One Night Stand with My Best Friend

Almost unravelling

We were currently in my bedroom. Sav was occupying my laptop whilst I finished off my Calculus homework. Background music was blasting in my stereo and we both were humming along while doing our tasks.

A knock rapped against my door and my mother popped in before I consented.

“Hey girls.” She greeted us, holding a tray containing subs and juices.

My mother, Kelly Reynolds, was just a year younger than Teddy, my father. Although she was forty four, you could not tell because she had a body and face of someone twenty years younger. With her greyish-green eyes—which I think I somehow inherited from her—the sandy blonde locks of her curly hair, her features were enlightened. Her skin although sometimes tanned, had no traces of wrinkles whatsoever.

Her youth was both thrilling and a curse. Thrilling because it gave me hope that if she looked as young as she did while above forty then I may as well look young when I was her age someday.

It was a curse because whenever I was out with her, people either thought she was either my friend or distant cousin because despite the skin colour difference I had her features.

My mother relished their compliments and never corrected their mistakes, she went along with it every time and I will only roll my eyes all through that ordeal.

She placed the tray next to me on the bed.

“Thanks mom,” I told her as I started gorging on the sandwich.

“So what are you girls up to? What’s the 411? Any gossips lately?”

“Mom!” I scolded her while Sav giggled.

“What?” My mother asked seeming to be ignorant of her intruding.

“Don’t you have important things to do?” I asked.

“Nope, I won’t return to the hospital for a few days, so I’m just going to hang with you guys.” As she said this, she slumped herself next to me on the bed. My mother was a GP doctor.

I scowled at her. “Mom, can you not!” I shouted when she drew in closer to me to see what I was doing.

She held both of her hands up,” Sorry!” She said as if in mock defeat.

I only rolled my eyes and continued with my work.

“Wow you girls are boring.” My mother commented after five minutes of watching us get on with our work.

Sav giggled again.

“Mom, please.” I gestured for her to leave.

“Don’t you guys at least have anything interesting in your lives?” She asked rhetorically.

“I mean, when I was your age, I was wild. I remember once when there was this concert playing and at that time I was grounded so I snuck out of my room. I broke an ankle that night and your grandma punished me double time when she found out. But it was so worth it because not only did I get to watch my favourite band play, but, I met your daddy that night too.” She told us.

“Aww.” Sav cooed as she stared expectantly at my mother.

“Yeah, well that was a hundred years ago. Things have changed from your days, kids these days are boring.” I told her but inside I was silently relishing her words.

She didn’t know it but I loved it whenever she told me about her days when she met my father. It was sweet really. Well, that night she snuck out, she limped to the stadium that held the concert. She bumped into Teddy, and instantly sparks flew, fireworks blasted etc. He helped her out with her ankle and they spent that concert night getting to know each other.

They dated a week later and since then they’d been inseparable. When they both graduated high school, they married and people thought it would never have lasted since they both were going in different colleges; Kelly to medical school and Teddy to Law school. But, with a lot of travelling expenses spent, they managed to make it work. They both graduated with their degrees, bought a house and a few years later on, I was born.

My mother told me I was a miracle baby, because I was delivered prematurely.

Something about complications with her uterus which did not allow her to have any other children afterwards. So that was why I did not have any other siblings and that was why I was always fondled and spoilt rotten by both of them; because I survived.

“Okay, okay.” My mother giggled before getting off my bed.

“I’ll see you girls later, enjoy doing your boring work.” She bid us adieu as she left.

“Your mom is cute.” Sav commented afterwards.

I snorted shaking my head at her.

“OMIGOD! He accepted me!” Sav burst out ten minutes later.

“What? Who? Where?” I asked as I manoeuvred myself next to her.

“Ryland freaking Rodes!” She shrieked. “We are now friends according to Facebook.”

I think she was hyperventilating because she was breathing in heaves. I stared at the f*******: page of Ryland Rodes, confirming that indeed he and Savannah Biers were now friends.

“Oh.” I said.

“That picture of him is frucking hot I might just die.” Sav screeched into my ear as she opened up his profile pic. It consisted of him half naked on the bed. His face staring longingly at the camera as he bit his lip. You could tell that he took the picture himself because you could see his arms stretching out but I think he might have done it on purpose because it revealed his flexing biceps.

I saw why Sav thought it was hot.

“So Savannah Biers finally has crush.” I teased.

She deliberately ignored my comment as she scoffed and asked, “Should I talk to him?”

“I don’t know. Is he online? It’s up to you really.”

She shrugged. “I might just message him.”

I shrugged too as I leaned backwards from my bed. “I think your plan of giving him your number might have failed.”

She looked away from my laptop, to stare at me. “But you said you saw him putting the number in his pocket.”

“He did….hmm maybe he just forgo—”

Just as I was about to finish my sentence, the annoying ringtone from Sav’s phone blasted off, echoing in my room.

We both remained in shocked silence, our eyes trained on her phone on top of my drawer as it was charging.

Five seconds of this and Sav decided to snap out of her trance as she lunged for the phone.

“Unknown number,” Sav commented before she answered.

Her greeting was followed by a sudden uncontrolled giggling and this surprised me because Sav never giggled.

“I…no, sorry, it’s Sav… Savannah Biers from lunch.” She told whoever was on the other line.

“Well, how strange…” She bit her lip.

“…Okay, okay you got me. I got my friend to do it.” She laughed.

I then that figured out that whoever she was talking to was indeed, Ryland Rodes.

“Why? Well I’ll let you into a little secret,” She began her flirting.

