I have nine minutes.
Only nine. Originally I had 60, but who's counting?
Every day, my best friend Andrea picks me up for school. She enjoys the satisfaction of fucking me over, so she decides to call once she leaves the house to wake me up and let me know, which gives me nine lousy minutes to get my ass to look presentable. It got to me the first 12 times, but I'm smart. I got an alarm that wasn't human, which are the best kind. I wake up an hour early now, but I still groan and act tired every time she calls to 'wake me up'. Because I'm such a good friend.
I really hope you recognized that infamous movie quote. Shame on you if you hadn't.
Andrea is downstairs. I can hear her talking to my mom about her mom. I can tell her high, perky ass voice anywhere. Her voice is nice and sweet, honestly. It's cute. It's what makes Andrea, Andrea.
There she is; my best friend for as long as I can remember. Her hair is made up today, oddly might I add. She has cute, short blonde hair with a dark undertone. It's incredibly thin and frames her tiny face, and highlights her obvious cheekbones. Today, she put it into two pigtails, making her look a bit off, but in a cute way. My mom is complimenting her on it.
She's wearing her usual attire, so she looks like some weird French indie chick. Even though she's 100% from Ohio. She's wearing a black long sleeved thermal with white stripes that is 3 sizes too big for her 100 pound body (I'm not kidding, she's actually 100 pounds). The shit ends just above the knee, where she's wearing black leggings as bottoms, with brown flats. She has her glasses on, with her favorite black and white scarf wrapped around her neck and her bag on her shoulder.
"Took you long enough," Andrea gets up off the counter and goes to kiss my mom on the cheek, initiating that we're about to leave. "It was nice seeing you Mrs. Carlin."
She says this every time she sees my mom, even though she sees her about every time she comes in here in the morning. She even has a spare key to the house.
"Nice seeing you too dear," my mom smiles and waves me goodbye. She walks back up the stairs, still in her pajamas. Probably headed back off to sleep.
"You look nice today," I compliment her as we get into her BMW. I tell her cause she does. She likes to dress up a lot, she told me it makes her feel like a Barbie. Another thing is, she's filthy fucking rich. Her dad invented the software to prevent people from stealing music. Despite this, Andrea still continues to use Limewire. I can't understand why.
"Danke," She smiles and starts to drive. (AN; 'Danke' is thank you in German, btw) She loves compliments, and receives them daily. She deserves them though, she's the sweetest girl you'll ever meet.
The car ride is mostly silent, with only Owl City's new song flowing through her speakers. We ask each other random questions, mostly because it's routine. We still care about the answers though.
"Oliver is going to meet us after school," Andrea shuts her car door and we start to walk over to 'our spot.' Oliver is our other best friend; completing our The Three Amigos image. He doesn't go to the same school as us though, but we still have a still balance on closeness I guess. "Starbucks? Study session?"
"Sure," I push my bag higher on my shoulder. We do this every day. We still ask each other for some reason though. I don't think we'd feel complete if we didn't.
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Its lunch now, and Andrea and I are at 'Our Spot.' You know how everyone has their own hangout spot at school? Yeah, well this is ours. The table in the left corner in the quad, and underneath the tree by A building. Andrea is eating her lunch; a turkey sandwich with lettuce, tomato and no cheese. Her mom makes her lunch every day.
Nick is sitting next to her- her ex boyfriend. She broke up with him because A) he's a complete douche bag and Andrea (and I) don't do douche bags B) because he doesn't have time for her- but he has time for his friends, of course C) he's an asshole.
Pretty good reasons, in my opinion.
He's trying to get her back by spending time with her and stuff. It's not working, I think. Andrea says that once she's done, she's done. She won't go back anymore. I hope Nick's not an exception.
"How was your period one?" Nick's asking her, not me. He doesn't give a shit about me, really. He doesn't know that the Best Friend Approval Stamp is very important to Andrea.
"It was fine," Andrea answered then took a big bite of her sandwich. I doubt she really cares that he's there. She looks at Nick. "I'm going to see Oliver today."
