AN: Okay so I know, I have not updated in about six months. And I know a lot of people are wondering if I have abondoned this story or they will not review it anymore. I understand if oyu are angry, BUT I am getting this chapter up NOW. And I think it's better late than never. :) I am not even going to bore you with my reasons to why I didnt update because they are pretty much irrelevant. And I just want everyone to know that I fully intend to finish this story. This specific chapter has been chopped into three different parts so this is just part one. I hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me and still read and review. Thank you! XD
Diclaimer: I own nothing but Francia.
I don't know what came over me. In an instant I had dropped the basket and was dragging Francia out of the store.
"Princess, where are we going?" She asked me, but I didn't respond. I threw open my car door and jumped in the driver's side. "Princess!" She shook my arm. I looked at her.
"You scared the crap out of me" My voice was nothing above a whisper.
Francia laughed lightly. "How?"
"The way you yelled at Lauren and Jessica in there. How did you do that?" I asked, bewildered
Francia looked at me like I had suddenly grown another head. "You taught me how, Bella" Francia said slowly, like she was shocked I didn't already know. "At least, I think you did. We have been friends for so long, it's hard to tell who taught who."
"I could never do that," I argued. I was too shy to ever say something like that to someone.
"What the hell are you talking about, girl?" Francia asked me, her eyes narrowed.
"What?" I exclaimed
"How many time in the past have you slapped me for saying something to you that you didn't like or as a joke?" Coco started asking me rhetorical questions.
I avoided eye contact. "Only a few…." I said after a minute. That cracked Coco up.
"You remember our staring contest? I was about to win and then you slapped me to make me blink," She was grinning. She pulled up her purse from the floor of my truck.
"I was pregnant and hormonal" I tried to make excuses for myself.
"We were twelve" Her eyes cut to me
"Oh" I said, smiling now.
"So…" Coco started to change the subject.
"Yes" I eyed her suspiciously, as I turned on the car.
"Let's talk more about your boyfriend." She smiled
All the way home we talked about Edward and the Cullens. As we walked into the house we were talking about this guy Francia had just had sex with.
"What's he like?" I asked, as I looked through my closet, at the clothes Alice had placed there.
"Nothing like Ricky" Francia sighed as she plopped down on my bed.
"Wouldn't that be a good thing for you?" I asked, "I thought you were done with him?" I teased
"Shut up" She laughed and buried her face in my pillow. "I love Ricky," She stated. I was the probably the only person she had ever told that to. Well openly at least.
"Oh yeah, me too!" I faked enthusiasm
She rolled her eyes. "I mean for real" She said in a flat tone
"Me too" I argued. I went back to looking through my closet. "What do you think of these clothes?" I asked Francia
She scanned the closet. "Let me get a closer look" She started to climb off my bed. As she did she stepped on my white plastic bin that was sticking out under the bed. "What's this?" She said mainly to herself as she lifted the lid.
"My old clothes" I replied
"Why are they still in a plastic box?" She asked wryly. "Have you not heard of unpacking?"
"I was getting around to it," I teased
"Why don't you wear this?" Francia asked. I looked over my shoulder to see her holding up my super short black leather skirt and a sea foam blue halter-top. There were matching high heels and fishnets.
"Yeah, no." I shook my head
"Why not?" She exclaimed
"I don't want to look like a total slut" I reasoned.
"I thought everyone was already calling you a slut?" She asked
"Yeah, so I should indorse it? Great idea" I said sarcastically.
"Hey, if you got the title, use it" She shrugged.
I looked at her then back the outfit lying across my bed. I looked and saw Francia was only wearing jean shorts and a tank top with wedged heels. I wouldn't be the only one to wear this stuff.
I really did like my old clothes. I caved. "Fine, but if Charlie or Edward shoots me, it's on you" I said wryly as she giggled.
They fit me perfectly. I went into the bathroom and checked myself out. The only issue was that my legs are pale as a hospital sheet.