I only rolled my eyes as I shifted closer to her so I could at least hear what they were talking to about. However, as I tried to shift closer to her, Sav only moved away from me, giving me the, absolutely-no-way-am-I-letting-you-hear-what-he-is-saying look.

I frowned at her and she shook her head, moving her finger to her lips in gesture that was meant to shush me.

I scowled and she ignored me by turning around.

“I like you…that’s the secret…(giggling)… I know I tend to be straight forward… really? (more giggling)…definitely!”

At this point, I was extremely curious about their conversation, but as I tried to chase Sav, she only then decided to move to my bathroom and before I even got to her, she slammed the door at my face.

I was stupefied, left foundering at her rudeness. Huffing and puffing, I decided to move on to my bed and entertain myself with something else.

It didn’t help that I could hear Sav’s constant giggles. I went to my laptop, opened her f*******: page and began to spy on Ryland Rodes. Why? Well, for safety reasons. I wanted to see what sort of person he was; if he was a serial-killer or not. Not that he would go on f*******: telling everyone that he was, but then again, you never knew what people put on the internet.

After five minutes of surfing on his profile, I figured Ryland Rodes was a party kind of person. His photo album was bombarded with pictures of him tagged in different parties. Most of them consisted of him surrounded by girls, those sort of girls that no matter what people said you knew they were sluts.

There were a few of his status that made him seem human, but most were funny in a sort of dirty way.

I was busy going over his tagged pictures when Sav burst into my room with a huge grin on her face.

“Let me guess, Ryland Rodes?” I asked.

She replied by slamming her body on the bed next to me, giggling in that way that was beginning to freak me out.

After she got a hold of herself she sat up from the bed, and grinned at me and stated, “I like him.”

“You don’t say.”

She rolled her eyes at my sarcasm. “Well, I do.”

I frowned at her. “So…what happened, you were in that bathroom for more than twenty minutes.”

“I don’t know. We just got talking.” She said vaguely.

“About?” I asked.

“Stuff.”

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at her vagueness.

“So did he sound like he might like you back?” I asked.

“Will he have invited me to his party this Saturday if he hadn’t?” She asked, pretending to clean her nails.

I gaped at her. “Sav, this is serious! Really, he’s throwing a party?”

“Yeah…it’s his apartment anyway. Well he shares it with his college friend…but anyway he told me I could invite people since I had connections, whatever that meant.” She grinned.

I snorted. I knew what he meant. Sav almost knew everyone, even the freshies.

“If word gets out, every senior will be there because of their curiosity.” I told her.

“Ah well, the more the better…so I’m inviting you, but then again, why do I need to invite you when I already know you’ll be coming with me.”

I smacked her arm at her comment but inside a bubbling excitement surfaced.

“I am definitely going.”

“I know, you wouldn’t miss it for the world. Besides look at it this way, he’s got friends, they don’t know Kyle. You might as well lose your virginity on Saturday.”

An excited screech escaped my mouth at the possibility, however, as I thought about it more, the more frightened I became.

Did I really want this? I questioned myself.

Yes… Maybe.

I didn’t get to think more about it because Sav was suddenly cursing.

“Fruck, my parents are going to kill me! I was meant to pick up, Lily ten minutes ago!” As she said this, she began trudging off my bed and packing her things unto her backpack.

“Aww poor Lily, I don’t think she’s going to forgive you.”

Lily was Savannah’s six year old sister and like Sav, she had full blown blue eyes and blonde, she was basically a miniature of Sav but with a dose of adorable. Lily was a ballerina dancer and took classes three times a week. Since Sav’s parents were always working during school hours, they gave Sav the responsibility of picking up Lily after her classes.

“Okay, I think I’ve got everything. I’m surprised the studio hasn’t called me yet…anyway remember Saturday. Part-ay! Start looking for an outfit! Now!” She told me as she hugged me goodbye and raced downstairs to the front door.

I heard her briefly saying goodbye to my mother downstairs before the slamming door indicated her departure.

I reflected over the turn of events for a few moments, thinking of how Sav has never virtually chased — if that’s what you called it — a guy like she has with Ryland. Judging from what I collected whilst spying on his f*******: page, he was a player and a díckhead. I just hoped that Sav didn’t have expectations of him. But knowing Sav, I knew once she had the guy wrapped around her fingers, eventually she’d get tired and move on to someone else.

I decided to finish my Biology project write-up, in order to get it over and done with because it was nagging at the back of my mind. But I also knew this was my own version of procrastination to pick out an outfit for Saturday.

I knew once I opened my wardrobe that it would take more than an hour of rampaging clothes to find that one perfect outfit.

I managed to get some of the writing done before finally deciding to face the inevitable. Once I opened my closest–which was more of a small room than closet–I sighed at the ton of clothing inside.

Most of the stuff, were bought by my fashion-crazed mother. She loved dresses, skirts and blouse, anything girly considering that she was a doctor. So my closet was dominated by her choice. The only clothes I could proudly say I bought by myself, were the jeans, t-shirts and converses in the far corner.

I stared longingly at my corner before going to the direction of newly unworn out-going clothes. From there I took out mini dresses, skirts, tights, blouses and heels and left the closet quickly.

So that is what I have been doing for the past thirty minutes or so, trying on outfits and discarding them when they didn’t go with what I pictured in mind.

I was busy next to the mirror adjusting one of the tight mini dress when I felt a presence watching me from the door.

I spun around and found Kyle’s beseeching eyes raking all over my body. The fact that his eyes were drinking and praising me from head to toe didn’t go unnoticed. I knew that this outfit brought out my legs which were the reasons why I was five foot six instead of five. I also knew that the lack of straps from the dress meant that my chest was strutted upwards, so my C-cup were almost unravelling.