Bridget woke up to the sound of cars that were rushing past her tiny one-bedroom apartment. Another boring day, she thought. Then she remembered she had to pick up Eric at the airport. "Oh my God!" she said to no one in particular when she realized she had 15minutes until Eric's plane landed from Brazil. He had just finished playing Brazil for the World Cup. Unfortunately, America lost, so Eric had called and said he needed her to pick him up.
On the way to the airport she kept on having uneasy thoughts such as, "Will he remember me? Will he look different? Will I look different?" Then she told herself to stop worrying. Of course he would recognize her.
At the airport she waited for a few moments at the entrance/exit sign until she saw the familiar tan skin, dirty blonde hair cut short at the ears, and a somewhat more muscular but hot body. Eric.
"Bee!" he shouted when he saw her yellow blonde hair and hot sexy body. She ran into his arms and kissed him, right on the lips. "Eric!" she shouted. She knew they were getting a few "weirdo" stares from other people but at the moment she didn't care.
"So, how was your flight?" she asked Eric as they walked to her silver Escalade.
"Fine, but boring. They showed a movie we had already seen together, and it made me sad thinking about you right then, so I didn't watch it and fell asleep." He pretended to wipe a tear from his eye.
She pushed him playfully. "I couldn't stop thinking about you either, Eric. Especially when I was home all alone, at night, with my special lingerie you like so much, sitting in bed-"
At that moment her teasing was abruptly paused as her cell phone started ringing. Who else, but Carmen. She was never a patient person.
"Hello?" she answered huffily, hoping Carmen would get the point and say bye.
Carmen did, but just said, "Don't be mad at me. You're the one who hasn't called yet. Is Eric there?"
Bridget stole a glance at Eric and said, "Oh yeah, every inch."
Bridget knew Carmen well enough to know that she rolled her eyes. "Yeah, whatever. Anyways, just wanted to make sure that he got in okay. Don't forget, Gilda's tonight."
"Yeah, whatever."
"Bye Bee."
"7, right?"
"Right."
"What was that all about?" Eric asked.
"Carmen. She said to tell you hi. Also, I won't be at home tonight 'cause of Gilda's." She had already explained as best she could about Gilda's to Eric, but he still didn't fully understand it. But he did know it was important. He couldn't keep the disappointment off of his face that he and Bridget couldn't spend his first night home together.
Bridget noticed and whispered, "I'll think of something. I'll return when we have the sleepover and everyone's sleeping, okay?" She knew she was breaking a rule, but she was doing it for Eric.
He nodded. "I love you Bee."
She kissed him and then started to drive. "I love you too."
Lena was the first to arrive. She was always early. "Where are they?" she asked herself, looking at her watch as she did so.
"Right here, Lena." Tibby drove up in her white Jeep with Bridget and Carmen in the back.
"Tibby," Carmen said, "you are not driving us back! You almost killed us!"
"Don't be jealous of my driving," Tibby said with a smirk on her face.
Lena smiled. Typical Tibby for ya.
"So, everyone brought the supplies?" Lena asked. By supplies she meant the gummy worms to snack on, bad 80's music for the party, and the picture in memory of the Pants.
"Yep." Everyone nodded. Bridget picked the lock, and then they went inside.
Tibby put on the bad 80's music and Lena put out the gummy worms. Carmen pulled out The Pants picture.
It smelled of sweat and mold, a smell they had become accustomed to since they were nine-years-old and started going to Gilda's at night for the first day before they would be apart.
Everything was the same for that night. They said the Sisterhood code and had a good time at Gilda's.
When night came Bridget was filled with apprehension: fear, nervousness, and excited ness at the same time. She wanted to go to Eric, but was afraid what would happen if the girls found out. She decided to take the chance.
They slept over at Lena's house, since hers was the biggest. "Good night," all the girls said to each other, then slept soundly. Bridget waited until she was sure all the girls were asleep and then slipped out of her sleeping bag and started for the door. She borrowed Tibby's car since she did not bring her own.
"Eric?" she called when she got into her own house. He was sitting on the couch, apparently wide awake.
"I was waiting for you," he whispered.
"I'm here now, but I can't stay long," she told him.
"That's fine, because every minute with you is worth it."
