"Damn. They really hooked you up in here." Brigette gawked as she stepped into my apartment. We decided at rehearsal it was a splended idea to be best friends from that point on. And apparently being best friends means being moochers and loving each other at the same time.
"Yeah. At least it would be 'hooked up' if I had a single piece of furniture." I huffed, carelessly dropping my duffel bag right at the door. "But, that's okay. Ryan is coming to pick me up any minute now to get me some furniture."
"Ryan? Are you two buddies?" Brigette's eyes suddenly lit up, she clasped her hands together and stared at me, even though it looked like her eyes were focused on some dream cloud-- like they do in Anime.
I cupped her face in my hands and gave her a little smile, "I barely know the kid Brige."
"Aw!" She glomped me and held on tight. "You called me 'Brige! We are best friends."
God. This girl is a kook. But, I really do love her already.
There was a small knock on the door way behind us. We turned to see Ryan's baby face smiling at us. He didn't say anything and we followed him out the door. I almost forgot to lock up. Just as I had my key in the slot I thought about changing. All I had on was a hoodie and some sweat pants. Do I really need to look good to pick out furniture? Of course I do.
"Wait, I wanna change!" I called.
Soon, Ryan, Brigette and I were sitting in the center of what would be my living room if I had furniture. Brigette didn't hesitate to tear my suitcase apart and look at my wardrobe. She should just skip dancing and go out for Fashion Police. I feel like I'm breaking the law the way she's eyeing my clothes.
She pulled out a cute gray blouse. I thought it was cute, anyway. It was something I bought to "grow" into.
Her usually giddy face turned to disgust, "This looks like something a pregnant chick would wear." my heart stopped and I unintentionally held my breath. "You plan on having a baby some time soon, Ren?"
"Aha..." I trailed off. "Maybe."
Ryan and Brigette eyed me suspiciously.
"What? It was on sale!" I retorted.
Their suspecting faces only dug into me even more, as if they had some sort of control over it.
Ryan poked my belly. "You're really skinny... right now. You got something in the oven? Hmmm?" He got in my face. I didn't say anything at all. Just sat.
"That's so cute!" Brigette squeeled.
Ryan began rubbing my belly clockwise, then counter-clockwise, "Wax on. Wax off." he chuckled as he did it and then repeated.
They really didn't care? How odd.
At the furniture store I was bebating about what theme and style I wanted my living room slash dining area to take up. Nothing country. Nothing too retro. Nothing obnoxiously girly. Nothing too dark. But then again, I didn't want it to look boring. Oh, and definitely nothing leather.
I browsed and I had to say, I was having a rather difficult time. I didn't think I'd be needing to do this stuff until I graduated college and got married or something.
I stopped in front of a gray sofa. It wasn't too dark, but it wasn't too light. I got comfortable on it and let myself sink in for a minute. It wasn't all that bad. In fact, I could fall asleep. Not good. Pregnancy fatigue, I probably will fall asleep.
"This one!" I called over to Ryan. "I want this one right here!" he was off talking to some guy in a section that was all baby furniture. I got dreamy just looking at it. Being a mommy. He shook hands with the plump man before jog-walking over to me.
"Are you positive? This is the one--" He cut off just as sat down, "Yeah, this is the one." I could tell he got the same feeling I did when I sat on it. "Brigette, come sit on this couch."
She was off in the baby section as well. What is everyone's deal today? She eventually made her way over and sat down. She had a really blank look on her face at first, exactly like Ryan (and assuming myself, as well).
"Holy shit." Brigette's jaw dropped. "This couch is like... magic. Like that show."
"What show?" Ryan asked.
"The Big Comfy Couch. Never seen it? It's kinda old."
Yep. These are my friends.
"Damn, Ryan..." I leaned my head back and let everything soak in. I was really relaxed. "You're famous. I bet they'd just let us stay here and you could find some way to get us room service."
"No. We should probably purchase this couch and find the rest of your furniture." We all stood up at once and Ryan was the first to speak, "Yeah, we have to buy this couch. Our ass prints are in it from sitting for so long."
We laughed in unison and went on our way. I got a coffee table for the living room to go with the couch. Turns out, a matching recliner came with the couch. I also got a desk for my laptop and other things that I might need to use a desk for. A queen sized bed with a queen sized pillow top mattress (Brigette insisted I went with a queen size). Along with the bed were two bed sets with sheets, pillow cases, and big, warm comforters. Two giant pillows came with the mattress and we bought three more. I argued with Ryan while shopping that I was on a budget, but he insisted that he pay.
Now it's off to Best Buy!