Because of My Best Friend

4. Start of Vaca

*JUSTINE POV

“Take two of these,” I command as I throw the bottle of aspirin to Kelsey. 

She takes the bottle and observes it, then looks back up to me.  “Do I even want to know why?”

“Because..” I say as my Cheshire grin forms, “we are going to get a Brazilian done in about half an hour.  Best suit up girl- our week of fun is just beginning!”  We got to Dallas this morning, and finally got to the hotel about an hour ago.  Thinking to myself, why the hell not?  Getting her laid will be the cherry on top of this whole trip.

“I don’t want to get waxed,” she grumbles out.

“Honey, have you looked at your situation?” I say, twirling my finger in the direction of her lower half.  “It’s time doll… it’s time.”

She blushes knowing I got an unwanted sneak peek the other night while she was crying in the tub.  Then she forms her angry face and points a finger at me.  “You’re no better!  I know for a fact it’s been a couple of months since you had yours done!”

I hold my hands up.  “Hey, I’m not ashamed to admit it.  And I only did it then because of my gyno appointment.  You ma’am, had a boyfriend!”  As soon as I said boyfriend, I immediately cringed as Kelsey’s face dimmed down into sadness.

Dammit Justine.

“s**t, you know I didn’t mean anything by that.”  I get up and squat on the ground in front of her, holding her hands.  “Don’t get sad, please.”

She tilts her face up towards the ceiling to blink back her watery eyes to prevent herself from crying.  I’ve been so proud of her this week.  Yes, she’s still upset about everything, but it’s been nowhere near the colossal state she was in last time- most likely all due to us having this trip to look forward to.  

“Fine, but you have to do whatever I want when we go out the bar…. And I mean whatever.  If I want you get on top of a bar topless, or screw a guy in the bathroom, you’re gonna do it!”

I hold my hand up in a scouts honor.  “Only if he meets my requirements sweetie.  No babies or douchebags.”

She stands up tall and knocks back her aspirin without water like a true badass b***h.  “Deal… ugh, come on… lets go make our coochies pretty.”

Not only did we get our wax on, we also decided to spend the day making ourselves feel pretty.  Since it was a Thursday, we didn’t have a rush to do anything exciting until tomorrow night.  We each got mani/pedis and went shopping around the mall.  We both filled out a suitcase to the max, but getting a hot dress for the first night of going out was something we could not resist. 

After a big Italian dinner, we decided to call it a night and enjoy some TV time.  I get out the shower and wrap up in the hotel’s white fluffy towel, and head towards my suitcase to dig for some well-deserved PJ time.  I swear, whoever says shopping isn’t work never did it right.

“Thanks for this Just…. It really means a lot.”  I turn to see Kelsey snuggled up in her bed with a small smile on.  This girl, I swear.

“You know you don’t have to thank me hun.  Friends ‘til the end, right?”

“Forever and always.  I love you chicka.” 

“Love you too girl.”

*****

Right now…. I don’t love her.  

Why?…. Just why Lord did she have to pick the most obnoxious club in the whole city?  I was so pumped in the hotel room.  Both of us were looking hella fierce in our new dresses. 

Not only is Kelsey tall with those hellish strappy heels, but she’s supermodel toned in all aspects, and she showed it off in the tightest black dress I’ve ever seen.  Her blonde hair is blown out and fluffed with simple make up and bright red lip stick that I could never pull off.  I’m pretty tall as well, but went for modest nude pumps.  The burgundy dress I found hugs my curves just right.  (Gotta flaunt what my momma gave me… and they come in the form of full C cups….. But I swear if I gain weight, I’ll be tilting on the D’s)  I gave myself a soft smokey eye that enhances my brown eyes with a nude lipstick.  And to tame my wild hair, definitely had to straighten it. 

But like I said, all of that excitement about feeling good dropped to the pit of my stomach the moment we stepped out of the cab.  A 90’s bar…..90’s!!!  Disco balls, cheesy strobe lights… a DJ that looks like he belongs as a high school prom?  Oiy. 

Oh, Kelsey is all about this life.  This is her jam down to a T.  Her smile is huge and that’s all that matters, I try to tell myself.  She takes my hand as she shakes her ass to Fergilicous and I swear I feel 10 years older than I already am, but what harm can one night do? Time to get drunk!

After grabbing our drinks from the gorgeous bartender, we turn around to observe the dancefloor, but what our eyes are met with are two non-related men dressed almost identical, inching their way into our personal space.  We both attempted to take a step back, but the damn bar was in our way.

“Hey Johnny…. Looks like we’re in luck,” Tweedle Dee says.

Tweedle Dum eyes Kelsey up and down, licking his lips very unsexy-like.  “You’re right Tommy, two fine ass women for two fine ass men.”

Tommy and Johnny?  Ugh gag.  I would’ve have laughed but I don’t want to give them the wrong idea.  I know Kelsey and I look hella fine, but these two gents aren’t cutting it for me.  And the way Kelsey grabbed my arm in mock fear, I can say she highly agrees.

“Sorry gents, but we’re taken.”

“With each other?  Because we would be totally down with that, right bro?”

As they fist bump, bile attempts to rise in my throat.  Ugh these guys are so sleezy.  Thank god for Kelsey’s quick reflexes.

“Sorry boys, but our boyfriends are waiting for us.  Come on Just.”  She quickly pushes me in a direction, but I can still feel the slime balls behind us.

“Don’t be lying to us sweetheart.  We’ll make sure you get back to your ‘boyfriends’ in one piece.”

“Omg Kels, way to pick a bar,” I whisper yell. 

She starts walking looking inconspicuously for a way out.  “Remember my 19th birthday bash?”  she whispers back.

“yea…”  Who wouldn’t?  Everyone was drunk at our friend Jackie’s house.  It was also the first and only time I ever got into a cat fight because Kelsey wanted to make a boy jealous and had me follow her with these two guys to----

“Are you crazy?” I say a little louder.

“2 o’clock.  I’ll take blondie on the right and you take brunette on the left.”

I quickly scan my eyes to see the table we’re headed to.  Sure enough, there are two decent looking men hanging out together.  Of course, she would pick the blonde.  He’s talking to his friend very animatedly and seems to be having fun.  Brunette seems like he would rather be anywhere else.

When we are about six feet from their table, I plaster a fake smile, preparing myself for this embarrassing performance.   “I hate you,” I say through clenched teeth.

I inhale one last quick breath.  “Babe!!” 

Please don’t have a crazed girlfriend.  Please don’t have a crazed girlfriend.