Chapter 38
Before He Cheats
We are friends
I got your back
You got mine,
I'll help you out
Anytime!
To see you hurt
To see you cry
Makes me weep
And wanna die
And if you agree
To never fight
It wouldn't matter
Who's wrong or right
If a broken heart
Needs a mend
I'll be right there
Till the end
If your cheeks are wet
From drops of tears
Don't worry
Let go of your fears
Hand in hand
Love is sent,
We'll be friends
Till the end!
Angelica N. Brissett
I flipped through the bridal magazine with impatience. I hadn't a clue what kind of wedding I wanted. Donna had shipped a package to me here in London shortly after we came home from our LA trip, it had a wedding planner three ring binder and endless bridal magazines. She was really the sweetest thing ever but it was making me stressed out. The boys were going to play pool and give us girls some girl time. Some best friend bonding.
"Oh this is so pretty." Laura gushed and turned around the magazine she was holding. It was a gorgeous dress, I wasn't sure it was me though.
"I think I'm looking for something lace." Angie flipped through a magazine she had in her lap. "See anything you like Bren?" Laura looked up from her magazine. She wasn't engaged yet but since Angie and I were, she was really into it.
"Isn't planning a wedding suppose to be really fun? And aren't I suppose to want everything perfect and turn all bridezilla? Is it weird I think I just want something small? Uh it's so stressful!" I tossed the magazine on the coffee table dramatically. I looked back and forth between Laura and Angie, I had just had a small little tantrum that was for sure. Laura laughed as she set down her magazine.
"Okay." Her hands went up, "I got an idea." She got up from the couch and walked into my kitchen. I heard her clinking glasses and shutting cupboards, I looked at Angie who had set down her magazine and grabbed her guitar.
"How did the meeting with the manager go Ang?" I asked remembering she had a meeting the day before.
She strummed softly, "It went ok." she shrugged.
"Only okay?" well that sucks.
Angie took a deep breath and sighed, "No it went really well, they had me pick about 4 songs for my EP. They want to start recording it next week."
I smiled, "Thats amazing Angie…I'm so proud of you. Why aren't you excited? Isn't this what you wanted?" I was confused, the news sounded great but by the look of Angie she wasn't jumping for joy.
"No…it totally is, I picked four songs, Fade into you, Wrong song, I Never needed you like I do right now, As the Crow flies." All great songs, so what was the problem. Angie sighed again, "They want me to write one more. Something upbeat, they said like Wrong song…You outta know like, when they heard me sing it that night at the bar, a scorned girl power song. It's just…I'm not in that place, I'm really having trouble with it." Now I understood.
Laura came in holding 3 shot glasses with her fingers and a bottle of Jameson under her arm. She set it down on the coffee table, we watched her pour three shots before she sat back down on the couch. "Angie…how hard is it to dig into how you were feeling months ago?" Laura said overhearing the conversation.
"That's easy for you to say Laura…Eric is the perfect boyfriend…he worships you and he has never cheated on you…I don't want to relive that. I'm happy right now, I'm getting married next year. I want to move on from that shit time."
Laura passed out the shots she poured, "Ok girls…relax…shot and then I'll tell you about Brian." She raised one eyebrow and held up her shot. I picked mine up now curious about Brian. I had lived with Laura, been friends with her for years now, she never told me about a Brian.
Angie smiled and lifted her shot, we clanked them together and I lifted the shot glass to my lips, taking the whiskey back like a champ. It burned my throat for a minute but I licked my lips really enjoying a good whiskey.
Laura set down her glass, "Ok So Brian was my secondary school boyfriend. We went out my second year until my fourth year. I was completely in love with him." Ok so this was Laura's high school boyfriend, I had lived in London long enough that I knew what the called stuff. So they started dating sophomore year up until senior year. Sounded familiar. "I went on holiday with my family and when I got back, he was acting odd. Being extra nice to me and buying me gifts, I let it go but I went to my a friends party and noticed he was dancing with Natasha Blake." Her eyes squinted tightly and she hissed her name. "She was this blonde slag…rubbish I tell ya." Angie and I giggled, "I cut in and danced with Brian, I noticed she kept looking at us, I asked Brian about it and he shrugged me off. So I went to get our drinks, being asked to bring blonde slag a wine cooler and when I went to find Brian I found him knob deep in that twat." She sighed remembering, "Come to find out they had been secretly seeing each other since my holiday and he had been shaggin us both." She poured three more shots.
My eyes widened, "Oh my God Laura…I'm so sorry that's terrible." And it was, I felt like I knew exactly what she went through but geez Dylan and Kelly had fooled around but they hadn't slept together and to my knowledge he wasn't seeing us both…not for long anyway.
"So…Eric may be my prince charming but I've been through wankers."
The three of us took another shot. Angie started playing an intro on her guitar, it sounded good.
"That's all I have." She looked at us sadly, "I thought about asking Dylan to help me." She laughed out loud, "What would he know about a scorned woman?"
I pursued my lips together and shook my head, "Absolutely nothing." I agreed, "Not that I haven't cheated on Dylan myself but boys handle stuff so differently." Laura nodded, knowing my past with Dylan. Angie stared at me seriously, by the look on her face, she had known of my latest tryst with Mark. I wasn't surprised Mark would tell Tyler who in which would tell Angie. I looked down feeling embarrassed.
