This story was made at the time for my ex-
I love her very much and couldn't have done this without her.
A
sh! Hurry up! I have no time for you to sit around and rub yourself with makeup! It takes you hours! We need to hurry, do you not get this?! The place we are headed to is more important than your makeup!" The girl with light green - dyed hair yelled at me as my hands quicked trying to hurry the pace. She always yells at me constantly and it's tiring. Me and her have been friends since middle-school and grew up together but she has treated me like a slapping bag and pushed me around, she's not very fair with me, I've tried to talk to her about how I feel but she throws my feelings away like I am garbage, it hurts to see a friend treat you like that.
The spacious room filled as the lamp-light flickered as I finally finished my makeup and looked back seeing her pout and groan annoyed. She had a revealing see-through dress, that wrinkled at the bottoms as she twirled the ends of her dead-tipped hair waiting for me to leave. The place we are going to is a small bar near the corner of west-woods holly-vard, she begged me to go and is making me so I am going for her, I guess? My perfume smelled like roses, I fixed my jeans and my crop top that covered my breasts but showed my stomach. Tossing my brown hair to the side, I rub my lips together to fix my lipstick as my heels clicked on the wooden floor heading towards her way, sighing. As she looks, she smells like cigarettes as she walks out as I follow, almost wanting to puke. The air hit my skin as it was breezy out as she went to her toyota car which she had for about three years.
Bars aren't usually my go-to, I don't usually go anywhere like this, only a few drinks for me and that's all, but her, she loves getting drunk and sleeping around, I just stay away usually. She opened her car-door and got in while my hand grabbed the handle and opened and decided to sit beside her, she hummed and started her car hearing the engine scream. "Why do I have to go to a bar with you? - you force me to go to clubs with you, then you leave me to end up fucking a guy or a women and never even talk to me until we have to go." I asked as I heard her sigh deeply. She has been trying to find a mistress or a master but all she's doing is being a hooker and hurting people's feelings, she cheated on like four guys and manipulates me and blackmails me just to still be friends with her, but, I don't agree with what's she's doing to others, someday I'll not be her friend anymore but at the moment, I'm like a scared kitten.
"Because you are my friend? Don't be grouchy. Friends support each - other, they don't act like fake friends." She rudely responds back. How dare she say that? That wasn't even rude or making me look like a fake friend. Looking out the window as she drove, I just can't wait till I can move out and can afford my own place so I don't have to share with her, but my cashier job sucks, only pays me less when it should be high, it's tiring, running around and standing there for hours and only getting twenty minute breaks, doesn't feel to long, my legs once in a while and I become bored. Awakening this morning lifted me wide, leaving me wanting to go back to sleep, looking upwards at the hot sun reflection through the window, it offended my eyes as I quickly turned away not to face it. But the sun was going down and the clouds were going the opposite directions.
My voice made me sound disappointed, "I am not a fake friend Avalon. I was just asking you because you never hang out with me that much," Pausing only to feel my skin boil almost-like before speaking again feeling as if I am used to the feeling, "You ignore my presence until we leave and you end up drunk! How can you find someone if your going off being a whore and fucking other people! You failed at your other dates because you decided to fuck someone else after the date secretly!" my eyes showed annoyance but anger.
She lunged at me with her screamy squeaky voice sounding almost-broke, her eyes were full of hatred and not a love-friend way. Her scrawny body trickled as she hisses fakely at me as if she's a wild animal out in the wilderness. Before a second glance, her hand pulled my hair causing me to drop down, nearly hitting my head on the handle-bar of the car as a whimper shot out my mouth. My eyes watered, my lips chapped as my heart-raced like a cheetah running for miles quickly. Fear shot through my body, shown in my eyes as she looked at me before looking at the road not caring about what she just did. A friend would hurt me?
"You stupid- You know what?! We are here and I want you out of this car and YOU ARE NOT going back home with me! You are kicked out and your stuff is mine, goodbye to your makeup, clothing and accessories." She coldly states and gets out of the car without another word. My eyes watered more, but instead I held my tears in and got out the car and went to the door, opening it and walking in the bar lowering my head knowing I'll probably be homeless by the next hours if she leaves me behind, nothing to eat, nothing I can afford. Three dollars will go by fast.
How can anyone say that to their
friend
? A fake friend, she's fake! She's a fucking terrible human being and she thinks everything is about her!
I wandered a bit, a nice retail establishment bar, perfect and clean. Serving whiskey, beer and other liquor evented. Women are seen in the background laughing and some drinking while their breasts popped out some more revealing the slutty forms. One pulled out a card desk and slammed it on the table only to make me jump quite a bit, turning away the smell of alcohol reaching my nose makes me gag a bit. Somewhat this is like a tippling house on the corner of the road. The band on the little - step on stage played casually as the person near me was talking to their friends, and an attentive bar staff made some drinks for the men and women who asked. As curious as I am, I found a handsome attractive boy at a table holding a whiskey in one of his hands and he looked like a dead-beat tired, but his short hair quiffed to the side; blondish but almost brownish from the roots. His hands gripped the glass designed sharp cup as he took a sip as his lips touched the glass. Another whimper came out my mouth feeling the pain on top of my head feeling warmness leak down, my hand moved slowly upwards to touch to see blood. When she lunged at me and made me hit my head hard on the handle.
I decided to walk off and sit at a booth beside him nervously; hoping he doesn't mind it. The pain screamed forward; but I ignored it and just day-dreamed about the boy at the booth next to me, he wasn't paying attention except staring at the table thinking to himself. Out of curiosity I wonder what's in his mind since he's just having eye-contact with a non-living furniture. He pressed his fingers on his tie, fixing and wiping his suit a bit as he turned and hearing him sigh loudly. For some reason, he looks down and lonely. I wonder what he's been through.
My voice stuttered as my throat filled with saliva, nearly choking from nervousness as I gulped, "H-hey there." calling out for his attention as he hummed tapping his fingers against the table. He didn't hear me, so I reached and tapped him, seeing him lift his head as his blue eyes sparkled while his expression was in confusion.
"Hello? What do you need?" He asked me as if he's annoyed. His eyes were blood-shot nearly as his lips looked dry. He took another sip and waited for me but shy as I was, my head lowered as I faced the table myself, "If you're not going to talk then don't talk. Shy girl." Before I could even look up, he was looking away from me as I sighed. That was cold of him to say, he has some attitude going on, just because I am shy doesn't mean you have to be that rude.
"You didn't have to be mean about it, I just wanted to talk to you but fine I won't talk to you if you're gonna be cold towards me." I sassingly replied while flipping my hair and turning away from him. He didn't even care to even tap me or anything,
rude ass
. All the attractive guys are so disrespectful, it's not fair one bit. As I sat here, he tapped my shoulder as I turned around to face him.
He apologizes,"I wasn't trying too. I am not having a good day so far, sorry about that. But what's up?" The boy looked at me for a moment.
"It's fine. I just figured you wanted someone to talk to so I am here. My name is Ash by the way, how about you?" I introduced myself kindly. The band switched the song to some romantic jazz music as the bartender walked around for a moment so he could hand drinks to the lazy people across the bar who didn't want to get up.
