I got the phone call at around seven thirty in the even on a cold Saturday night. The call came from Cathy Higgins. I hadn't seen Cathy in five years, back when I was a freshman in high school. She told me that herself and my other friend, a girl I fell in love with many times named Anne Marie Carter were going to be dropping by sometime in the next week.
That night I tossed and turned underneath my covers, causing my bed to squeak. I couldn't keep them to girls out of my mind. Cathy and Anne Marie were my best friends since birth. I lived right next door to Cathy and a few houses down from Anne Marie. The three of us built tree houses and clubs when we were smaller. I remember having both of them hold my hand on the way to school, we had all the same classes together and everyone liked these girls who were also identical, but not related. I had them hold my hands because it made all my best friends jealous and more enemies blind with evil passion. God them girls were great.
The three of us made a hell of a team too. We got in all sorts of trouble with neighbors, mailmen and every once in a while the police would escort the three of us to our houses. I used to walk both of them home and kiss them both good night. Sometimes the kiss would be on the cheek and other times it would be on the lips. But nothing lasts forever. When Cathy turned fourteen her father got a better job and moved somewhere in Indiana. For a while it was just Anne Marie and me, but Cathy's father and Anne Marie's father were close and one day I found out that Anne Marie was moving to Indiana too.
Just like that I was alone. I strolled over to Anne Marie's house before she left though. She was crying. She gave me a big hug, kissed me cheek, then got into her dad's beat up station wagon and drove off forever. When I got the call from Cathy hadn't even thought about them and all the fun times we had.
Since then I graduated high school and went to a community college for a little while. I dropped out, my schooling was done was my final decision. I started working as a janitor at the old high school. I keep to myself. I don't fuck with any of the girl's there, but they do flirt with me. My light hazel eyes are a real turn on I guess. I lift weights and three miles before I go to work. I'm in prime condition. I'm nineteen years old and I live in a small two bedroom apartment by myself. Dating has never been my strong point. I'll go out occasionally, but mostly I like my privacy. All the girls I dated after Cathy and Anne Marie left just seemed dull. And now they were coming back.
I thought about them a lot trying to get to sleep a night after the call. How were they doing? Were they going to school? What happened after they left for Indiana? Did they have boyfriends? Did they change a lot? But the most asked question was how did they find me? I moved three times since they left and my parents both died in separate car crashes three weeks a part. There was no way they could have known where I lived.
March 4th should have brought back very special memories, but I forgot. I was in the bathroom half asleep and trying to brush my teeth. Two days have soared by since the call and now it was Monday. I had to go to work. The janitor job wasn't bad. I couldn't touch the schoolgirls, I didn't want to anyway, but there was no harm in looking. These girls were Freshman and Sophomores when I went to school last. Now they were older and cuter then ever. Some I could legally have sex with, but the subject and the task never came up. When I was done brushing my teeth I left the bathroom and walked to the front room. It was five thirty in the morning. I had to be at the school by six. I was also awaiting Cathy and Anne Marie, knowing that they could come to my house at any time during the week.
I got my cars and got ready to leave when the doorbell rang. I had never gotten any visitors this early, but the visitors awaited outside. I am not afraid of confrontation so if a murderer was by my door I'd fight for my life, knowing this I didn't bother to ask who it was, I just opened it up. That's when I got the big surprise.
I should've known they would come on this day all along. This was a very special day for us. It was the anniversary of the last time the three of us were together. And it completely slipped my mind.
I couldn't believe my eyes. There they were five years old and a hell of a lot prettier than they were the last time I saw them.
Cathy used have her hair in pig tails, she was a red head back then, her skin was so white the kids at school called her Snow White. It had also had to do with how pretty she was. Now her hair was blonde, her skin was tied and she was a lot hell of a lot taller. She was six foot one. Her eyes had gone from blue to green, her white skinned was tanned and she traded her tore up street clothes for a tighter, sexier, more expensive clothing. She was wearing a really short skirt. She was too skinny. Her breasts were small and that confused me, not that fact that they were small, but the fact that I was looking at them. Five years back I didn't even peak at them.
Anne Marie changed a lot too. She was also a lot taller. Her hair had always been blonde and it still was. It was longer though. She used to have short where it stopped at her neck. Now it was down to her ass. There was a lot of silver on her rings and around her neck. She was wearing make-up now. A long time ago this girl used to throw eggs at girls who were make-up, she hated the stuff that much. She was a little shorter than Cathy, but had a little more fat on her too, a little. Her breasts were a little bigger and her eyes were still the brown they were the last time I saw her.
"You to have certainly changed a lot." I smiled. I really didn't know what to say.
They were both smiling too. Their teeth were so white, their smiles so perfect. They looked like a pair of angels of came from heaven or Hollywood, to bless my life.
"Are you going invite us in," Anne Marie said and laughed at me.
"Sure, yeah, come in. The place is real piece of shit though."
The two women walked passed me. After all these years I was going to have trouble calling them a women, they were just girls the last time I saw them.
"So how's life been treating you?" I asked. They were both sitting on my sofa.
"Pretty good," Anne Marie said. "There's been a lot of changes since the last time we saw you."
"So I can see."
They both smiled. Anne Marie continued. "We're models now. We shoot for all different magazines and for clothing advertisements."
"Really," I said. "Well, good for you. I'm a janitor. I sweep up potato chips that fall on the floor and mop disgusting messes."
We all laughed a little.