"What if we helped you Ang?" Laura grabbed a yellow legal pad sitting on the coffee table I had gotten out in attempt to jot down wedding ideas. The pad was blank. "Ok…the girls our men cheated with. Mine was that blonde twat." She looked at me.
"Ummm…Dylan cheated on me with a blonde surfer girl named Sarah, my blonde best friend Kelly, some other slut he brought to Baja named Stacy, I picture her blonde though…he also slept with my childhood best friend Valerie…not blonde." I added.
"Tyler's tramp was blonde too, I think her name was Stacy too." Angie's opened her mouth and gave me a high five, not exactly sure why.
"Ok Blonde tramps." Laura wrote down on the pad. "What else?"
"I caught Tyler playing pool and grabbing some girl named Tiffany's ass while he made out with her, when he first moved here." Angie chimed in.
"Oh yeah…I remember that…he was showing her how to shoot a combo…and then Mark fucked her." Bitch I thought. I gasped, "Dylan met Valerie at a pool hall." I could actually picture that.
" Grrr." Angie growled.
"Shooting pool…combo…got it." Laura wrote with enthusiasm.
We thought silently. A full two minutes must have passed before Angie spoke.
"I vandalized Tyler's truck in Texas." her voice small and quiet.
"Shut the fuck up." I smiled. "How?"
She cleared her throat, rather embarrassed, "He screwed around with two different friends of mine, they weren't good friends more acquaintances but I caught him getting a rim job at a party senior year with Melissa…and then he fucked Crystal in her mini van the following night. So I…" she stopped.
"Angie!." Laura yelled with a laugh, "Tell us!."
"I keyed it…and took a baseball bat to the head lights and windows." she shrugged sweetly.
"Holy Fuck." I whispered, "If I did that to Dylan's Porsche I would have been dead." No doubt. I was shocked, here was Angie this sweet southern belle, who weighed a buck ten, who knew? "What did he do?"
Angie laughed, "He was so pissed." she continued to crack up. "But…he came crawling back knowing he had fucked up."
Laura stared at her, "You are an inspiration.' she whispered. She blinked and shook her head pouring another round of shots. "To the baddest bitch we know." she held up her shot glass. I smiled taking mine. "And maybe next time he'll think before he cheats." she clinked hers with ours.
"He didn't." Angie sighed, "But it wasn't until we came here that he did again. Maybe he knew he didn't have a car here." We all giggled. I felt a little drunk and then it came to me.
"That's it!" I yelled happily. The girls stared at me like I was nuts. "Ok play that rift again."
"Right now…he's probably slow dancing with a bleach blonde tramp and she is probably getting frisky." I sang in tune to her guitar. She smiled.
"Right now…he's probably buying her some fruity little drink cause she can't shoot whiskey." Laura lifted her filled shot glass and took it back. I smiled.
"Right now…he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick showing her how to shoot a combo." Angie sang and I pretended to gag with my tongue out thinking about Mark.
"And he don't know…" she continued.
Angie got up and danced around playing her guitar, Laura and I feeling no pain joined her. She sang the chorus.
"I dug my key into the side of his
Pretty little souped up 4-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights
Slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats."
Holy shit this was good. Angie thought hard.
"Right now…she's probably up singing some white-trash version of Shania karaoke."
"Did that happen?" I asked with a laugh. She nodded.
"Right now…she's probably saying…I'm drunk" my voice prissy, "And he's a-thinking that he's gonna get lucky." Fucking Mark.
Laura lifted her hands up, "Right now…he's probably dabbing on 3 dollars worth of that bathroom Polo." She yelled as she sang. That was actually an inside joke with us about boys at the bars near school who try too hard. They would reek of Polo Cologne and then one day, we found out from Eric that they had Polo in the boys bathroom. We laughed and danced, we were having the best time.
"And he don't know." Angie's gorgeous voice sang loudly as it rang out in my apartment. We sang the chorus again with her.
I belted out, "I might have saved a little trouble for the next girl."
"Because the next time that he cheats…you know it won't be on me." Laura lifted her finger back and forth between me and Angie, considering we were both with our so called cheaters. Water under the bridge, the only thing Angie and I did was smile at each other and dance around to her rocking out on the guitar. I loved my girls, they were the best friends I could have ever asked for. She played the song again from the beginning, all of us singing.
DPOV
We gathered outside my front door listening to the girls. I looked at Eric, Tyler and Mark with wide eyes.
"Are they talking about us?" Tyler mouth dropped.
"Pssh. Not me." I pulled my shirt proudly. Then they sang about a pool stick showing her a combo and I instantly thought about Valerie, Oh shit. "A combo?" I whispered.
Mark and Tyler looked at me, "You too?" they both whispered. I swallowed hard. We stared at the door. I reached in my pocket to pull out my keys. They were singing so loudly I doubt they would hear us. I stuck it in the lock turning it slowly. I pushed open the door, and all four of us guys stared at the scene in front of us. Angie played the shit out of her guitar dancing around while Laura was standing on top of my couch shaking her ass while Brenda sang dancing around with her eyes closed. Her face was flushed and I took in the whiskey on the coffee table. They were drunk, I chuckled quietly hearing them yell what seemed like the chorus.
