-Chapter Three-
Pat smiles warmly as he hands over the pizza box. He still to this day cuts the pizza into 3 even parts, a feat that almost seems impossible. We don't have the heart to tell him Rose no longer eats the gooey baked bread.
Ducking out of the warm pizzeria into the bitter Autumn chill, we make our way over to Alice's canary yellow Porsche parked across the road and quickly clamber in. Winter is on its way early this year. Its only the beginning of September and we're already experiencing temperatures under 50 degrees.
Out of the howling wind, Alice continues her conversation from before.
"So as I was saying, if you really want to get laid I could totally buy you a prostitute."
"What? I prosta- never mind. Alice I'm not looking for someone to sleep with! Right now I'm just looking for a friend."
Turning her head and raising her eyebrows, she gives me that 'bitch please' look.
"Oh like I believe that! When was the last time you got boned?"
I remember clearly. It was with James Hunter.
I mean its actually not that hard to go down on a girl. You kind of just lick and suck. Ok so in theory that's not all you do but you get the gist. I thought it was natural instinct.
But apparently it wasn't for James.
He employed some technique that honestly felt like a dishwasher and made me wet. And I don't mean in the good way.
"James..."
"Exactly with James!" Alice said pulling up to our apartment, "Look I'm just tryna help a brother out."
I roll my eyes and exit the car.
That's the last time I let her watch White Chicks.
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