He put some music on and got to work. About 5 minutes later my hair was done and looked awesome. Nobodys gonna recognize you haha. he said. I guess. I...responded. Chill with me today instead of your loser friends, no offense. he said. None taken. You Adam and Sadie are friends enough, alongside your crew. I said. He laughed and went into the room and put on a tight pink collared shirt and skinny jeans. The time was 6:20. The bus comes in 10 minutes. Well shit we did no homework. I said. Who. She made me a cup of tea whilst she got out the sherry bottle for herself then poured a large glass of sherry, we sat at her kitchen table talking about all sorts of things, about Gillian, the possibility of a wedding and how lucky Gillian was to have found me, I was bound to agree and we both laughed out loud, she was knocking the sherry back at a fair rate and I felt she was getting a little drunk so to try to take her mind off the glass I broached the subject of her experience with her. Amélie closed her eyes and stood in front of the mirror without moving.The sound of her door closing interrupted Amélie’s reverie, Hands held her waist and she felt a warm cheek press against her own. She opened her eyes to see Sandrine beside her, her smile broad, her white teeth shining in her dark face. Sandrine kissed her cheek.“Mademoiselle is more beautiful than ever.”Amélie giggled.“Oh, stop it, Sandrine. You embarrass me.”“But it is perfectly true, Mademoiselle Amélie. The sun suits. LF and Dan argued, sometimes loudly, for almost half an hour. Both were pointed in verbal assault; both used voice filled with venom and sarcasm. Strangely, they moved into a phase Artsy recognized as violent agreement; she was forced to laugh loudly at both over their final exchange. “God damned bitch, I will wear a skirt next time we get together.” “Good, if you do you can even get on top.” “At least I won’t need a strap-on.” “Children, children! This has been more fun than I can stand; now.