We were enjoying the view when Brenda's eyes opened and she saw us. She cleared her throat loudly and all singing and the guitar stopped abruptly.
"You wrote a song about the time you killed my truck?" Tyler frowned hurt.
I pursued my lips together trying not to laugh. I silently thanked god Brenda never touched my Porsche. I might have killed her if she did that.
"Um…well…" Angie looked at Brenda then Laura, she squared her shoulders back proudly and lifted her chin a little, "Yeah…I did. Actually we all did."
Tyler stepped forward, "Why?"
"Carol…wanted a girl power song." she said shyly. He looked at her intensely.
"Wait…" Eric walked through the door, "You all wrote it? I never cheated on you." Eric directed the question towards Laura. I found it sort of comical these guys were that surprised. Then again besides the pool stick thing, I hadn't heard lyrics like you dumped me for my best friend, or you cheated on me the summer I went to Paris.
"Not you babe…Brian." Laura hopped off the couch.
Eric sighed, "Brian." he gritted his teeth. I guess he doesn't like Brian.
"Shania Karaoke?" Tyler whined, "Annng."
She smiled, "She did." she said innocently. I didn't get it.
"What about you?" I eyed Brenda, "Which part is yours?" she looked down shyly with a smile.
"Umm…blonde tramp getting frisky." I laughed out loud, I should have known. "Ummm the pool stick was Ang…but…I kind of inspired it. I blinked a few times, did she know?
She pointed at me, "Valerie." she pointed at Mark, "Slut from the pool hall." Mark crossed his arms and looked down ashamed. Shit she knew.
"My god we leave you girls alone for a couple hours and you write a man hatin song." Tyler shuffled over to the couch and plopped down. "Well…christ play it for us." he smiled. His embarrassment shedding, now his eyes showed proud of his girl. "I mean my poor Delilah did die for this song." Delilah? We looked at him, "My truck." he answered my silent question.
Mark laughed out loud, "I remember that story."
Brenda cleared her throat, "I have another one in there for you." she said with attitude and he shut up really quickly. I rolled my eyes. I was cool with Mark but fuck if I wanted to hear about their relationship. Fuck no.
Angie's song sounded good from what we heard from the hallway, I wanted to hear it too. Tyler said she was laying down tracks on her EP, which I had to ask what an EP was, it's like a mini album. I was very exited for her. Proud even, she was like another sister to me.
Laura looked at the girls and shrugged, "Shall we girls?" They smiled at her and we all joined Tyler on the couch as the girls stood before us.
The song began and I smiled at the girls, they were all feeling good by the looks of it and the half full bottle of whiskey on my table. The guys cracked up about bathroom polo and I only half way got the joke. I mean…they did have Polo cologne in the bathroom at the pub. I also thought it was hilarious when Brenda sang to Mark rudely about some girl acting drunk and him getting lucky. I couldn't help but feel a little superior that besides the pool stick, I didn't think this song was about me. Or at least directly.
After everyone went home, Brenda and I got ready for bed. I stared at her, she looked sexy in her silky nightgown she was wearing.
"Did Angie really do all that to Tyler's Ford F-250?" I asked curiously.
Brenda smiled and nodded, "Yep. Can you imagine?" she pulled the covers down and sat on her side of the bed.
"God no…you would never do that to my girl." My speedster that I had loved but put it in storage after Toni died.
Brenda sat quiet…too quiet, "Right?" I looked at her a hint of a smile behind her lips.
"I guess that depends." she laughed. "Now that the idea is in my head."
I grabbed her and pulled her to me roughly, "Stop…you're a bad girl." I whispered her lips against mine.
She smiled wider, "I dug my keys into the side of his pretty little black 1956 Porsche speedster…carved my name into his bucket seats." she sang and I laughed. "Maybe next time he'll think…before he cheats." she whispered and kissed me deeply.
"You wouldn't." I whispered back as I hovered over her. She raised her eyebrows at me, challenging me. I was so turned on, hmm maybe that's why Tyler forgave Angie, is that possible? Do we like the crazy ones? No…Brenda wouldn't ever do that, but this bad ass tough girl act, was sexy as fuck. Soon my boxers were on the ground with her blue lace panties, I left her sexy silky nightgown on but pulled it down under her breasts so I could play and see them. As I slipped into my Brenda, I thanked god my girl never took a Louisville slugger to my Porsche, god knows I had deserved it a few times. I was also happy that my cheating days were far behind me and that her recent cheater stories were of Mark. That night, we had sex roughly, it was full of passion and loud, which Brenda got when she had been drinking. What can I say…We were home again, we had great friends here…Life was good.
So a fun little chapter with Brenda and Dylan's London friends. I heard this song last week and I was jamming in the car and came up with the idea for this chapter. Hope you liked it. I'm still working on Little Fish. I haven't forgotten about it, but this one hadn't been updated in awhile and I missed my London lovers. Anyway hit review and show me some love.