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AN: Hello! I'm using this account to practice and hopefully improve my writing. Kinda having a massive bout of Writer's Block so I'm taking a break from writing my original stuff. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this first chapter. This story progressively becomes darker, so this is just a warning that not all chapters will be so lighthearted as this one.
Chapter One - A hot date with a bowl of Cheetos
Being best friends with Cat had always been more of a serious occupation rather than something easy. Whilst I was known for having the emotional range of a tea spoon, she could practically have a regular slot on the front page of a gossip magazine with all of her stories. Her life was full of drama whereas I tended to keep my head down and avoid any precarious situations which could leave me in a sticky spot. But that was how our friendship worked; I coached her through her daily mishaps. That was how it had always been. I had been in the passenger seat of the rollercoaster that is her life since we were in diapers. I swear, if I disappeared into thin air then she'd probably spontaneously combust.
So, it was no surprise to find her on my doorstep on this particular Saturday evening with her arms folded tightly across her chest.
"Oh, hey Cat," I mumbled between bites of cheetos, dressed in one of my brother's old sweatshirts and a pair of baggy jogging bottoms. I had just gotten out of the shower about thirty minutes before so my unruly, curly hair was literally all over the place. On nights in I tended to let it have a mind of its own.
Cat pushed her way into my house, slinking across to the lounge to drop herself down onto my couch with her signature sigh of dismay. She was dressed glamorously, as usual. Her long, sleek brown hair was tied up in a top knot, and she donned a tight black dress, tights and a brown leather jacket.
I raised my eyebrow and grumbled, "Make yourself at home." before closing the door and making my way back into the lounge, taking a moment to mentally say my farewells to my evening of slasher flicks and junk food as I sat down in the chair opposite Cat. She was glaring down at her immaculately painted fingernails, huffing and puffing occasionally. I, on the other hand, popped a couple more cheetos into my mouth - my appointments with Cat usually required a lot of energy. "Wassup?"
She glanced up at me, her brown eyes gleaming with a look of desired revenge.
Oh no.
I could handle mopey, dramatic Cat, but when she came to my house with that mischievous look in her eyes it usually resulted in stress.
"That stupid, ginormous hot piece of ass dumped me." She grinded out in an artificially controlled voice, referring to her casual guy friend Paul. I refer to him as guy friend as opposed to boyfriend because their 'relationship' was purely based upon booty calls and sex.
"And?"
No, that may not have been very supportive but I honestly didn't see the big deal. Paul and Cat were notorious for having arguments and then falling into bed with each other the next day. This had happened too many times to count.
Cat glared dangerously. "He dumped me for Rachel Black." She suddenly pounced off of my couch and started pacing around the room, hands gesturing wildly in the air as she mumbled a load of words and phrases involving torture methods and Rachel Black.
Reaching for another large handful of cheetos, my eyes darted nervously around the room, following Cat's angry stomps.
"- I'm going to castrate his nasty, small penis, condense it down in a blender and force feed that slut some dick soup -"
My eyes widened as I very almost choked on my precious mouthful of cheetos.
On a scale of one to ten of bad this was an eleven. Maybe even a twelve.
"- that spineless oaf! How dare he end things with me to start a relationship with her. It's serious he said, I love Rachel he said -"
"Paul's in love with her?" I couldn't help but interject with that question. After all, Paul Lahote was the womanizer of La Push. Imagining him falling in love was almost as difficult and comical as imagining Voldemort with a nose.
Cat scoffed as she whipped her head into my direction. "He thinks he's in love because she's brainwashed him or something. Musta bought some voodoo shit back from her time away." Finally, my eyes could rest back in their rightful place in the safety of their sockets because Cat perched on the edge of my coffee table with a thoughtful expression upon her face. This look was more lethal than her look of desired revenge because it usually indicated that she was cooking up some kind of plan. And Cat's plans almost always involved me.
"You have homeroom with Seth Clearwater, right?" She'd raised her voice to a sickly sweet tone.
It was my turn to glare now - I knew exactly what her next few questions would be. That's just exactly how close we were. "Ugh, there's no way I'm playing the messenger Cat. Leave me out of it." Arms folded tightly across my chest, I resolved to attempt to remain strong. Yes, Seth Clearwater happened to be in my homeroom, but that didn't mean that I ever really even spoke with him. In fact, the only conversation we happened to have was before his dad died when he asked me if he could borrow a pencil. I replied with an 'I'm sorry, I don't have one' and that was that. Not exactly a blossoming friendship, or even an acquaintance, by any means.
Cat sighed, her lips pouting out slightly as she leaned forward to grip my hands in her own. They were practically talons, digging desperately into my skin. In an attempt to avoid giving in, I glanced around the room but her piercing stare almost pulled my attention back to her face. "Please Sylvie. This is important to me, and we're best friends so you kinda have a duty." I went to open my mouth in protest but she swiftly continued her speech, "All you have to do is initiate a conversation and ask about Paul and Rachel. I need to know how easy or difficult it will be for me to split them up." She said this last line so casually that my mouth dropped open in shock. This was a new low, even for Cat.
"Dude, you can't just break up a relationship."
Well, she had done a couple of times before. But this was Paul Lahote and Rachel Black - they were two tough eggs and she was only going to get herself, and me, into trouble.
"Stop calling me dude! Gosh, Sylvie sometimes you act like such a guy." My mouth turned downwards into an annoyed frown. Her grip tightened around my hands, but her expression softened. "We've been best friends since we were in diapers, please!"
I sighed to myself, biting my bottom lip and damning my loyalty to her. "Fine." Her eyes lit up and a grin spread across her face, but I continued before she could get carried away. "But if Seth Clearwater reports back that they're madly in love then you've got to promise me that you'll let it go." I suppose all I did have to do was speak to Clearwater, even though the dude kind of irritated me at times.
"But-"
"No buts, Cat. Promise me or I won't talk to Clearwater."
A few moments of silence passed and I could practically see the cogs turning inside her mind. I rarely ever laid down ground rules or conditions when it came to helping her out, so she knew she'd have to compromise.
"I promise."
"Sorry, I couldn't hear that."
Cat stuck her tongue out at me and finally dropped my hands. "I promise that I'll let it go."
Reaching for another cheeto, I shrugged helplessly, "I guess that means I'll talk to Seth then."
Cat squealed as she launched herself at me with such force that my cheeto fell to the floor. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I knew there was a reason why you are my best friend!"
She was hugging me with such ferocity that it was almost as if I had promised her my first born child, and I swallowed back the bad feeling in the pit of my stomach that this would be far from over regardless of what Seth said as I hugged her lightly back.
"Now, can we please curl up on the sofa and watch Scream? I have a hot date with a bowl of cheetos."
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