A friend of a friend, these strangers at the party never paid

*beths pov*

shortly after my little naked run-in with mike, my best friend tried to skype me, and of corse i had to stop everything for the next three hours to talk to her. i say three hours as that is about how long we sit and talk for, a normal quick chat is about half an hour, ours is normally about two hours -longer is there is anything particular to talk about or any reason we called eachother (aka boy troubles)

"i just dont know, hes acting all different lately" i had heard this saying so many times since she started dating James when she was fourteen. nothing against the guy, actually hes one of my best mates but hes her bitch to put it lightly. "i mean hes all lovey and stuff, i mean im not complaining but its just strange" 'im not complaining, but' is anther well known Harriet term when talking about her boyfriend. she is my best friend in the whole entire world, but she sounds so ungrateful at the moment. complaining her boyfriend loves her too much to someone who doesn't have one, id happily trade situations not going to lie.

"you sound so ungrateful Harriet, your complaining he loves you too much. i mean really?"

"you wouldn't understand"

"no i wouldn't, but i doubt i would complain someone loves you too much. at least you have someone that means the world to you and they feel the same"

i could tell these words hit home as she kind of shut up about her boyfriend who loves her too much. i think i would have preferred it as she started to question me about boys. you see, boys arent my strong point to say the least. all boys ive met fall into three categories: friends, enemies, sex. i either am best buds with boys, hate them or im fucking them. boyfriends dont make any sense to me, again because ive never really been there. if she were asking about having sex with guys i could compare all day but i always get the relationship questions. ironic really; ask the girl who has never had a boyfriend questions about my my boyfriend or complain he loves me too much. that is the one thing that pisses me off about Harriet but she cant help it. she cant help being absolutely stunning in every way shape or form, she cant help being the one who boys drool over but i can help being sour about it. i cant change my face so deal and enjoy the fact you can get shitfaced and not worry about fucking someone whose not your boyfriend.

"so, hows Vic?" Harriet broke our silence with a question that made me want to throw myself out the window. she however thought it was all funny, taking the micky that i said he was cute, which he is.

"hey, i said he was cute, land anyway you agreed" when i first met Vic i made Harriet do some Facebook stalking. i dont have Facebook because its a pile of shit but she does so we stalk occasionally. she too thought he was cute.

"which i did, anything going o n there?" wiggling her eyebrows at me, i never thing anyone is good looking, usually because they arnt. instead of answering, i shot her a fake angry look "oh dot give me that look, you cant expect me not to ask. you never think anyone is remotely good looking in any way"

"no, nothing is going on whats so ever"

"but..."

"no buts"

"i can see it in your face. ive known you for what? 11 years? i can read you like a book"

"there is no one whats so ever, can we drop it?"

this was the perfect time for mike to walk in and fall over my disregarded towel, muttering swearwords as he picked himself up, slightly blushing. i didn't know what to do, laughing, probably blushing and face palming. Harriet was just confused.

"oh hey mike" i giggled

"just letting you know Vic took the brats out to the mall because they want to get school shit, and yeah, sorry for interrupting, i should have knocked" she finished kinda awkwardly

"oh okay, so he left you here with me, he must hate you" earning a small giggle "it fine, ill be down in abit and be sociable so your not lonely"


"you dont have to, but it would be nice to actually talk to you, see you in abit then" he added closing my door

i was face-palming so bad right now, i wanted to crawl into a corner and die. i was probably bright red too.

"Beth?" Harriet got out between fits of laughter

"yeah..."

"was that the but?"

"there is not but, i told you-..."

my sentence was cut short by Harriet about dying looking at her laptop. it took a moment to realize i called mike by his name.

"shit, no Harriet"

"too late" she was laughing properly now

now she was holding her laptop up to her phone camera and pretending to lick the photo of mike, making me about die too.

"bitch, you jelly?" she asked between suggestive tongue movements

"nah mate, ive got the real thing in my house, bitch" showing her my middle fingers and copping her tongue movements, making the both of us to fall into fits of laughter. this is why we are sisters, half way around the world we are still joined at the hip

"why you do this? oh well, i can stalk his Facebook"

"you've got James love"

my awesome timing is showing as James walks in probably to talk to Harriet. noticing me and Harriet in fits of laughter as she shuts her laptop seconds after he as already seen shes stalking.

"hey James" trying to give Harriet a moment to calm herself

"hey girl, is she stalking again?"

"that she is"

"who is he this time?"

"Bethany's new boyfriend" Harriet chimed in, James just looked at me

"no" glaring at Harriet "hes the brats babysitters' brother, why?"

"because dayum"

"James, your gay is showing"

James is bisexual, as loyal friends/girlfriends we all take the piss from time to time, but who wouldn't. he just flipped his hair and walked out the room

"your boyfriend is so strange"

"oh i know but i love him"

"i know you do"

"hey listen, my phones about to die, ill text you or skype you tomorrow yeah?"

"sure, when ever your free, just check what time it is over here, because im not picking up at four in the morning again"

"byeeeeeeee" waving her hand at the camera "love you"

"love you too" waving my hand at her again. she just gave herself a double chin and ended the call

*Mike’s Point of View*

I could still hear fits of laughter coming from behind the door I had just closed.