"Hey, girly" I called surprised I has just said 'girly'. I felt like a fifteen year old again. "Do you have fake tan?" I asked, without much hope
"Yeah," she said to my surprise. I heard her unzip her bag then throw a bottle of sunless tan at me. And it wasn't even a dark shade too. This way it looked more realistic.
I fake tanned while she talked. She told me how much everyone missed me. And how stupid some of the guys that she had slept with were.
"It's amazing you've never had an STD" I commented
She threw her brush that she'd pulled out of her purse, at me. "I'm careful" Coco defended.
"You've done some pretty nasty guy, Coco"
"I've done the same guys, you think are hot" She pointed out
"And half the basketball team" I teased. She flipped me off as I laughed.
"Tell me more about your mysterious daddy" Francia teased
"My dad is the last thing from mysterious. He's just an asshole," I said without much feeling. I might as well have been telling her the sky was blue.
"So you and him really don't get along" Francia assumed
"Yep"
"Why?" Coco asked. I could always count on her to press an issue I no longer wanted to talk about.
"Because there is no magical father daughter bond between me and the jerk that supplied half of my genetics!" I half yelled
"Calm down, chica" Coco said. "Are you always this moody?" She asked
"Only when someone brings up Charlie." I half laughed at myself. "Or at least lately."
"You call your dad by his first name?" Francia raised one eyebrow.
"Yes" I said without any emotion again. "What do you call yours? Daddy?" I mocked
"No. The name Dad works too" She shot back.
"I'm all done fake tanning." I said as I handed her back her bottle. "How much do you carry in your bag?" I asked randomly
"A lot" She chuckled. "I carry makeup, hair accessories, a brush, emergency shampoo and hair mouse, nail polish, nail file, a mirror, lip plumper, sunglasses, I have fifty bucks stashed in the bottom and earrings and about fifteen bellybutton rings." She listed off
"What happens if you get jumped?" I asked wryly while washing my hands
"I'll fight them," She said sarcastically
"Hate to break it to you but you're only about 5 feet, 2 inches." I pointed out
"Princess, I'm 5'4. You're only 5 feet, 2 inches," She said incredulously
"And you don't see me trying to fight anyone!" I exclaimed
"You should," She said under her breath
I sighed. "Yeah, I know" I wanted to change the subject. Then something she had said while listing the items in her purse caught up with me. "Did you say you have belly button rings?" I asked
Francia made eye contact with me, knowing we were having the same thought. She pulled one out of her purse.
"Don't hurt me." I said, afraid of pain
"Did I hurt you when we were twelve and I repierced your ear?" She said knowingly
"No" I stated
"Okay, then this won't hurt" Francia said.
"You sure you don't want me to do it" I asked as she alcoholed the needle.
"You'd probably stab yourself, Princess"
"Probably," I agreed. "Okay," I managed to lift my shirt up to my belly. "Count to three before you repierce it" I told her
"One two" She repierced it on two, "three" She said after she was done.
"You told me you'd do it on three!" I accused
"Yeah but I got it over with quicker" Coco pointed out
"By a whole fricken second" I threw my hands up in the air.
"Did it hurt?" She asked as I pulled my shirt down
I hadn't even remembered the pain. "No" I said sheepishly
Coco laughed. We talked some more as we walked down the stairs, into the living room. I pulled out my cell phone.
"Let me see that" She said, as I handed it to her. "You still have all the same contacts and messages, you know" Coco pointed out as we sat down
"Yep. I want to keep Taylor's last message on there." I said, knowing Francia would understand.
"I miss her so much," She said quietly after a moment.
"Me too" I said quietly, "Did you ever find out who did it?" I asked
"Nope. They're calling it a cold case," Francia informed me. I could tell she wasn't happy that they'd given up on finding the murder.
"That's crap. I could get Charlie to-" I stopped mid-sentence. I had almost forgot that Charlie and me were not on good terms. That's not supposed to bug me. I tried to pretend it didn't.
"What?" Francia hadn't comprehended what I had just said.
"Never mind" I shook it off. "Let's do something more important. Oh! I know! Let's call Ricky!" I suggested, teasing Francia.
"Do you really want to?" Coco asked me seriously.
