Heathers house
It’s been a week since the incident, that’s what we’re calling it now, and I’m currently about to be on my way to Heather’s house to hang out, just the two of us. She’s frickin rich so she gets to have her own house to live in by herself while she’s away at college.
Francis: What’s your address again????
Heather: Francis, dear, you helped me MOVE INTO MY HOUSE… WDYM WHAT IS MY ADDRESS
Francis: Erm…
Heather: You’re the stupidest and most forgetful person I know
Francis: 😁
Heather: It’s (enter address)
Francis: Thank youuuuuuuu
I put the address in my GPS and started driving to her place. Her home is always so comfy it’s a one-bedroom two two-bathroom house. Sounds relatively small but trust me it is huge.
Her house is only about a fifteen-minute drive away from her house, so naturally, I get there in ten minutes. Love that there are no police around us; even if there are, they just do not care enough. If no one is dead they will look the other way, especially if it concerns driving.
I pull into her driveway, get out of my car, and walk up to her door. I knock on the door and hear a scramble behind it. It sounds like someone is falling. Then the door opens, and I see Heather, who looks like she just fell.
“Did you fall?” I say keeping back a laugh.
“Shut up, the floors are slippery.” She knew I was messing with her, but she was still not happy.
“Sure.”
I walk in the door and go straight to her kitchen, I hadn’t had lunch and she always had good food—perks of having a rich best friend that buys the good stuff.
“I feel like you only come over for the food,” Heather said, standing in the doorway as I raided her fridge.
“You’re not completely wrong.” I hear a scoff from Heather and I chuckle at it. “I’m just kidding you know I love to come over to see you and have tea time,” I say with a faux innocent look on my face.
“Sure you do.” She rolls her eyes at me.
“I do, " I said with a pout. I now had a can of soda in one hand and a little container of chocolate-covered strawberries in the other.
“You made the strawberries again.”
“You were coming over, and you always complain when I don't have them.”
“I do.”
Heather is in school to become a culinary chef when she makes it into the world and I fully believe in her. Her food has always been delectable. That’s right, I’m bringing out the big boy words for this because it’s that good. I would do some… things for her food. I’m also just a big back though.
“Exactly, but now that the big back has her food, let's sit down and start the reason you came here in the first place.”
I get a grin on my face and exclaim, “Twilight.”
We always watched at least one series at a time together, and we were about to start Twilight. Heather had watched it before, but I was completely new to it all. I’d never read the books or watched the movies before. When I told her that, she looked at me offended, but we never watched it until now. The only reason we are watching it is because I found out Michal Sheen is in it, and we just recently watched Good Omens.
“Yep, Twilight, you can finally watch it, uncultured swine.”
“...I'm gonna start screaming slurs at you”
“Please don’t I haven’t recovered from last time.”
“That’s your fault.”
“How you’re the one who screamed insults and slurs at me, you got personal with them too.”
“I only bark when provoked.”
“... you bark… when provoked.”
I looked at her horrified. I knew what was about to happen, and I couldn’t let that happen again. She was not going to win this argument.“Wait, no. nononono not like that.”
“No, you already said what you said.”
“I take it back, I don’t bark, I’m not a furry I swear.”
“No, you can’t take what you said back, you’re a fuc-ING FURRY”
“NO, I’M NOT”
“YES YOU ARE”
“NO, I’M NOT YOU WORTHLESS NEPO BABY”
Heather gasped dramatically at that, “HEY I AM NOT WORTHLESS.”
“YOU ARE NOW”
“THAT’S IT NO MORE TWILIGHT”
“Wait.. no, I'm sorry.”
“That’s what I thought.”
So… she won the argument but only by default. I'm not about to go home and buy all the Twilight movies, I’m a college student for crying out loud, I don’t have money and my parents aren’t gonna give me any money that’s for sure. So this is how I gotta live, using my best friend's parent’s money through her. Think of it as Robin Hood except I get the money I take and I only take when I ask. You know what I think I’m more like a sugar baby now that I think of it. Well, Shit.