three

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Skipping her last few classes on Friday, Meredith blasted music as she drove down to River Falls to see Kyra. With an open weekend for the both of them, it was nice chance to catch up. As well as, it was just a bit warmer in River Falls than Superior for the middle of March. Kyra had thought about coming up, but Meredith was in desperate need of a break from her residents and life.

Two and half hours later, she was inside Kyra's dorm room, sitting on the floor and eating chocolate. "I would say let's do something exciting," Kyra said lying down, "but who really cares."

Meredith lied down too. "This week has been shit."

"What's wrong with it?"

"It's like every week."

Kyra laughed. "I think you're bored out of your mind."

"I think you're right, for once."

Looking over, Kyra's blue eyes watched her friend. "Our hair is almost the same color."

"Did you pay for it?"

"Fuck off. This is my natural hair color."

"Can you even tell anymore?"

"Why are we friends?"

Meredith shrugged. It was a question she had since they began being friends. For some reason, Kyra always came back to Meredith, and for some reason, Meredith always went back to Kyra. It wasn't that the were bad or mean to each other, but it was that they didn't fit correctly. Where some friendships, it was like puzzle pieces together, Meredith and Kyra didn't have all of that. Kyra cared, which made it easier for Meredith not to care, and Meredith stood up for them both-- yet they didn't fit together easily. They were crushed together without a choice, and somehow it turned out okay.

Out of friend group that was once twelve, it was only them left.

"If we stay on the floor, we're going to fall asleep," Meredith said.

"I have booze."

Meredith laughed. "That's not at all what I said."

"I know, but I just want you to know."

"Thank you. I might need it." Groaning, Meredith pulled herself off the floor and grabbed Kyra, who wasn't helpful at all. Kyra flopped around on the floor, and Meredith let go eventually. Walking around, she glanced at her friend's pictures, which littered the room.

"Because of your shit week?"

"This is the worst period of my life."

"At least you're not pregnant."

Meredith agreed. "Like this is the worst period of my life, really. I'm getting normal cramps, like what I can only image is like to have labor pains, instead of my normal cramps in my vagina, like it's yawning." Kyra burst out laughing, but Meredith continued, "And I have acne. I never get acne when I have my period, and I want to eat everything, and my whole body aches."

"Are your breasts tender?"

Meredith put her hands on her breasts. "No."

"Are you horny?"

"All the time."

"Do you call him him and make him talk dirty?"

"Who?"

"Your boyfriend?"

"Oh, yeah, no."

"Have you talked to him today?"

"No."

"Don't you guys talk every day?"

"No," Meredith said. "Sometimes I forget about him. It's not like I see him every day, unless I go on Tumblr, and at that point, it's weird. But he's just there."

"I found it out when you forget you date Prince Harry, but the fact you forget you date someone also, is weirder." 

"He's got a life. I got a life." Meredith came back to Kyra. "We only talk every day when shit is going down, like paparazzi or drama--"

"Or scandal?"

"I'm sensing that's going to be my life."

"I told you I have booze." Kyra put up her hands, and Meredith helped her friend to her feet.

"It's not even five, Kyra."

"I'm not saying we drink now; I'm just saying it's an option. And it's not beer, because I know how much you hate that stuff." Kyra pulled out the alcohol to show her friend. "Smirnoff Vodka, just the way you like, cheap and you can get drunk quickly."

"That's the only way to do it," Meredith commented.

Walking over to her side of the room, Kyra turned on music, turning on their song, "500 Miles" by The Proclaimers. While it might have been a song for a male to a female, it was their song. Kyra had just gotten out of a relationship when this became their song, and Meredith hadn't started to date Harry yet. It was only them. They only had each other, and that was fine by them. While Kyra had a few boyfriends while Meredith had Harry, none of them had compared to Meredith. Kyra fell in and out love quickly, but at least Meredith was still there.

"Spring break is in two weeks," Meredith said while dancing with her best friend. "What are you doing?"

"Going home."

"To Superior?"

"Excuse yourself, to South Range," Kyra said annoyed. "I'm not from that shit hole."

"Yeah, you're from the middle of nowhere."

Kyra stuck out her tongue at her friend. "And you?"

"I don't know yet."

"Spending your spring break in Superior?"

"Fuck no. I'll go home before I have to spend seven days with my residents without class."

"Harry isn't taking you somewhere warm?"

"Not that I know of, but he likes surprises, so last minute he'll probably tell me."

"You know you're doing something?"

"We really haven't talked about it." Recently, Meredith hadn't talked to Harry about much. It was the occasional phone call of how you doing, anything on fire, all of those fun things. It wasn't anything too deep, which usually came when something was on fire.

"He's not taking you back to Africa?"

"Not for now."

"How many shots did you have to get?" Kyra asked.

Meredith didn't even know. 

"Are you sure you don't want booze?"

"Were we planning on doing anything tonight?"

"You know how there's nothing in Superior, so we go to Duluth?" Kyra wondered. "Same here. There's nothing in River Falls, so we go to the Twin Cities, and at that point, Meredith, you could just go home."

Meredith agreed. "Give me the booze."

"Not even twenty-one, and you already have a drinking problem."

"Don't tell your RA."

Knowing better, Meredith didn't do Smirnoff straight but mixed it with blue Gatorade that Kyra had. It still tasted like vodka, which there was worse. To both girls, who were high and fine of drinking vodka, worse tastes included beer and anything that burned going down. Vodka was a light fuzz. Meredith's mind started to swim and her chest grew heavy as the first drink went down.

"I'm out of practice," Meredith said setting her glass down.

Kyra finished her drink in record time. "Hey, want to call ex-boyfriends?" She joked of course, since she was the only one with any ex-boyfriend. "Oh, something better. Did you bring it?"

"Like you requested." Pulling the board game out of her bag, Meredith handed it to her friend. "I don't know why you're so obsessed with it."

"Because we can't all date Prince Harry and I want to feel like a princess." Kyra pulled open the box of board game Pretty, Pretty Princess. The pieces spilt everywhere. "Oh well." Kyra started on her second drink.

"Oh, yes, we're proper adults." Meredith went toward her second drink too.

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