This little piece is dedicated to Kourion, whose review was amazing! Thank you so much; that was the longest review I have received, I just love that you read my story and then wanted to talk to me about it. How fantastic! Anyway everyone else: Enjoy this and please, review! Your words make my day. Seriously.
"Hi"
Liv practically dropped her lunch tray onto the table, and then sat herself at it with about as much force and not a lot of grace at all. Mini sighed; last night was horrible and now she was hung-over, irritable and hadn't seen Franky all day. Not a good time for Liv to come push her buttons then.
As she sat, clacking her nails on the cheap plastic tabletop, she watched slightly horrified as Liv began to guzzle down a LARGE hamburger with all the fixings, the biggest amount of fries she'd seen on one plate, a coke large enough to drown in and some sort of large sundae death by chocolate fudge. Why is she sitting here and what will it take to make her piss off? Mini rapped her nails all the harder on the table, mentally willing Liv to realise she wasn't welcome and go fatten herself up elsewhere.
No such luck.
"Mm… this is good Mins. Do you want some?"
Oh god, the thought alone made her want to vomit. Maybe next time she's desperate she'll try to remember the disgusting sight before her. "Oh, no thanks Liv, just sitting here waiting for Franky, not feeling that hungry either". Especially not now.
"You're missing out, believe me. The chips are great, want some? I have plenty"
"I can see that; and again, no thank you Liv; I'm not hungry"
At this Liv's face immediately changed; she swallowed her mouthful, pushed her tray to the side and eyed Mini with a serious look on her face. Mini might have squirmed a little.
Might.
"Okay look Mini, just cut the crap. You aren't eating; you're going to make yourself sick"
"I don't see what that has to do with you, Liv" Mini was feeling pretty affronted, but she could deal with this; she'd just let it go for now.
"Believe me Mini, I feel that exact same way; I don't give a fuck what you do with yourself. It's Franky though"
"Franky? What's Franky?"
"She's worried about you, came running into my house this morning fretting and fussing about you and a disagreement that you two supposedly had. I tried to tell her to shove it, yeah, but she just wouldn't leave it alone. You know what she's like: dramatic and emotional. It's getting a bit old"
That got a rise out of Mini.
"Fuck you Liv! I don't know what your problem is, but you need to get your head out of your arse before you suffocate"
"Mini, what? I didn't even say anythi-"
"Yes you did. Why are you over here anyway Liv? You said so yourself that you don't care; why didn't you just leave it? I can't believe you'd try to confront me over this, we're hardly even friends again, and you think that you can go and pull something like this? That's fucked up"
"Hardly even friends? Are you kidding me Mini? I put myself on the line for you to try and make this right. Then you carry on like this. You're the one with the problem; I'm just trying to help you because you're too foolish to help yourself"
"Well don't bother, we're done"
And with that Mini got up, waltzing away in her high heels, caught between anger at being called by Liv and some other unknown feeling to do with the fact that Franky cared.
TBC xo