Well done Michael, make a fool of yourself in front of Beth and her friend.

I groaned in frustration as I headed for the stairs, stopping as I realized what I looked like when I passed a mirror hanging on the wall. I noticed my usually tan face was now a light shade of pink- fuck. At least I made her laugh, right? Her laugh was one of the most beautiful sounds I had ever heard coming from her mouth, except maybe her singing. At least we might have something to talk about if she decides to come down in a bit like she said. God, I could still hear parts of her conversation now, halfway down the stairs.

"Shit, no Harriet!" Followed by tons more laughter. I wonder what she was doing?

"Nah...I’ve got him in my house, bitch!" Wait, what? Is she talking about me? Well I am the only person in her house...why is she talking about me?

Instead of doing the decent thing of leaving her to talk to her friend, I decided to try and hear more of her conversation. I stood there still facing down the stairs, slightly leaning against the wall when a voice made me nearly fall down the stairs. I turned around to face Beth, standing with her arms crossed and leaning slightly on the wall. God knows how long she was stood there. I realized I don't even know what she said.

"Sorry, what?"

Instead of repeating what she said, she simply laughed and carried on down the stairs with a playful smile still playing on her lips. I mentally forgave her for scaring me though, as her walking down the stairs gave me a perfect view of her ass.

I followed her right into the kitchen, leaning against the counter as she filled the kettle- Vic wasn’t wrong, she does like her tea. I stood there watching her move around her kitchen until I heard her voice again. I really need to stop spacing out while looking at her, because not only do I have a girlfriend, but I also miss what Beth says.

"Sorry, what was that?" I’m pretty sure I sound embarrassed, which I am.

"I asked if you wanted a drink," She repeated, not looking at my probably very bright pink shade. However, she concentrated on making her drink.

"No thanks, I’ve still got some Coke somewhere,"

"Okay, did Vic feed you or do you want anything to eat?"

Vic only made him and the brats food, as I was outside smoking. I don’t really mind, but now I’m quite hungry.

"No thanks, I’m not hungry," This was the perfect time for my stomach to make some strange gurgling noise to prove my lie.

"You sure about that?" Her playful smirk was playing at her lips again.

"I might be slightly hungry, but I can manage,"

"What do you want me to make you?"

"You don't have to do that,"

"I'm bored, so I'm offering. What do you want me to make you?" I vaguely remember Vic saying something about her pancakes being awesome, but I can’t expect her to make me food.

"All you had to say was pancakes," I heard her say before she began going through cupboards, placing various ingredients in a bowl and mixing them. I was still in a daze, much like I had spent most of the morning in, until I realized she was making pancakes. I didn’t even remember telling her that I wanted pancakes. I don't even think I was thinking about her for once as I blanked out, I must’ve just been lightheaded from not eating all day.

I could feel someone nudging me slightly, then harder, then my face really hurt. I looked down as a big pair of brown eyes were looking up at me, all traces of sarcasm and happiness gone, however they were big with worry.

"Are you sure you’re alright, Mike? You look like you’re about ready to pass out,"

"Er..yeah, I'm just lightheaded I think, I haven’t eaten all day."

"Well, your pancakes are nearly done,"

Everything feels so weird, like a good weird but weird all the same. I mean, this girl who I know nothing about is slaving in the kitchen for someone she doesn't even know. I guess it’s just nice to finally have someone who is being nice for once. I could get used to this- wait, what? I have a girlfriend. Michael, you have a girlfriend. That means stop looking at her lips, stop looking at her ass, and stop imagining coming on to her in the kitchen. Why?Because. You. Have. A. Girlfri-

"If you want any more, tell me because I’ll have to make some more mix up," Beth turned around with the empty jug she had made the mix in.

"I don't think I can eat any more," I chuckled, patting my stomach.

"Well, you've got one last one, then you can go and sleep or whatever you do,"

"I'm not even tired, why would I want to sleep?"

"Because, this is my grandma’s recipe. I’ve eaten so many of these in my lifetime and they make you sleepy as hell. You just wait," she smirked slightly, turning to flip the pancake.

"I don't know about tired, but certainly full. I don't think I'm ever going to eat again."

"So," she said plopping the last pancake on my plate and sitting opposite me with an apple in her hand. "If you don't want to sleep, what do you want to do?"

"I would like to get to know you," I said in between eating my pancake

"Sounds cool to me, I might actually make a friend here,"

"I thought Vic was your friend?" I asked, slightly puzzled. He definitely thought of her as a friend.

"Oh, I didn't even know Vic liked me. I thought I was more of someone to talk to. Of course he’s a friend," She faltered slightly in the last part of her sentence. Does she really think so low of herself?

"Come on, let’s see if there is anything on TV," I tried to lighten the mood slightly.

It worked as she smiled slightly, following me into the living room and turning on the TV. She passed me the remote and sat on the sofa next to me, not too close but not to far either, as the sofa was small.

Notes

this should be longer but my laptop is going to close its-self down and there's nowhere to put it so yeah, sneekpeek into beths friends.

ill put the rest up tomorrow at some point so look forward to that.

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