A lot had happened the past year. Much of it she couldn't bear any longer. She recounted the harrowing experience as she readjusted the bag on her shoulder. Inside was a long rope she tied into a noose and she was on her way to an abandoned bridge. Living had become a nightmare, even though it was all over. She took a long drag on her cigarette, something she picked up to deal with the stress. Tears leaked down her face. He had given up on her too. He wasn't the only victim. She shook her head as memories flooded her mind.
There were once a pair of two best friends, practically inseparable. They rent an apartment in a small town called Arlen. Amy works as a waitress while Bailey is a cashier at Mega lo Mart. They spent most of their free time catfishing the locals and playing video games. Amy was the older one at age 25 while Bailey was 23. Amy had a chin length brown bob, sun-kissed skin, and was of average height and build. Bailey was a little on the heavy side with medium length dyed golden blonde hair and slightly tanned skin. Bailey wanted to leave Arlen, but Amy wanted to stay put, so here they were.
It had been a long at day at work for the both of them. Amy picked Bailey up from work and they went to Pancake Shack for dinner. "I got another one on the hook and he's desperate! I took a pic of my knuckles and said it was my cleavage and he about exploded!" Bailey laughed and showed Amber her Tinder messages. Amber laughed and took the phone out of Bailey's hands. She fired out a message with a devilish smirk on her face. "What'd you say?" She asked eagerly. "I said I was feeling insecure and asked if I looked okay. Then I sent this." Amy said with a laugh, handing Bailey her phone back. Bailey stared at the photo, it was of some random woman that looked similar to their profile picture dressed in barely there lingerie. "Oh my god!" She laughed.
They placed their orders and continued to message various people on the app. Snickering and laughing the whole time. "Ask him if we can have his liver." Bailey said before taking a sip of her sprite. Amy did, a wide grin on her face. "When we get home we should watch that new show I was telling you about." Amy said, her eyes glued to Bailey's phone. "Sure, I've been wanting to watch it too." Bailey said with a laugh. Their current victim was a mid forties man with too much time on his hands. "Ew he asked for feet pics!" Cried Amy. "Send him some wacky diseased looking foot and ask if he wants to suck on your toes." Bailey said with a laugh. Amy found some foul funky looking foot pic and sent it. "Oh god he's still typing!" She exclaimed. "Oh no." Said Bailey wondering why he had so much to say about the foot pic. "Maybe he thinks its hot?" She added. "He said we need to see a doctor!" Amy snorted. " Tell him the only way to fix our feet is too suck on the toes. Like a princess kissing a frog." Bailey laughed. "Ask him to jerk off to it." She asked. Amy did with a grin. "This is so gross." She laughed.
Their food came and they set the phone aside. They chatted about their day and more ideas to have fun with the catfishing. "We would be set like kings if we sold legit feet pics." Amy suggested. "True...but i don't like the idea of some rando getting off to my feet." Bailey said before taking another bite of her waffle. "Yea, but money." Amber said. "True..." Bailey reluctantly agreed.
"I wanna get out of this town so bad!" She said after a few moments. "We're staying here!" Amy said firmly. "Why? There's nothing to do here." Bailey whined. "I love it here!" Amy said with a smile. Bailey sighed. "You know you won't leave me." Amy said knowingly. Bailey sagged in her seat. She was right. "Besides, there's plenty of things to do online, like fuck with dudes and watch shows." Amy reassured her. "I don't find any of the guys here cute. I just wanna move closer to a city and maybe meet someone and go to school." Bailey said irritably. "How many times are we going to go over this? Arlen is amazing and you're just being picky." Amy said with an eye roll. Bailey finished her meal quietly as Amy talked in length about her day at work.
Bailey was quiet on the ride home too, much to Amy's annoyance. "What's wrong." She demanded. Bailey shook her head and sighed. "Nothing. I'm just tired." She lied. Amy left it at that. They arrived at their apartment and parked. Bailey was typing away in her phone on her way up the stairs, following Amy. They go inside. Amy plopped on the couch while Bailey sat on the much too small bean bag. She snickered.
"What's so funny?" Amy asked curiously. " He asked what I do for a living so I told him I milk beetles all day." Bailey said with grin. "Oh my god. What did he say?" Amy asked as she was putting on a show. "He said really? That's cooler than my job." She said. "I wanna tell him I wanna milk his bones next." Bailey said with a laugh. Amber snorted. "He said he's an Army Barber lmao." Bailey said. "Tell him to keep the hair and glue it to his head." Amy said with a mean smirk. "Okay." Bailey said with a laugh and did just that.
"He asked why am I so mean." She laughed. "Ask him why he's a little bitch." Amy said, with an eye roll. Bailey talked to Bill off and on while watching the show Amy put on. "Tell him to meet you at The Sports Bar tomorrow night." Amy said. "We're gonna meet him there." She said with a devilish grin. "Ew, no." Bailey protested. "It's not like he'll know who we are." Amy reassured her. "Fine." Bailey said reluctantly and set up a date with him.
"Trust me, this is gonna be funny." Amy said. "I hope so, Amy..." Bailey said losing her good mood.
Bill was ecstatic when the woman he had been messaging on Tinder asked him on a date! Even if she did have funky feet, he could work past that. He stared at his reflection in the microwave door as his frozen meal cooked. He deflated some, would she even show up? He kept thinking about their conversation. Sure she was little mean but overall really cute and funny. And by god did he want to bust in her pants. He couldn't wait for tomorrow. It was refreshing since no one would match with him, save for a few desperate women his age. Those dates did not pan out well. He hoped this one would be different. The microwave dinged, pulling him out of his thoughts. He grabbed his dinner and hot potatoed it to his couch.
He turned on the game but couldn't concentrate on it. He kept waiting for a reply, but the woman wasn't on. Bill didn't want to stop talking to her. He sighed heavily and ate his meal by his lonesome.
A/N: Thanks for reading!