In my lovely violett beanbag sat Sindy, the average girl. A girl with love for tight blouses and hotpants. Blonde and dumb. But she is not dumb, because she is blonde! Once she was just like me, you know, just normal. But then it hit her, the train of love. God damn it, even now she sat in my beanbag and used my homephone to speak with her lover, while she wrote him one sms per second with her other hand. Good, that she has only two hands. I always hoped, that this love-thing sometime would end. And I’m always near the puke, when I try to listen to her phonecalls. Don’t see it wrong, I don’t want to talk about envy! I…I…I’m not jealous! Argh, think what you want! At least her mobile was cool, just the newest of the new, and it had this glittering star on its backside.
And my third friend sat with her filthy ass at my desk on my office chair. Her name? Viktoria, Vikkie or like I call her sometimes, the red haired Valkyria. She is my friend, but it’s more a hate-love. I don’t know why she always tried to make my life more difficult and I don’t know why I do the same things with her. Our friendship is hard to describe. So, Vikkie was at my desk and she did what she always did, to my dismay. She painted her fingernails with my, yeah you hear right, my lacquer! Everytime, this happens everytime! And I’ve already lost the interest to stop her. On the other side I’ve started to use her lacquer, when we were at her home. Hey, lacquer isn’t for free and at least I can say, that we share as friends!
Still fully loaded, I closed the door behind me with my foot and went over to my desk. I stood near to Vikkie and bent down a bit, to deposit the glasses, but unfortunately slipped the bottle of coke under my right arm away and fell down.
The bottle hit Vikkies foot and she screamed highly pitched and growled on me :” Ouch!!!YOU!”
And I answered “I love you,too!” with a light smirk on my face.
She looked, as if she needed to punch me for this answer, but we both knew, that she won’t do anything, that might damage her lacquered nails. And so I moved on and gathered up the fallen bottle of coke. Right then, I walked over to my dresser and opened my panty drawer. Yeah, I hide my booze under my panties! Dad would never look there and even if, I could always ask, from where he had it. No good plan, but better then to hide it elsewhere.
I grabbed the two hidden bottles and turned around , calling out : ” Booze or Whisky?” Susan was the only one, who answered, and she called back to my surprise: ” Give us Whisky, but not too much, or my tummy starts to ache!” I was surprised, because she never said such words. “Your…. tummy? Aww, how cute! Want me to cherish your * tummy* ?” I joked, but her answer hit me like a train. “Yeah, would be nice!” , she answered with a dumb grin on her face and all I could do, was to shake my head.
