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Tell It Like It Is

Chapter 2

"Lizzy Morgan! Please explain to me why you decided to agree to a book without the approval or advice of your manager!"

Lizzy leaned forward across her bathroom counter and slid her eyeliner pencil carefully across the edges of her eyelid.

"If I told you, you'd call me a horrible human being," she muttered as she stood back straight and capped her pencil.

"I already think that based on the torture you manage to put your best friend through," Corey muttered slamming her palm roughly onto the counter while Lizzy giggled at her pain filled expression.

Lizzy shrugged as she put her boot onto the edge of the bathtub and zipped up her thigh high's. "You were the one that agreed to be my manager after college. And what are you complaining about? If it wasn't for me you wouldn't have your own firm at the young age of 27?"

Corey practically growled at her as Anya, their other roommate, squeezed herself into the tiny bathroom and gestured for Lizzy to zip up the back of her dress. Technically it was about the size of a shirt but Anya wore it as a dress and no one would ever think to call her out on it.

"Anya don't you think Lizzy is ridiculous?" Corey asked while pulling her hair up into a light twist so that wisps of her brown hair fell loosely around her neck.

Anya didn't look up from where she'd crouched to try and extricate her hair straightener from their tangle of electronic beauty equipment that existed beneath their sink. "Yes," she said in between mutterings about, "those stupid cords."

"Hey!" Lizzy lifted her arms to help her deodorant dry under her arm pits and looked at Anya incredulously. "You don't even know what we're talking about!"

Anya stood, hair straightener in hand, and shrugged at Lizzy as she plugged it into the last remaining bathroom socket. "So? I know you, and that's enough to know that you're ridiculous."

Lizzy squeaked as if she were actually upset by such a comment while Corey giggled and cocked her head to the side to check the angle that her swooping bangs made as they cut across her forehead and allowed the cute little freckles across her face to peek out from behind them.

"See!" she practically sang.

Lizzy finished putting on her favorite mocha color lipstick and sat onto the lid of the toilet. "I don't see what's so unreasonable about agreeing to write a book," she said simply as she squeezed her arms together to check out her cleavage.

"Oh. You're writing a book then?" Anya asked as she shimmer dusted her own cleavage.

"No she's not!" Corey practically shouted whirling from the mirror to stare Lizzy down. "I refuse to let her."

Lizzy scowled at her and pinched her lips into a bitch snarl.

Anya just chuckled softly. "Sure… right you go right on ahead with that Core." Anya grabbed her second shade of eye shadow and dusted the corner and bottom edges of her eyes. "So Liz do you think I'll be a central or minor character in this book?"

"Well-"

"There is no book!" Corey was somewhere in between pleading and yelling. "If Lizzy writes this book, it will be for all the wrong reasons!"

"I wasn't aware there was a right reason to write a book," Lizzy said simply and smiled at her best friend.

"There isn't." Corey stood right over top of Lizzy and stared down at her. As Lizzy tried to avoid reciprocating eye contact she instead chose to watch the peeking slice of skin on Corey's belly that stuck out of the bottom of her sparkling, tiny, red shirt. "But there are wrong ones, and free publicity just happens to be one of them."

"There's no such thing as bad publicity," Lizzy replied smiling as Anya broke out her jasmine lotion and the scent of flowers filled the small bathroom.

"That's a lie," Corey said sternly. "Say you write this book and the next thing you know the radio host that can't be tamed is spilling her heart out to the world. Suddenly people start to think they know you and then you become predictable."

"So?" Lizzy asked eyeing her wearily.

"So if you're predictable you lose your shock value. That's what people love so much about you Lizzy! Plus there's the whole Sparkle image. I mean there mere name implies fluff."

Lizzy shook her head. "That's stupid. I can't believe that was your major point for convincing me not to do this."

"Yeah," Anya turned from the mirror and looked at Corey, "if anything people would like her more if they can sympathize with her. It's not like it would make her show any less funny."

"Plus people like that I tell the truth so why wouldn't they like me telling the truth about myself?"

Corey shot her a stone faced look and quickly pushed her way out of the bathroom. Lizzy and Anya, after she untangled her wavy long, light brown hair from the straightener, followed her into their cozy, little living room.

