Notes: All characters in this story are fictional, they are not based on any real person or event. Any resemblance to any real person or story is unintentional.
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Who the hell is calling me at this freakin hour of the night.
I think to myself as I fumble around, my hand trying to locate my phone. The ringing of said phone blaring offensively. Finally, I locate the phone and grab it. "Hello." I mumble.
"Vicki, I need a favor." The voice on the other end greets me, sounding frightened.
"Polly, do you know what time it is? You woke me up." I grumble in response.
Polly continued on, "Vick, I need a place to crash. My place burned to the ground, there's nothing left." Her voice cracked and I could hear the tears forming as she gasped and began to cry.
"What? Oh, hell! Of course, of course. Sorry, do you need me to come get you?"
"No, my car is fine. I'll be there, 20 minutes?"
"Sure, I'll get things ready." I said, but the line was already dead. I wasn't sure she had heard me, but I rolled out of bed.
My adrenaline had kicked in as I got up. I looked at my phone - 3:17AM. Well, at least it was a Friday night, correction Saturday morning. I hurried to the guest room and got the bedroom ready. Untucking the bed, making sure the pillows were ready. Not knowing what she was bringing, I laid out some things in the bathroom - brushes, toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash, shampoo, conditioner, etc. The essentials.
It didn't take long, and my doorbell rang. Moving to the door, I unlocked it and opened it to see that Polly was standing there. She was a mess. It was obvious she had been crying. She had on a t-shirt and leggings. Besides her purse, she had nothing with her. Her hair, normally styled, was a mess - pulled back, unbrushed, you could see she had been sleeping and hadn't done anything with it. She was wearing no makeup, not that she needed any.
I moved to the side and let her in. "Polly, what the hell happened? What can I do?"
Polly moved into my place, saw the couch and dropped into its comfort. I made my way over, grabbing the blanket off the back of my side chair, opening it up and laying it over her as I took a seat next to her. I could tell she was in shock; her eyes were somewhat glazed over, and she had a slight tremble. She was fighting back the tears.
"Vick, I lost everything. Everything! I got out, but the whole thing went up in flames." She kept repeating. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and drew her into me, letting her feel that she was not alone, that someone was there for her. I let her get it out. She needed to cry, and I wasn't going to stop her.
Polly was probably my closest friend. We had met my first day at work, she was a couple of years older than me. I had been right out of college, wide eyed and ready to take on the world. She was a little more seasoned in the real world, having worked for a couple of years. I had graduated with a degree in data analytics. The department I worked for, worked very closely with the Marketing department, where Polly worked. We analyzed trends, client engagement. We scooped up all the data we could from sources both inside and outside the company and created analytics used by many areas of the company, but by Marketing in particular as they aligned our company message to our sales organization. Creating campaigns to target current and new customers with our products.
From day 1, our friendship just worked. We were somewhat opposites, both physically and in the way that we viewed life.
Polly was 5'2" and weighed a whopping 90lbs - soaking wet. She was petite, growing up she had danced. And she still had a dancer's body. Strong, yet supple legs. For her body size, she had a tiny yet lovely figure 33-22-31 with absolutely gorgeous B cups that fit her doll like body. Her golden blonde hair normally cascaded down her back in gorgeous waves with loose curls at the ends. Her eyebrows were of the same golden blonde hair and could be lost in the right light. Her blue eyes were piercing yet glittered with little sparkles in the right light. Her lips were full, like pillows on her tiny little face. Lifting off her face, ready to be licked and kissed. Her skin was usually tanned, not too deep of a tan, but enough to give her skin some definition. Guys flocked to her when she entered a room.
I on the other hand looked like a freaking giant next to my friend. I stood 5'9" and weighed 110lbs. I had also been athletic growing up, playing volleyball. My long legs were defined, feminine, but strong. I loved my figure and had been complimented by many men over the years. My 33-23-37 frame had the right curves. My only complaint about my body was my cup size, B's. I would have preferred C's or D's even, but nature had not gifted me with a big chest. I have brown hair that is normally straight, and I also wear it down to my waist. Most days, I throw it in a ponytail, but on special occasions, I'll curl it. My boyfriends have told me more than once, they prefer the loose curls that I style it in. My brown eyes match my hair and have little flecks of gold in them. My lips are not as full as Polly's' lips, but I've never had any complaints. I was also blessed with dimples on both cheeks. I was of Italian descent and had naturally dark skin that went to a much richer brown when exposed to the summer sun.
Polly was outgoing, I mean really outgoing. She would walk into a room and talk with everyone. Introducing herself if she didn't know the person. She loved a crowd, loved mixing with people and talking about herself, life and finding ways to get people to laugh. Her own laugh was infectious, a light laugh that drew people into her.
I, on the other hand, was more private. I could do crowds but preferred to sit on the edge and not dive into the middle. I also didn't feel a need to mingle. If I knew someone, I would make the effort to talk with them, but I didn't go out of my way to introduce myself to people. Polly had fun with that, as she would find ways to drag me into the crowd and introduce me to others. I think down deep she enjoyed pushing me to open up.