Chpt. 1 Hows a freak, for a freak?
Plat's brain couldn't disgust the thought of another 'all night & day 'round the country trip' again. Willa would ask but Plat would refuse, but she'd end up getting sucked up into it anyway. She was packing...everything she practically owned, seeing that last time she wasn't prepared. Constantly running out of clothes, having to wear them over again(yuk!), and not a single guitar within reach(guitar, bass..did it really matter?). Her back ached as she carried two heavy bags down the stairs, carefully leaning against the railing.
"Willa! I swear! Help me!" Plat yelled nearly falling down the stairs.
"Coming!" Willa's graceful voice called out. One of the many things Plat envied of Willa. Willa's middle name might as well be, The perfectionist. She was it. Perfect. Perfect singing voice, perfect body...Plats sighed...But yet a clean, harmless mind..."Whoa, Plat! Don't fall!" Her gentle voice carried. Her hands pulled Plat by her arms lifting her up, her hands could have been her voice, touching Plat, almost. It was weird.
"Thanks. Hey, Willa"-Plat caught her before she graced back to her room-"Can we-I drink tonight before we go?" Plat knew Willa didn't drink, probably why her body was so perfect...Plat sighed again.
"Sure." Willa whispered like an angel and clamped her door shut.
Why is she better than me?, Plat thought. Plat wasn't unattractive...just different. She was pretty but, she had always talked "funny", thanks to her British accent. She was smart, but she practically lived off her parents since she was 19. But Willa! Willa was Smart, and had a job as a model. Willa was pretty and spoke proper English. How could she be speaking proper!? Plat thought, rolling her eyes. And to top it all off Willa was younger, 25 to say. Plat was 29...
That night at the bar
Willa looked disgusted when Plat shot down her 5th drink. Plat didnt care, for one: She was drunk and two: she knew she couldn't meet Willa standards. Plat searched the bar, because she knew if she could get with someone tonight she was out of the 'round country trip. Plat didn't even think she just darted towards the man across the room. She was about to reach him but what looked to be his girlfriend came and sat on his lap and began swallowing his throat. Disgusting...Plat thought. She walked back to Willa.
"What was that about?" Willa shouted over the music but yet still managing her grace.
"Don't worry about it." Plat said. Plat sighed.
"Wanna talk?" Willa said placing a hand on Plats. Plats jerked hers away.
"No." She hissed.
"Sure...?"
"YES! I'm-!" Her words were cut off as a man approached her holding a whiskey in hand.
"Ello...ladies." The man said. "May I take your girl here?" He said gesturing towards Willa with his oddly colored hands. Willa signaled a 'Hell no' nod to Plat, but she took advantage of this moment.
"Sure. Go ahead." She grinned.
The man chuckled usually and pulled her away.
Plat frowned after several minutes, but to her luck they walked back over.
"Your friend 'ere ought be the most boring person I've eva met!" The man grumbled.
"I couldn't agree more" Plat whispered to him.
"Hey! Plat! Your being really rude tonight." Willa said her head hanging tear threaten to mark her perfect face.
"Well, at least I'm not miss bitch 24/7!" Plat shouted! It had been bothering her all day and she finally got the words out. Willa gasped and fled the club.
"Well, love. It's me and you, hrrmm..." He grabbed her hand and wrapped his long tongue around it. It was creepy but, hey, a freak for a freak, right?