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Chapter 34 : What Friends are For
I am never going to drink again, I decided. I had made many trips to the bathroom this morning and it wasn't even ten yet. Once Randy and I got back to the hotel, John was waiting for us like he said and he went to get the car after Randy told him what club we were at. Thinking back, I really am glad that John called, who knows what would have happened.
There was two things that I was really mad about from last night. One, Chris was there and that kind of ruined my night for a while. And two, Randy and I kept getting interrupted when we were going to kiss. That was a real downer.
So, here I am now, sitting on the couch, watching TV, and drinking some coffee to try to get rid of this hangover. I had on some old Power Ranger pajama short shorts and a spaghetti strap shirt because the air conditioning isn't working and it is hot in here. One of my favorite shows had just come on when there was a ringing noise. I groaned, knowing who it probably was, and trudged my way to my cell phone. I picked it up and sat back on the couch, barely glancing at the caller ID before I answered.
"Hello." I greeted.
"Well, how are you feeling this morning missy?" The person asked. I sighed.
"Like shit. You can stop making fun of me." I said.
"Ha. Yeah right." He said. "Anyways, to the point of this phone call. I am just getting back from a meeting with the boss, want to meet me for breakfast?" He asked but it really sounded like a demand.
"Sure John. I have nothing better to do." I said while standing up and walking to my suit case to grab some clothes.
"That's the spirit. I'll meet you in twenty?" He asked. I said okay before we hung up. Inside the bathroom I went and straightened my hair, clipping my bangs back. I put on my dark washed jeans and white and turquoise horizontal striped halter top. I put on a little bit of blush, concealer and mascara before I walked out of the bathroom, back over to my suit case to get some shoes. I put some money in my white purse, slipped on some turquoise flip-flops and walked out the door.
When I made it down to the lobby floor, I walked out the elevator and saw John leaning against the opposite wall casually waiting for me. He opened his mouth to say something but I held up a hand to stop him.
"Stop. I know. I look like shit. No need to jog my memory." I said as we started walking.
"I wasn't going to say that. I was just going to say that you are early." He explained. I rolled my eyes as we entered a small restaurant.
"Suure." I said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
We approached the hostess table. "Table for two please." John said to her, not hiding the fact that he was bluntly checking her out. I punched him in the side to get him to stop. He looked down at me with a smiled adorning his features.
"What?" He asked innocently.
"That was rude." I said when we walked away from the table and sat on a bench.
"Hey." He said with a shrug. "I'm a man. She was hot, I was simply showing her my approval." He said happily.
"Whatever." I mumbled needing something to take this headache away.
A couple minutes later, they called out name because our table was ready. We followed the hostess, John of course watching her butt, which, in my opinion, she was shaking a little too much.
After we sat down and ordered our food and drinks we talked about little bits of everything. Once we got our food, John asked me what was really on his mind.
"So, are you and Randy…like…a couple?" He asked while looking at me. I stopped chewing and looked at him. I furrowed my eyebrows and finished chewing slowly, thinking about the answer.
"Well, I don't really know. There were times last night where we were like just friends, but then, we would get in these trances and almost kiss. It's really confusing." I said with a slump in my shoulders.
"You guys will sort it out. I'm sure." He said with a smile before eating again. I looked at him for a little longer before I started eating again too. Once we were done and in the lobby, John striked up the conversation.
"So, what's this I hear of your friend coming to visit?" He asked trying to not sound to curious. I smiled a huge smile at the mention of Charlie.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! She is coming. I'm so excited." I said barely containing my excitement.
"How old is she?" He asked nonchalantly.
"She is same age as me, 21. Her name is Charlie, and she is my best friend. Ever." I said happily.
"Oh really?" He asked, smiling himself. I looked at him and shook my head.
"No John. You can't try to be with her. Leave her alone." I said sternly.
"Who said anything about me being with her?" He asked trying to his the gleam in his eyes. I gave him a hard look.
"I can see it in your eyes. Don't even think about it. She isn't the type of girl to hook up with someone for one night." I said purposely not mentioning the incident with Randy. He looked at my pleading eyes for a minute before sighing and nodding.
"Alright. If you say so. What are friends for." He said as we got in the lobby.
"John. Promise me." I said holding out my pinky. He laughed.
"Your kidding me. Pinky swear?" He asked with humor echoing through his voice.
"John. Promise me." I demanded, holding my pinky farther out.
"Alright, Alright." He said before shaking his pinky with my own.
"But, if she shows an interest in me, I cant say I will be able to control myself." He said before getting out on his floor.
I shook my head. I never even thought that someone could be interested in Charlie. Of course she's gorgeous, but I never thought, until John brought it up, that someone would actually pursue her. But, the more I think about it, the more I realize that guys have been trying to sleep with me since day one, so I cant over look anyone.