I laughed, "Sure" I pulled my iPhone out of Francia's hand and dialed the number 123456.
"Hello?" Ricky answered
"I love you!" I shouted into the phone
He laughed. "I take it you're not mad at me" He assumed
"For what?" I asked
"For not telling you that Francia was coming to visit," He reminded me
"Oh that," I said in a flat voice
Francia nudged me. "Hey Ricky," She said into the phone
"Hey," He said in a monotone.
I almost asked what was up between those two but I figured it was probably going to be something that I didn't need or want to know and Ricky wouldn't say anything and Francia would give me every detail, to the way he walked up to her, to the way his six pack felt, to the time it took and how long he stayed after. Too much information for me to have and still look Francia and Ricky in the eye. That is if I ever see Ricky again. The chances were actually increasing.
"Hola" I said. Francia gave me a 'what the hell' look. "Just trying to lighten the mood here" I defended myself
Ricky laughed. "I love you, Bella," He said randomly.
"I love you too," I laughed
"Don't you have a boyfriend?" Coco pointed out, annoyed
"Yes," I answered. "Just because I have a boyfriend doesn't mean I can't love my best friends," I stated. "I love Ricky the way I love Alice."
"What about me?" Francia exclaimed
"Oh yeah, you too" I pretended I forgot her.
She fake glared at me.
"So how's life?" I directed the conversation back to Ricky.
"The usual" He said back.
"Wow, aren't you talkative." I replied
"If you want to get your ear talked off, talk to Francia."
"Thanks" Coco was being sarcastic. I laughed
"Your welcome" He said in a satisfied tone.
"You two are weird," I pointed out to them
"Shut up," They both said at the same time
"Well, don't I just have the most loving friends" I exclaimed
"Yes, you do" Ricky said at the same time as Francia changed the subject. "You know what's weird?" She asked
"What?" I asked
"We've gone this whole time without actually carrying up a conversation" She stated
"We've had a conversation," I argued
"No we haven't" Coco fought back
"Yes we have," I laughed a little
"No we haven't" She was obviously determined to win.
"We so have!" I had no idea why I was talking like that.
"What have we been talking about then?" She asked
"I don't know" I raised my voice. I'm pretty sure Ricky tried to get something in there but neither of us were paying attention.
"Then we haven't been having a conversation" She pointed out.
"But we've been talking!" I exclaimed
"That's not holding up a conversation" Francia shot back
"Yes it is" I was determined to be right.
"You two have totally lost me!" Ricky joined back in.
"I figured," I said
"What are you two doing anyway?" Ricky asked. "Trying to be the new Nate/Princess combo." Ricky was taking a hit at how much Nate and me fought. Francia laughed.
"Shove it, you two" I ordered and rolled my eyes.
"Well, I better go. It sounds like Princess is starting PMS" Ricky teased
My mouth dropped. "I'm hanging up," I said as I pushed the end button. It disconnected.
"I really don't know what you see in him," I said to Coco.
"It's more like what I see of him," She said casually.
"Eww, gross!" My face squished up
Francia rolled her eyes. "I heard all about yours and Nate's sex, I think you can deal with hearing about me and Ricky"
"So….." I changed the subject. "Do you love him?" I teased
"He doesn't love me," She said as a matter of fact.
"That's not true." I said in a quite voice.
"If he loves someone, he doesn't announce it." Francia shared. "Except for you," She added
"Does it ever make you mad?" I asked, knowing if it was Edward and me. I wouldn't like him talking that way to other girls. Especially if he wasn't saying it to me.
"Not at you." Francia assured me. "More at Ricky, considering you don't make him say it. Plus you don't have any sexual intentions with Ricky." She paused, "You don't have nay sexual intentions with Ricky, do you?"
"Hell no" I exclaimed.
Just then I felt a pair of cold arms wrap around my waist.
AN: Sorry, that was a really crappy place to leave off but there really was no good place. There is alot more. Trust me, I know this chapter isn't very eventful. Origanally this chapter was 25 pages in a word docuement. The next will be up soon. I know I really shouldn't be asking but please review. Thanks