Nick makes a face, not knowing what to say to that probably. He probably doesn't even remember Oliver, even though he's met him over 5 times and is one of Andrea's best friends. "Ohh, that's cool. I hope you have fun."
Andrea nods and goes back to her sandwich. "Yeah, me too. We're going to go to Starbucks."
Now it's my turn to make a face. Andrea is the weirdest person you'll ever meet.
"So Spencer, wasn't that pizza guy hot last night?" Andrea's full attention is on me, with her half sandwich in her hand. She winks to her left eye at her, meaning she's trying to get rid of Nick- who suddenly looks uncomfortable. "He looked so sexy in that red polo of his."
"You mean his uniform?" I raised an eyebrow at my crazy best friend. "Totally."
"Come on," She set her sandwich down to continue her bad acting. She looked at Nick. "Nick, he was a California 10. Seriously, like his arms were skinnier than mine and everything. His greasy hair looked so hot. I wish I could run my fingers through his wild mane."
"Okay," Nick nodded. He got up from our table. He doesn't belong here anyway. "I'll see you later, Andi."
Andrea watched him walk away. She's not sad. Just relieved to see him gone. "Thank god. I want pizza now."
"Ha," I shake my head. "Good one, Andi."
"Thank you, Spencey," She smiles big at me and continues to eat her sandwich. "Come on, let's cut and go meet Oliver already. I highly doubt he even went to school anyways."
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Andrea was wrong. Turns out, Oliver did go to school. So Andrea and I had to sit in Starbucks for 3 hours. A cop stopped us as we were walking through the mall, asking us why we weren't in school. Andrea just pretended to not understand what the cop was saying, and proceeded to speak in French to him, pretty much yelling at him to tell her where the local strip club was.
Taking foreign language will come in handy one day.
"How long have you guys been waiting?" Oliver finally showed up. He too, is dressed up today for no apparent reason. He's wearing a maroon button down, that stops just below his waist- and the end of his jean pockets. He's wearing black jeans that are almost hugging his legs. His long black bags are falling across the left side of his pale face, with a DC hat covering the back of his head. He sat down across from us. "You guys look tired."
"There is only so much girls can talk about," Andrea sat up from the chair she was sitting on. "And since we aren't attracted to the same species, the options are even less."
Oliver looked at her like she was crazy. "You aren't into humans now?"
"Very much so, Oliver," Andrea opened her book. "How was school?"
Andrea always asks those polite questions. Like 'How are you?' or 'How was your day?' and unlike many others who also say it, she actually cares about the answers.
"It was alright," Oliver opened his red spiral notebook. His science notepad. I've had enough study sessions with these two to know what book is which and who it is. It's almost frightening. "I have a new science project to do."
"That'll be fun," Andrea smiles big. She loves science. "We'll help you."
"Okay," Oliver puts his notebook down and turns to me. He smiles weirdly. "Spence, I've got a girl I want you to meet."
"Are you trying to hook me up again, Oliver?" I push my head deeper into my Chemistry book. The last time Oliver hooked me up, I had the girl (who I only went on one date with) egg my car because I didn't want to see her again.
He just smiles at me, and Andrea catches the smiling disease. "Her name is Ashley. She's new, from California or something. She's cool and I invited her to the party tomorrow. I think you guys will hit it off."
"Just because we both like girls doesn't mean we'll hit it off, Oli," I look up at him above my book. He's still smiling, and Andrea is biting her red lip smiling at me. She's a gossip queen, and Oli's the king.
"Come on, Spencer. She's new. Just moved out here with her sister," Oliver looks at Andrea for support. "She needs friends."
"Not a girlfriend," I smile at him and he rolls his blue eyes. "We'll hang out with her tomorrow night, and I'll go from there, okay? If I don't like her like that, I just don't, Oli."
"And if you do?" Andrea and Oliver both grin at me.
I smile at them, deciding to give in and give them the satisfaction of overcoming me. "Well then I do."