I started a new story! But I just had to. It was too good to pass up. It's based loosly off the book, "Remember Me?" by Sophie Kinsella. I recomend it. It's good. Hope you enjoy!
Tonight has been horrible. Worse night in a long time. And I've had my share of bad nights. It was raining, I couldn't find a taxi, and I was wearing these high heeled boots that the lady at the shoe store told me would look awesome. I usually only wear flats so now I have blisters all over my feet. Awesome. We had come all this way to this club in Seattle because we heard it was rocking. Jessica had her tongue down some guy's throat while Angela and Alice were singing "It's Raining Men" at the top of their lungs. I was the only one looking for a cab. Great.
"Bella! It's raining men!" Alice yelled at me, probably hoping I'd join them in their rendition.
"It's not raining men. It's just raining," I said, bitterly.
You see, I'm not in a particularly good mood right now. My boyfriend, Loser Mike, was supposed to show up at the club at ten. Did he? No. Ugh I just want to go home and curl up in a ball.
Loser Mike is just his nickname. I don't even know how he got it. He won't tell anyone and yet it sticks to him. He's tried to get us to call him a million other nicknames but nothing works. That will always be his name like mine will be Snaggletooth. Or Snagglehair for that matter. My teeth are horribly crooked. And my hair is usually pretty frizzy. One day I hope to fix my teeth at least.
I saw a taxi and stuck my hand out. However, some other people flagged it down first. Could my night get any worse?
And it's not just Loser Mike not coming. Today at work, we were handed slips showing how much we earned. Everyone was so happy because it turned out we made more money than planned. Everyone got a bonus. Angela immediately started planning a vacation with her boyfriend, Ben. Alice booked highlights at some fancy place. Jessica started imagining what kind of new purse she could buy. This shouldn't upset me, right? It did. I didn't get the bonus. Why you ask? Because I haven't worked there a year. I missed the deadline by, drum roll please, a week. So ridiculous.
As I am busy contemplating the unfairness of it all, a car drives by, tire hitting the water. This causes the water to spray up and hit me. And then I can hear Jessica whispering in the guy's ear. Things were really starting to heat up with them.
A few months back we had a girls night in and spilled our dirty sex talk secrets. Jessica admitted she used the same line every time. And I quote, "I think my underwear's melting off." Who would fall for that? Apparently men are the dumber species. Alice admitted the only word she could use without cracking up during sex was hot. Like, "This is so hot," or, "You are so hot." But, when you are as gorgeous as Alice, there is no need for anything else. Angela has been with Ben since high school and she admits she doesn't really talk a lot. I guess that happens when you have the perfect relationship. Ben and her are very similar. They are super bright – almost geeky – but have an awesome sense of humor. And when it comes to me, I compliment the guy. "You have such beautiful eyes," and so on. I really just wanted someone to tell me I was beautiful back. That has yet to happen.
"Bella?"
"Where did lover boy go?"
"Oh...to tell the girl that he came with that he's leaving with me."
"Jessica!"
"What? They weren't an item...at least I don't think. I'm sorry about the bonus thing."
"It's okay."
"You want to go for a drink or something?"
"No. I have to get an early start in the morning."
"Shit! I had forgotten all about your dad's funeral! I'm so sorry."
My dad had died recently. I was pretty close to Charlie. He died in a routine car stop. He was the Sheriff of Forks, and they didn't usually stop cars, but he did thinking it was just speeding. Turns out the driver had drugs, got scared, and shot my dad.
"Bella, I know it's a bad time and all...but do you have a condom on you?"
"Yeah."
I reached in my bad and pulled on out. I handed it to Jessica and she smiled brightly at me.
I finally saw another taxi and hailed it.
"Do you think you could take us to -"
"Sorry, no singing," the man said. That's when I noticed Alice and Angela still singing.
"But -"
"My taxi, my rules," he said before speeding off.
Damn.
Now Alice and Angela were doing a routine to some old 80's song. It wasn't good.
I finally saw another taxi and frantically tried to flag it down. I saw other people try to get at it. It pulls over to where we are and I noticed a guy in a suit trying to get it.
"No! It's ours!" I yell as I try to run for the taxi.
That's when I lose my footing on the wet pavement. I was tumbling and I tried to grab anything to keep me up but it wasn't working.
The pavement came at me fast. Shit. This is going to hurt like hell.
Hope you liked it so far. Review please and tell me if you think I shoud continue this. It gets better. I promise.