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Chapter 2: Ice Cream and Movies

BPOV

A few weeks passed by after my break up with Jacob. From time to time, I would step out on my balcony to enjoy the heat rays of the sun swirl and envelope me in warmth. Other times, I would enjoy the cool air of the dark night as it breezed past me and blew my hair wildly into different directions. My mood would typically change with the weather. It had a special invitation to mess with my emotions. Like a light switch, when the day illuminated I was a blissful happy-go-lucky child because I cut him out of my life. But when the sunset came with its curtain of gloomy clouds filling the sky, I was sad. Sad because he was my friend first. He was my go-to person when I was dealing with my parent's divorce. It had been a circus because they each came from so much money that you could swim in it like Scrooge McDuck.

I felt like a flower filled with nectar, waiting to be pollinated by a bee to start a chain reaction of blossoming plants. Instead, my nectar attracted flies that sucked out the insides of other insects. Players are like these fucking little flies.

Right now, I really don't know what I'm going to do with myself at this point. I'm tired of getting scorched in some player's game.

Where are all the good guys at?

So that brings me to where I am right now, sprawled across my plush couch and covered with a fluffy blanket. In one hand, I held the antidote to a girl's broken heart - ice cream. In the other, I had chocolate syrup to drown my frozen dessert in.

All of a sudden, the door swung open and I jumped, dropping the sundae I just created.

"Shit!" I shouted.

"Hi," Angela said as she ignored my outburst.

I huffed in annoyance and began cleaning the mess I just made.

"Why are you watching movies and eating ice cream again?" She demanded as her eyes bugged out at the mess I'd created for myself on the coffee table.

Was she being serious? Is it not obvious after you break up with someone that your feelings are on a rollercoaster? Well, I felt like shit at the moment.

"I am comforting myself by eating this and watching my favorite movies in my dingy ass sweats," I said like it was obvious at what I was doing.

"I can't stand this shit anymore. Your feelings are up and down and up down that I'm getting nauseous from it. For Christ's sake, it's been a few weeks already. Oh, why the hell are you watching 'The Notebook?' You are fucking depressing yourself with this happy ending romance movie. Stop this! Snap the fuck out of it before I slap you fucking silly." She seethed as she tried to shake some sense into me. (A/N: I don't mean to offend those who like this movie. I actually love this movie and thought it would fit in here.)

Her rant made me wake up and smell the damn coffee.

She was right.

"It's just you know…" I trailed off before Angela put her skinny arms around me for a hug.

"Sweetie, don't waste any of your feelings or any of thoughts on him."

"I know," I agreed as I made myself another sundae.

After a few minutes, Angela broke out the silence and said, "You know, I think it's time to get back out there. Just because you got knocked down by a player…"

I interrupted and corrected her statement with, "Players."

"Okay, players. You know, this shouldn't stop you from finding your one true love," gushed Angela.

"Geez Angela, not everyone has a Ben out there for them like you do." Ben was her sweet boyfriend who treated Angela like a princess. He was always a gentleman towards her and looked at her with adoring eyes even if she just rolled out of bed with bad dragon breath.

Angela laughed.

"We all have a true mate out there for us. Please stop being so pessimistic."

I rolled my eyes and Angela continued, "You know what this means, right?"

"Uh, no Angela, I don't."

"We should round up all the girls to take you out on your last night here before you leave for Seattle." She spaced out for a moment, probably thinking about what to wear and if we should all ride in style.

I pondered for a moment because I was cutting it close in terms of my packing.

"I'm still packing though."

"Please do this for me, and the girls," she pleaded. "We are going to miss you. You don't want us to regret that we didn't get to party one last time together, do you? Just like the old days? You know you want to go out dancing with the girls…at a new club…oh fine, if I get you those cute new Manolo Blahniks you were eyeing, will you go out with us? Please?" She asked with a pout on her lips.

Damn, that girl knew my weakness; I will do anything for some great looking heels.

"Fine, but better make good on your word by going out and buying them for me now."

She beamed up at me and was elated that I decided after all to celebrate my last night in Phoenix with all the girls in some new hot club.

"Okay, I gotta call everyone. Oh and Bella?" She asked innocently with her hands behind her back like a shy child.

"Yes, what is it?" I wondered.

"Well, I am going to take this from you Bella." She tried to tug my sundae away from me, but I held it tightly in my grasp. "You have to let go of this sundae before you grow a booty with a little too much junk in trunk," she stated.

"Fine, but can I at least enjoy this one?"

"No!" She screamed as she was able to confiscate the sundae from my hands.

Then, she grabbed a trash can nearby and threw all of my ice cream toppings on the coffee table into it.

"What are you doing with all of that?"

"These" she gestured to the junk food in the trash can, "are going to the dumpster."

Now it was my turn to scream. Before I could hit her with one of the pillows on the couch, she ran out with the door shutting behind her.

I can't believe that bitch of a friend messed with a girl's best friend, ice cream.

On another note, she's right on the whole Jacob issue. It's time to pull out Mr. Johnny to reacquaint himself to my veejay.

A/N: Does anybody remember who Scrooge McDuck is? He was from the cartoon show called Ducktales. I love the 3 duckie boys, Huey, Dewey, and Louie.

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