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Being grounded sucked. I had absolutely no contact with the outside world. I was not allowed to call and or owl anyone, including my friends from the States. But thankfully my mother did allow them to contact me.
Three days after being grounded, Tiff called me and we scheduled a get together sleep over. Of course it would have to be at my house, since I'm not allowed out. My mother allowed it.
The next weekend, Tiff, Erika, and James all came over. I was very excited about this since I haven't seen James or Erika since last school year. When they arrived, it was an instant hug fest. Tiff, who arrived with them, simply rolled her eyes.
"Oh dear lord, she's the same girl as the last time you saw her," Tiff said, "except slightly more chunky."
"Shut up Tiffany!" I threw a pillow at her head. It hit her right in the face.
"I can forgive you for the pillow, but not for the name calling!" She launched herself at me, tackling me to my bed. I squealed with laughter as she began tickling me. "Take it back Lamel!"
"Never!" I said as she continued to tickle me.
"Take it back!"
"Alight! Alright! I'm sorry! I take it back!" I gave in do to the fact that I couldn't breathe. She ceased her tickling and smiled in victory. "You know Fred didn't think I was fat when he was tearing my clothes off with his teeth!" I stuck out my tongue at Tiff.
"What!" she shrieked, now giving me her full attention, as well as Erika and James.
"Finally you get somewhere! Tiff told us how you got like nowhere. Seriously, it's taken you long enough," Erika said, sitting next to me on the bed. Her hair was a few shades darker than my hair, and it was shorter. She preferred to keep hers in choppy layers. She was thin, sickly thin especially compared to her tall height. She suffered from anorexia for several years and just recently started making improvements. James had dark brown, almost black hair. He liked to give his hair a little spike, and his eyes were blue. From the way he walked, talked, and gestured, it's pretty easy to tell that he's gay.
"Jeez, I say one thing and you all jump to conclusions. Maybe we were just star gazing naked." Tiff burst out laughing.
"Now that's just about the stupidest thing I've ever heard."
"For once in my life, I agree with blondie," James said, sitting Indian style on the floor, pointing towards Tiff. "You don't star gaze naked in the middle of summer. You get mosquitoes bites...in places that aren't fun to itch."
"Right 'cause you would know from experience," I said, rolling my eyes at him.
"What I do in the middle of the night during the summer is my business and my business alone," he said, folding his arms across his chest and giving a huff.
"Yeah, and the whole house's when you when you fall going down the stairs and sprain your ankle," Erika said to her brother, "now shush and let Willow talk."
"Well we didn't go all the way," they all threw up their arms in defeat. "Would you let me finish a sentence? And you know that when I date guys I actually like, I prefer to take things slower. It's more special that way," they shrugged their shoulders. "You guys have been spending way too much time together," I mumbled. "Anyway, we didn't have actual sex, but we did mess around."
"Hand or mouth?" Tiff asked.
"This past time?-"
"Or so there's more times!" she exclaimed excitedly.
"Well yeah, while we were still at school and had some alone time. Strictly hand though."
"And this past time?" Erika asked.
"Well since it was almost our six month anniversary, we added the mouth into the equation."
"Oh! Sounds hot!" said James.
"Now where would you place him on the scale?" Tiff asked, coming over and sitting next to James by the bed.
"Hmm I think he's a little bit smaller than Julian, so number two."
"Please tell me you have a picture," James asked, leaning forward.
"James you idiot, she's not gonna have a picture of that," Erika said, leaning down to smack her brother. "And besides, he's not gay. Clearly."
"I know that Erika. I was just wondering if she had a picture of him in general."
"As a matter of fact I do! I just finished putting all the pictures in the other day and was just contemplating where to hang it." I leaped off the bed and walked over to my dresser. On top of it was the picture frame James had gotten me for Christmas. It was completely filled with pictures. James and Erika rushed towards me.
The first picture was of me in my cheerleader uniform standing next to Tiff in her Quidditch uniform, shifting her broom between her hands from three years ago. The next picture was of the four of us, all dressed up for The End of the Year dance two years ago. The next picture was of Fred and me, he hand his arms wrapped around my waist and planted a kiss on the top of my head. Then came a picture of James and Erika on Halloween from two years ago (they decided to dress up as Sally and Charlie from Charlie Brown). The final picture was another of Fred and I. He would lift up off my feet before setting me gently back on the ground while I squealed in delight.
"He is really cute," Erika said, grabbing the picture frame from my hands.
"Oh he is! And you said he has a twin brother?" commented James, grabbing the frame from his sisters hands.
"I also said that his twin brother is straight," I said, reclaiming my frame. "Where do you think I should but it?"
"Put it on the wall next to your vanity," Tiff suggested.
"Good idea. I'll do that later," I said, and placed the frame back down.
"Well it sounds like you and Mister Fred had some fun then. And who can blame you? With a guy looking like that, I'd be having some fun too," Erika said.
"But there's a sad part. Mom caught me and now I'm completely grounded, meaning I can't leave the house at all this summer. That's why you guys had to come over here."
"That's horrible!" Erika said, rushing to my side. "I think I know what might make you feel better. How about we go and get a iced mocha latte. That always makes me feel better."
"Oh yeah what a bright idea!" Tiff said sarcastically. "Get her all hyped up on caffeine so she can do what? Cry faster than the speed of light? That'll make her feel loads better. And how is she supposed to get this miracle coffee when she can't leave the house?"
"You know what; I was just trying to help my friend feel better. There is no need to get all snippy with me," Erika said, making her voice sound very snobby.
"Well maybe if you came up with a decent idea, I wouldn't need to get snippy," Tiff said, taking a step towards Erika.
"At least I'm actually coming up with ideas." Erika took a step toward Tiff.
"Like that brilliant idea to steal the guy I've been lusting after." Step.
"Someone is insanely jealous that he found me more attractive." Step.
"Only because being a complete bitch is a turn on for him." Step.
"If that's the case then why wasn't he all over you?" Erika and Tiff were now nose to nose, glaring at each other. I sighed. Sometimes it can be hard to tell that we're all friends.
"What's that?" James asked, causing the two girls to breaking their glaring contest. I looked over and saw that he was pointing to the now yellow rose sitting in an empty vase on my nightstand, next to my bed.
"Oh that was a Valentine's Day gift from Fred. It's a mood rose," I said. I casually walked over to it, gingerly taking it out of the vase.
"What does yellow mean?" Erika asked, instantly forgetting her quarrel with Tiff.
"Yellow means I'm frickin' annoyed!" I yelled at her and Tiff.
"Well the maybe you should take some deep cleansing breathes," said Erika.
"Yeah, it's not good to be annoyed," added Tiff. I rolled my eyes. Soon the rose changed back to a deep blood red. It looked almost as if someone had sliced open my vein and let the blood trickle on the flower until it was completely covered. "And red means...?" Tiff asked.
"That I'm in love," I said placing the rose back in the vase. That little comment caused a group "aw!" to which I rolled my eyes again.
Another chapter! YAY! R&R! And is anyone else going to the midnight show of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows? I AM! And I'm dressing up too! Yeah I'm a nerd, what of it?
