"….Entertainment Tonight has video of a drunk Spencer Carlin leaving Club 151 after the big opening last night. Carlin is currently filming on the set of Break Knuckles, Not Hearts. ET has heard rumors of Producer Brock VanTil in talks of removing actress from film due to her missing set time and rude behavior on set…"
Turning to my best friend and pretty much the closest person I have to family, if I didn't see her like a sister, her 6ft toned body and short brown hair with gorgeous green eyes which make girls go crazy, let's just say we would look hot together. She is the looking for a good time kind of girl with no strings attached. I used to be that way, too. Being the only out lesbians in school we became close. We played soccer after school and at night played the "field". We even attended college both on scholarships, until I lost mine and decided school wasn't it for me right now. "Jess, for the last time turn the channel, I hate that crap. Change it or I will!" To show Jess I was serious I made a lame attempt to remove the remote only to have my hand swatted away.
Jess begins to flip through the channels "What is your deal miss sassy, Spencer Carlin is hot, I would think even you could enjoy a thing of beauty. Isn't she like your dream chick or something?"
Finally something worth watching on tv, reruns of SVU. "She is hot but I could careless about what some rich bitch does with her time. That kind of tv reporting is just shit and you buy into it. Now this" Mariska Hargitay enters into the interrogation room "Is just great television."
"Ha, this coming from a girl who doesn't miss an episode of Real World?" That earned her a pillow to her head, which she caught to my surprise and retuned the favor. Never throw something at a soccer goalie, they're quick.
"Ow, I forgot you knew my dirty secret. Real World is entertaining, plus the cast is hot. There is always some kind of lesbian action going on." I smile and wink.
She laughs and shakes her head. "You know kid, you really need to get out more and see or better yet experience lez action in person. You should come to my game tonight, you haven't been to a game since the beginning of the season, Melissa keeps asking about you. She heard about the… break up." The last part was whispered but it still hit home.
Ah, the break up, who didn't hear about it, the whole thing happened in such a crowded area, the mall nun the less on a Saturday of all days. To top it off it was at the end of summer, you know people coming into buy last minute items for going back to school. There was Carmen holding hands with a tall brown haired guy looking at rings. I wasn't truly alarmed at first until she slid her arm around his neck and pulled him into an intense kiss. Now I wasn't stocking her, just happen to be at the mall on my way home from work to meet Jess for lunch. With how busy we both get, we often meet on the weekend for lunch and get a little shopping in. The jewelry store just so happen to be near the food court, I have great luck, what can I say?
Jess must of sensed I was reliving the fun tale because she gently placed her hand on mine. "She was an ass. You totally called her on her shit. Fuck, if you hadn't held me back I would of really ripped into her. Who knew she was two timing both of you? That was a couple months ago, we need to get you laid, ASAP." What a great friend, she found me staring in shock at the scene in the store and immediately went into best friend mode.
When they walked out of the store Jess cleared her throat and a surprised Carmen turned in our direction, removing her arm from the tall guy's waist. She looked like a kid caught with their hand in a cookie jar. I almost felt sorry for her, almost. The guy noticed and asked her what was wrong. Carmen looked like she was trying to get words out but I quickly cut her off. Still wearing the clothes she left my house only added to me being pissed. Pissed, well that was an understatement. Right there outside of the jewelry store just to the side of the food court, I broke up with her. With in turn ended with the guy she was with breaking up with her. She stormed off like we did this to her, like it was our fault. The guy turned out to be a real sweetheart, how was he to know we dated for a year and some change. She played us both. Aiden, the sweet guy immediately apologized to me. I would have been mad at him too, but I could tell he was sincere and was hurting like me. This would of all been funny had I been a witness to the whole deal instead of involved in the mess. In turn, I lost a girlfriend or was it I got rid of a skank….. Anyways no girlfriend, but I did gain a friend. Aiden and I ran into each other a couple weeks later, where else but at the mall and became great friends.
"Ah yes, I think the reason she ran off was because she saw the smoke pouring from your ears. Remind me next time when I break up with someone not to do it so publicly. Even though the clapping from the curious bystanders was a nice touch, private is more my thing." She laughed, even though she knew I was still healing we were able to make light of what happen. The relationship I was in or lack there of was most serious one I had been in. I was that love em and leave them no strings girl until Carmen came in the picture. Our one night of fun turned into several which in turn turned into I love you and so on. "You know what, my packing is almost done and I could use a night out of the house. Watching chicks run around in shorts in a sweaty fashion might be just the thing. I am sure Aiden would love to watch toned legs chasing down a ball, slapping each others asses after a score…"
She is laughing so hard knowing I could draw out the last sentence. "Girl, you can make anything sound dirty. It wasn't so long ago I remember you chasing down soccer balls and scoring goals. You should really consider joining a fun league out there in California. I know your itching to play again. Your leg is healed now and your in better shape now then when I first met you." She has a point but ever since the pick up game that ended my college career in soccer, I can't shake the image of me making contact with the ball and just as quickly my legs being taken out from under me by a dirty slide tackle. Some guy had a vendetta against me from stealing his thunder on the field. He went for me and not the ball. My body faced one direction and my leg that was trapped under him faced another direction. Goodbye scholarship. I am not bitter, I just didn't know what to do with my life other then play soccer. The money wasn't a problem, never had been.
"Two surgeries and a year of rehab says I won't be suiting up. I have moved on from it and happy with just working, my hobbies and figuring out what to do next. Besides I am going to be too busy reconnecting with my favorite aunt out in California and working to be playing silly games. Damn, I can't believe I am moving in a couple weeks. Even though you are extremely annoying, I will miss your sad ass." She looks like either going to cry or slap me. She is strong, I hoping for a hug.
"Way to get emotional on my ass and insulting. I think I should be insulted but I am going to miss you so damn much. I am still going to see you on school breaks, you better prepare your aunt Denise for when your very dear best friend, hot I might add, comes to visit." She's so modest.
Aunt Denise made me an offer I couldn't refuse. When my dad passed away last year, I inherited his small fortune and very large lonely mansion out on the coast in North Carolina. As nice as my home is and the scenery is to die for, the up keep is extremely expensive. Cost not really an issue but one person living in a mansion is pretty ridiculous. Aunt Denise thought me moving to California would be a nice adventure. Give me an opportunity to figure out what to do with my life. Honestly I think she is worried about me, her constant calling and emailing boarders obsessive. She is a successful night club owner and thought me learning the ropes might be nice and even suggested I could play open mike night there. Music has always been a hobby to me, fun way to escape life. I think I would of pursued it more by now but my father kept me from that style of life. This being the reason I lived in North Carolina, when I was younger we lived in California, with the buzzing of my fathers fame followed with constant unwanted attention, he wanted me to live a normal life. To give me a normal life he even gave up his passion playing music and retired from that life style to sit behind the scenes still with music fueling him but to give unknown unsigned bands a start. I guess that is where my lovely mother comes into play, she loved the LA crowd, there was no way she would leave it so instead she left us. Last I heard of her or better yet seen of her, she was in a US Weekly magazine accompanying some actor on a red carpet, poor guy.
Enough about that, my aunts beautiful guest house sold me to the move, being right by the beach much as my home here but warmer weather. As much as I knew I would miss my secluded life here, especially my friends who are basically my family, this drastic change might be just what I need to kick my ass in gear. Allow me to find myself and my way. It didn't take long for my house in North Carolina to sell and now I am planning my move to Cali with mixed emotions of happiness with a hint of sadness. As they say, life is waiting for you.