*It's time for Chapter 3! I really hope you guys enjoy it. I received several comments urging me to give Bee more substance. This chapter is dedicated to her and gives you a feel of who she is and what type of life she's lived. Enjoy!*
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*RING*
"Hello?"
"Bee!"
Bianca's face lit up, "CoCo, hey doll."
It was an early Saturday morning and she felt like a burst of enegy oozed through every pore ever since her lunch date with David.
She hadn't spoken to her best friend in almost a week.
"I'm coming back to the city tonight, let's hit up the clubs! Call the crew."
"Yes ma'am. We've missed you!"
"I've missed you too. Let's hit Boys town."
She laughed.
"Give me an hour."
"Done. See you then, sugarfoot!"
"Bye, babe."
Jumping from her bed, a joyous yelp escaped her throat.
She hadn't had a night on the town in months.
Pulling her phone out, she called her partner in crime.
"Lanley, call Maddie and tell her CoCo's back in town and we're hitting up Boys town. We're pregaming at my place tonight."
He started speaking rapid Spanish and pretended to be angry at her for neglecting him but then softened.
"I know, I'm sorry. I'm working so much now and I haven't seen you guys in weeks."
"Well, you better make up for it. Is she trying to get schwasted?" he asked, his Mexican-American accent flourishing.
"Yes. Anyone who's coming should have the same agenda."
"Awesome. Give you a call back in a bit."
She called her other friends and delivered the exciting news with the promise to see them all later tonight.
Skipping from her bedroom to the kitchen, she noticed a váse filled with the most beautiful roses.
Suddenly, her roommate's door flung open.
"Hey sweetie," the girl greeted, stretching.
"Hey, Cynthia. Are these yours?"
"No, some guy delivered them early this morning. You were still sleep."
Her mouth dropped open, "What did he look like?"
"It was just a random delivery person. I think there's a note in there. Who's it from?"
Bianca's hands flew and snatched out an elegant creamy envelope.
The word, "Bee", was italicized.
Her heart fluttered.
She opened it and the biggest smile Cynthia had ever seen stretched across her face.
She ran over, nearly slipping.
"Who are they from?" she eagerly asked.
Bianca held the note for a second.
"Just a guy," she teased.
"Uh no! You've gotta give me the details. Come on!"
"I don't wanna jinx it Cyn," she whined.
"The hell with that, my little bumblebee has a suitor and I wanna stab, I mean meet him."
They laughed, then she thought about it for a second.
"Okay, on 2 conditions. You make me breakfast and grab your Ipad, I need to check something out."
Cynthia raced to her bedroom as Bianca gathered the ingredients for breakfast.
"Oh my goodness, they smell so amazing!" she exclaimed.
Bianca turned and saw her head hover above the roses.
"Pancakes and an omelet, please?" She requested.
Cynthia rolled her eyes and walked over to prepare breakfast.
"Start spilling," she urged, cracking eggs.
Bianca inhaled.
"I met this guy a month ago at Oodles. He's charming. We went out for the first time last week and yesterday we had another date."
"Your first date was last week and you didn't tell me?" Cynthia gasped.
"Cyn, I didn't wanna jinx it. I didn't even tell CoCo so don't feel bad," she tried to convince her.
"What? I knew before CoCo. Oh someone's in trouble."
"Shut up. Anyway, I don't know how to feel. He's 32 and separated
I don't know, the whole still being married thing is messing with me," she admitted, fiddling with the Ipad.
Cynthia remained quiet for a few minutes while she finished up the pancakes.
"Do you like him?" she asked, breaking their silence.
Bianca looked up.
"I think so. Wait, yes. I do like him, Cyn."
Cynthia walked over, juggling both plates.
"Then, stop worrying so much. You're a smart gal. And best of all you've got morals, if something feels wrong, you'll know it."
She grabbed a carton of orange juice and sat next to her, a glorious smile plastered on.
"What are you smiling at?" Bianca teased.
Cynthia pulled a plate of pancakes towards her, "Nothing, just wondering how long its gonna take for him to finally break your cherry."
"Cyn!"
She gave her a playful push then threw her head back in laughter.
They dug into their breakfast.
Cynthia told Bianca about her parents impending visit.
"You can sleep in my room next weekend. I was gonna go stay at my grandparents crib for a bit," she offered.
"Thanks, Bee. I don't know why they insist on visiting every month. They must be bored."
"Or they miss you," Bianca said.
Stuffing a fork full of omelet in her mouth, Cynthia shrugged her shoulders.
Bianca's attention went back to her search.
She googled David's name and her mouth dropped.
"What?" Cynthia quickly swallowed her breakfast and grabbed the Ipad.
Her mouth dropped as well.
"Whoa!" escaped both their lips.
"Dude, you went out with thee David Crete?!" Cynthia yelled.
"I didn't know who he was. I still kinda don't," Bianca laughed.
"He's like a gazillionaire! His family owns half the country and almost all of the UK."
Bianca swiped the device from her, "So, who cares?"
"Let's see what his net worth is, just for fun."
Bianca pulled it up and her mouth dropped.
Cynthia cocked her head to one side and gave her an expectant look.
"Okay, okay, he's a gazillionaire. But that means nothing."
"Well of course it means nothing to you. You're the most honorable, modest person ever. But to gold diggers, he's a walking black card."
"What are you saying?"
"Make him yours, and fast before one of these Barbie homemakers tries to get knocked up by him."
Bianca looked over at her roommate.
Sky blue eyes turned up as she thought long about something. She ran a hand through her waist length sandy blonde hair, and crossed long tan legs that seemed to go on forever.
"You're a Barbie," Bianca laughed.
"Exactly," she said with a full mouth covered by her hand. "I'm giving you the one up on these whores."
She laughed again.
"Let's see what else "Google" has to say about you, Mr. Crete," Cynthia remarked.
She got up and sat on Bianca's lap.
