-Chapter Four-
By the time we walk into our apartment, Alice's fat grey tabby is scratching up a storm in protest of being left alone.
Our apartment is both vintage and modern; clean white walls and furnishings with antique pieces scattered throughout the flat. It's a cosy two bedroom place in Bellevue's Metropolitan area. The best part of the apartment is the spacious living room that opens up to the spectacular view of Lake Washington; an Arctic Wonderland straight out of Frozen in winter. As I said before, I wouldn't have been able to afford lease if it weren't for Alice's insistence to live with me by lowering my half rent.
I place the pizza on the living room table while Alice cracks open 2 ice cold Heinekens. When she returns she hands me a beer and frowns.
"No Mr Tibbles, that's my seat silly," she hurls the cat off her couch which I secretly give her credit for because that cat is huge. And I don't mean a couple of extra pounds overweight, I'm talking about Fat Amy eating Oprah fat. But that still doesn't stop her from pulling off a piece of pepperoni and feeding Mr Tibbles.
I grab myself a slice of Pat's Pizza and take a bite letting out a full on porn star moan. This is the stuff that I'm sure is served in Heaven; slightly crispy base, loads of cheese, sauce and pepperoni cooked to perfection. Pat makes a mean pizza.
"Well if you're still going through with the legion for desperate hook ups, will you at least let me doll you up?"
I take another bite while I consider her proposal. Our idea of 'dolled up' are two very different things. While my mantra is 'simple, yet classy', hers is something like 'if Alexander McQueen and Dolly Parton had a baby, one must look like that. Oh, and it should reflect a small amount of it's godfather, Prince.'
Now you can see why I'm scared.
"I don't know Al..." I trail off.
"Please Bella, it's all I ask," and BAM, she's giving me the puppy dog eyes.
"Fine," I sigh as a piece of greasy pepperoni slides off my slice and onto the floor. I see Mr. Tibbles make a slight lunge at it but Alice clings on to him tighter.
She lets out a shrill scream and I'm sure somewhere in the distance I can hear dogs howl.
"Oh my god yay! I promise you won't regret this! I'll make you look smokin' for all the boys, won't I Mr Tibbles? Yes I will," she coos as she rubs her cat affectionately and just like that I'm forgotten to an overgrown feline.
Does anyone else have realistic dreams of pizza and wake up heartbroken? Yeah...me neither...