Gamble of Friday
The sweet sounds of her laugh, as her voice quivers with every utterance of her giggle. Her soft skin, and her eyes that are quite similar to the color of a shining emerald gem, an attribute that could be admired for eternity. Her scent that resembles a field of daisies being laid on, Violet admired all of it. She contemplated on whether her admiration, and ability to perfectly remember, and describe every physical attribute about Patty was wrong or right.
She was conflicted, she always had admiration for her best friend. In a way that she could never fully comprehend, she felt as if her close observation and her crave for Patty’s presence was simply a normality.
Although she questioned, she was puzzled, her feelings seem to go over the fence of a platonic relationship, how wrong could it be to want to hold, and never release the grasp of your best friend’s gentle hands, or ever let go of her embrace.
She had wondered if Patty ever admired her the same way, the same admiration that’s ever beyond falling smitten for a boy.
Violet stayed spaced, she stared endlessly at the Blonde as they were grabbing cards for their weekly Friday night games, alongside Shermy. She couldn’t find the missing piece of her understanding, and it left her rather stunned, Violet — of all people, would know what’s going on with her own mind. She could recite, and repeat the gossips that spread around her school, though she could never utter how she truly feels about Patty.
“Violet? Are you going to pick a card?” Patty queried as her eyebrow struck up.
“Oh, oh yeah.” Violet chuckled. She couldn’t let anyone find out about this secret, if Violet herself felt as if her feelings were rather conflicting, how would others react to her distress?
Midst of the game, cards up. Violet scan towards the eyes of both Shermy, and Patty.
The room goes cold, Patty drops her flipped card — the two, unknowing if she’s dropped a queen or if she’s messing around as the joker. She crosses her arms, as a smile crept up the blonde’s lips, knowing that a
single flipped card will have the two out for each other.
Friday Night games like these, often gets the group riled up, whether it’d be a simple board game, or a gamble of cards, 2 in 3 will always end up scrimmaged for the victory; In most Fridays — it’s Violet and Shermy.
Violet’s competitive nature, and smart wiles makes it hard for her to lose anything. Her reputation speaks for itself, her cold demeanor acts as if losing would be death. Although, who would she be if she would be known as a write-off?
“The jig is up, Shermy.” Violet emits, she drops her ace card towards Shermy’s way on the sleek table as his hands clammed. He gulped, his eyes widened as he realized, his demise came sooner than expected.
“You’re under arrest!” Violet slammed her hand against the circular table, as she point towards Shermy’s nose whilst proudly exclaiming her victory.
“No way! Patty’s a joker!” Shermy scoffed, as he stood up, and dropped his card down the table, similarly to Violet’s display.
Patty let out a giggle, “No I’m not! You winked at me, you sly!”
The blonde laughs as she reveals her card, unmistakably, a queen of spades peaked over the flipped hand.
“Drat!” Shermy utters under his breath, ultimately leaving him to completely accept his loss.
Truly, Shermy never had a goal to win every gamble they had for Friday Nights, his well pleased attitude had him satisfied with a win or lose, regardless of how fortuitous he was on that Friday. Although, Violet’s attitude would often get him ruffled up, in the end — he’s more well disappointed that he lost his chance to gain bragging rights at the Dark-Haired girl.
Shermy sighs as he slouches back down on his chair, like a sloth. “I always lose, no one will ever win a war against you, Violet!” his face displayed something far from a feat.
“Oh, stop being sour.” Violet chuckles as she swipes her nose with her finger.
“You’re just a bad bluff.” She teased as she lifts up her hand, coming in contact with Patty’s, hitting each others’ palm to celebrate a victorious card game.
Shermy scoffed as a laugh crept in his annoyance, he knew it’d be a dead end of a rat if he tried to win against Violet and Patty, despite knowing the two below the ages of elementary, it was as if he was in a different world whenever he’s around the headstrong, runs the school, dark-haired Violet, and her bubbly, rather ditzy, best friend Patty.
A gap in the trio’s closeness definitely occurred ever since Shermy switched schools in the first semesters of 6th grade — all in all, the group tried to stay inseparable, they’ve known each other since the ripe ages of 5 years old , they’re 3 peas in a pod that wouldn’t cut apart.
“Hey! You guys are coming to Frieda’s party, right? Her parents left for Cabo, She’s throwing one for the summer!” Patty excitedly mentioned, she would never back down from an invite.
“Gladly I would, if she wouldn’t be fussing over her hair all night.” Violet snickered as she sneaked in a laugh.
“Oh stop the tease. Violet, Come along! You have to bring a plus one to be able to go.”Shermy replied.
“No way, I’d throw a much better one!” Violet proudly said, she certainly had a knack for throwing parties.
“Oh Violet, come along! who will I be going with if not you?” Patty pleaded, she moved closer towards Violet, reaching out for her hand on the circular table.
Violet sighed, she looked down feeling Patty’s warm hands at hers. “Alright, I’ll go!” She exclaimed whilst she pulled out her hands from Patty’s.
Patty squealed, close to breaking the glass around her. “Yay! Violet’s coming! Let’s drink our hearts out!” She giggled.
Violet’s eyes softened, she couldn’t resist the blonde, not especially when she pleads like her life would depend on it.
“How could I ever resist you.” Violet muttered under her breath as she stared at Patty.