Corey grabbed her heels from the pile of shoes by the door and wrapped and tied the ribbon-straps around her ankle. "You know I'm not an idiot Lizzy," she muttered as Lizzy sat on one side of her on the couch and Anya on the other. "Do you honestly think I don't know who the top editor of Sparkle is? Do you think I don't know who she just recently got engaged to?"

Lizzy fell back into the cushions of the sofa hoping they'd swallow her whole and she'd just disappear. "It's not what you're thinking."

"What?" Anya cast her eyes between the two of them trying desperately to pick up clues from them. "What about Sparkle? What about her fiancé?"

Corey stomped her laced wedge down and grabbed the other one to furiously wrap that one. "Will Darcy, Anya! Will Darcy is the head editor of Sparkle's fiancé!" She pulled her laces too tight and had to loosen them, but thin red lines were left behind.

"Will, Will?" Anya asked eyeing Lizzy.

However it was Corey that replied. "Yes that Will. Will who broke our dear Lizzy's heart freshman year of college and we had to spend hours with as she cried her freaking eyes out."

Lizzy scowled. "I didn't cry for hours. I didn't even care that much."

"Oh please after he broke-" Anya stopped herself and decided to rephrase. "After you two broke up I had to keep you at a consistent level of drunk just to keep you from breaking down. Then I had to keep you within my sight so you didn't pick up more random guys and bring them back to the dorm."

Lizzy scowled again. "I wasn't that bad-"

They both shot her a look that contradicted such an idea. "Ok so I was bad but I'm fine now. Hell it's been seven years! You really think I'm not over it by now?"

"Lizzy I love you, but if you're only agreeing to this book because you have some sick grudge with the woman that's marrying the only man you've ever loved then you need to pull out now," Corey said sweetly as she gently moved her foot back to the floor.

"Yeah Lizzy-girl. That's major bad chi; you could have bad karma for years after a stunt like that!" Anya shouted across the apartment after she'd wondered back into the bathroom to finish her hair.

Lizzy rolled her eyes then turned to Corey. "I promise you I'm over him. I mean some people only have one love their entire life and others have a new one every week. I'm definitely the second kind."

"So then… this thing with Christian? Did he drop the L-bomb?"

Lizzy suddenly went rigid. It wasn't the fact that Corey had managed to switch the topic from her old boyfriend to her new so quickly, but the entire fact that the two could even be mentioned in the same conversation. Christian was… well Christian was a typical musician. Not much else happened in his life that didn't involve music or drugs and therefore he couldn't be characterized as anything but those two things. A musician and a drug addict. Maybe those two actually entailed the same thing.

"Lizzy? Earth is calling…" Corey sang into Lizzy's ear.

"No. No L-word," Lizzy muttered snapping back to what was happening before her.

Corey gave a frustrated sigh and cocked her neck around at different angles. "Lizzy I know that things with Will seemed to end very unfairly but… geese Lizzy seven years… he's obviously moved on, you should too."

Lizzy smiled falsely and couldn't help but feel kind of like Melanie and her fake façade. "I am, Corey. I've told you a thousand times and you just have to trust me to know that I'm okay."

Corey smiled at her. "So you're not plotting some sort of evil wedding sabotage for the dear Miss. Melanie Slaide?"

"Um… no?"

Corey smiled and knocked Lizzy's shoulder playfully. "It's fine Lizzy. There's no fun in having exes if you can't torture them a little."

Anya then emerged from the bathroom and began whispering words in a language that neither Lizzy nor Corey understood but knew for a fact to be Indian as she lit an oddly shaped, red candle.

"What are you doing? That thing smells horrible!" Corey practically shouted while covering her mouth as if to protect it from the stench. Lizzy chose to use a pillow as her preferred form of ventilation.

"I'm praying," Anya muttered once she'd finished her chant. "The way I see it, Lizzy's gonna need all the help she can get."

I really liked Anya (pronounced Aun-yuh) and Corey. I kind of just thought of them as like the two most predominant of Lizzy's personalities. Corey's her logical side and Anya is her more unconventional side. Now wouldn't you love to be roommates with your own personalities?

I just thought they were funny.

Maybe if you guys review I'll let you meet Will...