My eyes begin to water as I stare into her baby blue ones. Blink god dammit. "Blink!" I urged her.
"Never" she whispered threateningly. Suddenly, in my peripheral vision, I see an object fly towards me. I duck causing the thing to crash into the wall beside me.
"Ha! you blinked" I stared at Amy in utter disbelief. "cheater!" I yell. She gasped in mock indignation. "I did not, You blinked all by yourself" "Thats because you threw a fucking mug at me!" She just shrugged and got up off the couch. "You said I couldn't touch you, you said nothing about throwing inanimate objects at your head"
She quickly turned and skipped into the kitchen whistling 'we are the champions' the whole way. Looking over I see the shards of the broken mug. "You were a victim in all this, you were never meant to go this way" I walk over and crouch by its side. I pat its once working handle and whisper a quick apology before skipping into the kitchen after Amy. I hop on the counter and swing my legs.
Amy throws her raven colored hair into a rather crude looking bun. It actually kind of looks like Abe Lincoln...There's the big ass nose...the top hat...the huge-
"Cara!" I snap my eyes back to hers. Shes wearing a neon green apron which has "Wanna see if I'm naked under this?" scrawled across the chest. When the hell did we get an apron? "So, since I won you have to be my wing woman tonight." "I dont want to go" I whine. "I literally just downloaded an entire season of the walking dead. I refuse to leave this Apartment for the next three days."
I hop down from the counter and run to my room. "oof" I mutter.
"What are you doing cara" I hear Amy sigh. "it's called the starfish" I inform her. "it ensures that there is no space for your lazy ass on my bed. so get out" I hear her huff and then a crushing weight lands on my ass. "Get off me you obese alpaca!" She doesnt budge but instead continues to pester me about going out tonight.
"You can't be a hermit forever, Cara. I mean like what do you even do at night. You never come out with me. There isn't enough T.V in the world to occupy you every night." Ok first of all thats just a lie. I could watch T.V. all day everyday and still have more to watch. Also, if you knew what I did at night you would probably start locking the door for a change. Do you have any Idea how many people want to kill me? Instead I just grunt in reply. She continues to talk for a solid three minutes before I cave. "Fine!" I mumble into the pillow "now get the fuck off you deranged canadian goose!" She squeals in response and runs to the door "I'm going to go get ready" Before she actually leaves my room she stops and turns around. "Why am I canadian?" I sit up and squint at her face. "whats wrong with canadian geese?" She just shrugs. "Can't I be like an egret or something? they have longer legs" Why would she want- "Fine whatever now get out before I change my mind and move under a rock for the rest of my life" She blows me a kiss before scooting around the corner to her bedroom. Egret? Really?
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Looking into my mirror I study my appearence. Pants? check. Shirt? check. Shoes? I look down at my feet in curiosity. I'm wearing one white trainer and a blue fluffy sock. eh sorta check. Hair? yup its still there. Check. Jacket? I rummage through a particularly large stack of clothes on my floor until I retrieve my old leather jacket. Check. I am ready to go. I waddle out to the living room and flop on the couch. Amy and I share a small apartment in manhatten. It's part of my employment contract so to speak. unfortunateley the furniture wasn't included so we had to fend for ourselves on that front. We had a relatively long couch with suffing coming out in three places. And by long I mean if you really try you can fit a solid four people on this baby. Facing the couch sat a lone leather arm chair, they were seperated by a coffee table I found in a warehouse one night when I was 'working'. It's worth like three million dollars and im pretty sure there's a hidden compartment of full of coke somewhere in it.
Beyond the living room is our small but fuctional kitchen. Considering that my knowledge of cooking is strictly limited to the toaster, michrowave, and coffee maker, the majority of our appliances are rarely used. Running past the kitchen is a hallway that branches off to my room, Amy's room and two bathrooms. We also have an attic but I haven't bothered to actually look at it. Amy says she does yoga up there every morning but I know for a fact that nothing but a bucket of fried chicken can get the bitch up before 11.
I smell her before I see her. The fuck did she do? Bathe In body spray? She screams when she sees me on the couch. I shoot up instantly searching the room for a possible threat, "WHAT ARE YOU WEARING!" I glance down. "I'm sorry. I couldn't find my other trainer I think I left it in the stove..." hmmm...Ya I think It is in the stove. I put it there when I was cleaning this morning. I quickly skip to the kitchen and open the stove. Yup right there. I catch a glimpse of silver and bend back down. I pull out a pair of killer silver heels and hold them up in front of Amy's fuming face. Whatever she was about to say is forgotton when she recognizes the shoes in my hand. "these yours?" "yeah actually I've been looking for these I lost them at New Years." I raise an eyebrow at her questioningly. She glances up. "yeah, we were trying to see if I could fit a -- hey, no this is not important. Why aren't you dressed?" The hell? I checked, I know for a fact I'm not naked. I hear her huff.
She takes my wrist and pulls me into her room. She disapears inside her closet. I hear a lot of grunting before she reappears with a black, strapless, body con dress and a pair of Six inch killer red high heels. A lot of pulling and tugging later I was ready. The Black Body con dress clung to me like a second skin. Highlighting my slim figure. The brown and black smokey eye made my hazel ones pop. Paired with bright red lips, red heels, and my leather jacket, I looked hot. Props to Amy, like this is a fucking miracle. She struts ahead of me down the street to hail a cab. She looks amazing in her blue backless halter dress and recently found silver heels. Her black hair Falling pin straight over her slim shoulders.
Ten minutes later we are piling out of the taxi, which smelled strangely like a pine forest. I follow Amy, who walks straight to the bouncer and gives him her sexiest smile. He literally could not have stepped aside quicker. We - well she- strutted past. I more like waddled. I felt very uncomfortable in this revealing dress. I prefer pants and T-shirts so that I can kick ass at a moments notice.
Oblivious to my discomfort, Amy drags me to the bar. My butt barely touches the chair before Amy is whisked off to dance by some tall dark stranger. So much for hoes before bros. Im pretty sure theres a different way to say that...something like ducks before husks? That doesn't even make sense Cara you idiot.
My train of though was interrupted when a man slides into the seat next to mine. Just one look is all it takes for me to know he is without a doubt the most attractive man I have ever seen. His gorgeous sea blue eyes and jet black hair is enough to make even a nuns panties drop. His long lean body is proof of extensive time in the gym. I could almost see his eight pack through his t-shirt... A deep chuckle brings me back to the present and I quickly realize he just caught me eye-raping him. Shit. I lick my lips partly for something to do and mostly to make sure I wasn't drooling. "Hi" he murmurs. Oh my God his voice sounds like sex... "Hey" I whisper. He motions for the bartender to come closer. "Can we get the lady a drink?" He glances at me quickly before adding "Cranberry Vodka no ice." I inhale sharply. How the hell did he know that? "wow. you're good" I smile at him "I'm Cara" He smiles back making my heart stop for a second. "I'm Ash"
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