Starting a new story teeehe I have too many ideas floating around in my head I will update the others soon! I don't own anything related to deadliest catch or anything like that. Review please!
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"Where the fuck is Emily?" My younger sister Chantelle muttered under her breath as she grabbed her phone out of her cream clutch bag.
"Who the fuck is Emily?" I asked, sitting next to my older brother Josh around the large, black glass table in this awfully nice restaurant.
"My friend, obviously." Chantelle snorted, rolling her eyes before looking back down at her blackberry.
I yawned out of pure boredom, Josh was busy talking to his girlfriend Heather and Chantelle's other two friends Brooke and Samantha were the most boring people to have ever walked the earth. It was no doubt that they only came here tonight because of me and Josh, it's what normally happens when people find out that you know someone from Deadliest Catch. It was all fun back in the day, I could get any girl I wanted and I still can, I'm not being cocky it's just the way it is, everyone wants to be the girlfriend of a famous crab fisherman. But now, it was boring, annoying and I just really couldn't be arsed with it. I didn't necessarily want to settle down, I just wanted what Josh and Heather have, someone who actually likes me for who I am and not just for my social status.
I watched as Brooke and Samantha eyed me playfully, the urge to tell them to fuck off was slowly building, they were both very pretty girls, but they were boring. They looked like every other woman in America, blonde hair, blue eyes and fake boobs, not to mention the amount of make up they had on. Eugh, it sent shivers down my spine just thinking about how their pillow case's might feel in the morning.
"Is she even coming?" Brooke asked Chantelle in her insanely high pitched and annoying voice after a couple minutes of silence.
"Yeah, why?" Chantelle asked, cocking her head to look up at Brooke who was sitting next to her.
"No reason. Just thought she'd be here by now, it is your birthday and it's kind of rude, don't you think?" Brooke asked.
"What? Kind of rude that I bought her a birthday present and you didn't? Yeah, that is kinda rude." A woman of medium height said as she took a seat in between me and Chantelle. A smile formed across my face, Brooke just got told.
"BOOM! Sit the fuck down!" Josh shouted across the table, Brooke's face going from shocked to utterly embarrassed within seconds. I couldn't help but laugh, it was way too good.
"Alright bab, happy birthday." The woman I'm suspecting is Emily smiled as she leant over and gave Chantelle a hug. I noted her English accent and the tattoo's that she was covered in. Well, not literally covered but she had a lot of them. She had a full sleeve on her right arm, it was black and white but I couldn't make out what it was in the position she was sitting. She had long, black flowing hair that fell just in the middle of her back and her skin was pale, fuck, she was beautiful.
"That's Jake, Josh and Heather. This is Emily." Chantelle smiled, introducing us all.
"Uh, dude. You might wanna close your mouth." Josh whispered in my ear, snapping me out of my thoughts. I quickly shook my head, closing my mouth as my jaw had literally been sitting in my lap.
"Uh, hi." I nodded shyly, why the fuck was I shy around her?
"Hey." She smiled to all three of us. Wait, no 'oh my god you're Jake and Josh Harris?' no 'oh my god I love your show?' who was this girl?
"I'm gonna go to the ladies room." Brooke smiled as she stood up, no one really giving a fuck as Samantha followed closely behind her as they walked away from the table.
"What you done today?" Chantelle asked Emily as Josh and Heather went back to their previous conversation.
"Not much, you know that exchange student Fransisco or whatever his name is yeah?" She said, her English accent coming out in full force. It didn't sound like a London accent, it sounded like something else, it was definitely British though.
"Yeah." Chantelle nodded, seemingly very interested in the conversation.
"Yeah well he was just being a knob as usual and he called me a dirty English whore so I went in the bathroom and shaved my fanny with his new razor." She said, very, very seriously. I couldn't help but howl in laughter, that was probably the funniest thing I'd heard in a long while.
"Oh my god." I said in between breaths, hunching over, clutching my hurting ribs as my forehead rested against the table. I looked up, tears of laughter stinging my eyes seeing Chantelle laughing just as much.
"What happened?" Heather asked, looking at us all like we were crazy.
"I dunno." Emily shrugged, looking slightly embarrassed.
"Oh my god Emily, you're too funny." Chantelle howled, trying to control her breathing.
"What happened?" Brooke asked as her and Samantha returned to the table, I rolled my eyes at them, still chuckling from what Emily had said.
"Ahh, nothing." Chantelle said, waving her off which made me laugh, Chantelle didn't even like them but she still invited them. Brooke and Samantha just sat there looking embarrassed, making conversation with themselves.
"I'm goin' to get a drink. You want anything?" She asked me and Chantelle as she stood up.
"Can you get me a beer, please?" I asked, grabbing $10 from my jean pocket and holding it up for her to take. She nodded before looking down at the money, "I'll get it, don't worry." She smiled as she left the table, walking across the room to the bar. I couldn't help but stare as she walked away, her body was incredible. She was wearing a tight, black boob tube dress with a pair of leopard print heels, her hips were wide and her waist was small. She was perfect.
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Woop! That's chapter 1! Review please.
