About fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang. Vanessa jogged down the stairs to answer it. There stood her best friend Tina, drenched from head to toe, her long dark hair matted to her face, her mascara ran down her cheeks, her blue tank top was drenched and stuck to her stomach, and her athletic shorts were bunched up. "If I knew, that it was suddenly going to pour, I would have brought an umbrella", she huffed. Vanessa gave a sympathetic smile as her wet friend trudged into the glistening hallway. Vanessa led her friend up the stars to her room. She threw a tank top and shorts to Tina, who went into the bathroom to change.
"You have to keep those", declared Vanessa as Tina came out of the bathroom. The yellow top hugged her slim figure, and the black shorts looked nice on her tan skin. All Tina did was smile. About an hour later, Vanessa came back into the room, carrying a large bowl of popcorn. "As my mom used to say, what's the point of watching a movie without having something to throw at the T.V. when the girl falls for the wrong guy", said Vanessa brightly, joining Tina on the bed. They were going to watch their favorite movie, 'Titanic'. As Vanessa reached over to grab a handful of popcorn, Tina grabbed her wrist. "Ve, where did you get that bruise?" "What bruise?" said Vanessa, trying to brush over the subject. "The one that is on your arm and as big as a softball?" stated Tina. "Oh, that bruise, I accidentally ran into the corner of my dresser." Tina could tell that Vanessa was lying, 'if there's one thing I know about Vanessa, she doesn't have accidents like that', thought Tina, a concerned look in her eyes. 'Something's up'.
