Loving Maverick

Not A Big Fan Of The Idea....But I'll Go Out

Fresh out of the shower, Stevie oiled herself down and wiped the remaining water droplets that sat on the surface of her skin.

She went into her bedroom and dropped the towel to the floor. As she made her way to her drawer to find a pair of panties when she glimpsed herself in the mirror. 

With a sigh, she turned around and just stared. She pinched the little tuft of stomach that she had. It was once much larger than that-she was much larger than that and while she was in no way a petite young woman, she was healthy. 

“And maybe a little hefty.” She muttered. 

In truth, while she wasn’t necessarily a bad looking girl, she still didn’t feel as if she fit with society’s norm of how women should truly look. Part of her was proud of that, but past years of bullying led her to feel otherwise sometimes. Sometimes it was just hard to rid herself of that insecure mindset that she’d long developed as a child.

After putting on a pair of boy shorts, a tank top and some thick socks, she sat on the bed for a moment, figuring out what she’d do for the evening. When a knock at the door sounded, she went to go see who it was.

A smile appeared across her face when she saw Kacey standing there with a large grin on her face. 

Kacey Jones was Stevie’s friend since childhood. Unlike Stevie, Kacey had a knack for being the social butterfly in any situation that she was caught in. This was one thing that Stevie surely admired about her best friend.

“What are you doing here, Kace?” She asked. “Thought you were going out tonight?”

By the looks of it, her plans had certainly not changed as she sported a skin tight body-con dress, red with a sweetheart neckline that addressed her ample cleavage. 

Another thing about Kacey that Stevie admired was how comfortable she was in her skin. She was slightly heavier than Stevie but carried it so well, that most women envied her thickness. Her hair was a shade lighter than  black. Kacey was a big fan of braids and while she had beautiful, thick and curly hair, she decided that braids were far less maintenance. 

“I definitely am going out.” She smiled brightly. “But...i couldn’t very well just go and not make absolutely sure that my best friend...my sister from another mister didn’t want to go.”

Stevie smirked and walked away from the door; she knew exactly what Kacey was doing and it wasn’t just making sure that she didn’t want to go. She was going to try and convince her.

“And as aforementioned the fifteen and a half times that you asked me before whether I was sure or not.” She turned and looked at her best friend. “I’m sure.”

“Fif-how do you even ask someone something fifteen and a half times?” Kace asked with a chuckle.

“You remember when you started to ask again, and I cut you off?” Stevie pointed out.

“Oh, you didn’t even let me finish my sentence. So how do you know that that was what I was going to ask you?”

Brow raised, Stevie crossed her arms and accusingly looked at Kacey. “Am I wrong?”

Kacey stood there, mouth open as if to say something but apparently she couldn’t find the right words. 

“I-what? I don’t know what you’re talking about-” When Stevie tilted her head in a knowing manner, wordlessly pressuring Kacey to fess up, she sighed and rolled her eyes. “Okay! Okay, fine. So, I was going to ask again.” She walked over to Stevie and grabbed her by her shoulders. “Stevie, you just got an amazing job as an assistant at a multi-billion dollar company! This...is exciting!” 

“Well, I’m-I’m excited, sure-”

“You should be!” Kacey pointed out. “Do you realize how hard it is to even clean floors at Maverick Industries?! And you actually got a great paying, amazing benefit having job!” She exclaimed. “This is-it’s amazing! It’s certainly cause for celebration, Stevie. Come on! Please!” She started to pout. “You hardly ever go out!”

“And you know why that is, Kace.” Stevie exhaustedly replied, going to her fridge to grab an apple juice and a pop tart. Of course the main reason was because if she were being honest, she didn’t find anything to celebrate about. Sure, she was grateful for the opportunity and actually enjoyed the architectural industry; but it wasn’t where her career passion. Still, she didn’t want to be the Debbie downer that pointed that out, so she just allowed Kacey to assume.

“Because you’re painfully insecure and you don’t like people. Yeah I know.” Kace rolled her eyes.

Stevie doubled back and incredulously looked at her best friend. “Be honest, why don’t you.” She sarcastically said. “Geeze.” She sighed. “You know I have chronic migraines Stevie and you know that I cannot control them. The loud music and the crowd of people-”

“Are just an excuse for you not to have fun.” Kacey said. “Look, Stevie I know that your migraines can be bad. I know that its real and I’m not questioning it because I’ve been there! I just don’t want you to use that as a reason to not have fun. I’ll be by your side the whole time. And as soon as you start feeling even an inkling of a headache, we’ll leave-no questions asked.” She pleaded. When Stevie didn’t say anything, Kacey sighed. “If not for you-then can you do this for me? I’ve always wanted to take you to have a celebratory drink. Please. Stevie.”

With half the pop-tart in her mouth, she looked at Kacey and ate her poptart, insistent on not budging on her answer. Ironically, the long moment of silence that she took to make her friend understand that she just wasn’t in the mood to go out, she thought about what Kacey said about her not having a life. She was insecure and she didn’t necessarily like being around people. Stevie knew that this would definitely have to change. Not to mention the fact that she was entirely too young to be constantly staying at home Especially, in situations like this when technically there was something to celebrate.

‘Stop being  a brat.’ She said to herself. “Ugh!” She groaned. “Fine, fine! I’ll go.”