“I’m not going.” I yell loud enough that I know she can hear me. She lets out a loud laugh as I hear her feet scamper across the wood floors.
“You’re going, and you will act as if you’re having fun. You will dress up, and be the nineteen year old college student that you are.” Her voice takes on a motherly tone. Ugh. Mimi. Her face peers at me from the threshold. I throw my pillow at her, but she pulls back just as it whizzes past her head.
“You missed.” She says giggling.
“You keep laughing, but I’m still not going. You’ll never make me.” I say, I know she can hear the smile in my voice. I can’t be in misery with this girl around.
“Are you smiling?” She asks as her body collides with mine. Did she really just jump on my bed like a two year old?
“Key word being was. I’m not anymore, now that your knees are digging in my back.” I say pushing her off me. For 130 pounds, she sure is heavy.
“Oh don’t be a big baby; you were totally smiling which means you will go with me?” She asks a hint of a question at the end. She knows as well as I do that I would never make her go solo.
“Yes.” I say, pausing. She all but jumps off the bed, and does a victory dance. “But, but… Hey listen... You cannot dress me like a slut, and if I find out this is some stupid set up to get me and Rex together I will disown you, and light all of your clothes on fire.” I give her the evil eye just to make myself clear.
“Blah. Blah. Blah. What’s that you said? I can dress you like a slut, and when have I ever tried to set you up?” She says smiling, and jittery.
“I said no dressing up as a slut, and oh I don’t know a better question would be when haven’t you?” I love our sarcastic ass banter. Only she and I can talk like this to one another and it not seem rude.
“It is my job to set you up with people, it’s in the best friend’s book of rules.” She says as if I’m going to believe her. Ha, the day Mimi actually reads a book is the day hell freezes over.
“That is inaccurate you don’t know how to read.” I reply, unable to muffle the laughter. I look up at her and she's anything but laughing.
“Don’t be a bitch, I totally read.” She tries to come off as believable but come on, I’ve known her forever. She can’t feed me that shit.
“The only time you read is when it’s a text, or you’re reading your number off to some sexy as sin guy.” She looks at me as if she's appalled, and then nails me with one of my pillows right in the face.
“Lies. All lies.” She says as she gets off my bed and walks over to the adjacent bathroom to check her hair and make-up. There’s a long moment of silence that draws me back into my own mind.
“Be ready by five pm tomorrow.” She says as she exits the room with a smile. All I wanted was peace and quiet, a joyous year as a freshman, and I get the feeling I’m about to have anything but that.
After waking up early to register for classes and go grocery shopping I was done by one in the afternoon, and left with nothing to do. I’d done a load of laundry and watched an episode of The Vampire Diaries, but I still had time on my hands. Our apartment was awesome for two out of state freshmen.
We had our own washer and dryer, and one of the prettiest views ever. California was way different than what I was used to.
As I throw the clean laundry on my bed, I sort through the clothes to see what I can wear for my night out with Mimi. She has loads and loads of money so her finding something to wear is pretty easy. I on the other hand, not so much.