The Illusion of Friendship
CHAPTER ONE
I was busy working on my assignment for college, when I heard a familiar knock on the door of my apartment. "Come on in!" I called. "The door's open Zak!"
"Whatcha working on Amber?" he asked in a sing-song voice.
"The usual architecture model. The stupid thing doesn't wanna curve…" I fussed, tossing the glue back into the box where I keep all of my supplies. "Shouldn't you be working on your film project?"
"Yeah… But I needed a break. Wanna go bowling?"
"Sure, but how are you gonna pick up a bowling ball with those twigs you call arms?"
"Ha. Ha. Ha. But, I've actually been hitting the gym, believe it or not. Someday these so-called 'twigs' will be massive guns! Kapow! Kapow!"
"Mmkay… So… I'll race ya to the car!"
I was already in driver's seat of his truck when he got to it. "Are you gonna let your bestie drive for once?" I asked.
"No."
"Aw… C'mon Zak! Please?" I begged with the puppy dog look on my face.
"Fine Amber, just don't wreck it…"
"Aye-aye Captain Bagans!"
After about fifteen minutes of driving, she finally pulled up outside of the Bowl-O-Rama!. The colors of the neon lights were being cast on her blonde hair, her Kelly green eyes standing out in the dimming evening. She put my truck in park, looked over at me and said, "You're going down!"
"Wanna bet?" I smirked.
"Sure, loser buys the other dinner. Winner's choice," Amber smiled evilly.
"Deal." We shook on it. "I think I want Italian…"
"In your dreams, Big Boy."
Amber wasn't kidding when she said she would win. She creamed me. "So… What do you want for dinner?" I asked grumpily.
"Hmm…" Amber giggled. "Mexican, French, Chinese, Mongolian… But, I think pizza will do!"
"That's not too bad! I won't be broke by the end of tonight! Let me guess… The usual hamburger?"
"You know it!"