BILLIE'S POINT OF VIEW
"You look like such a drag" I say as I open the door to a messy looking Loraine.
Loraine Stevie Anderson, my best friend for as long as I can remember.
10 years if you want to get specific.
She enters my house without saying a word, I close the door after her.
I fold my arms and turn to look at her, a questioning expression on my face.
She drops her precious original Louis Vuitton bag on my centre table, crosses her leg and turns to stare at me.
If there's one thing about Loraine Stevie Anderson it's that she's always classy,no matter how shitty she may feel or look.
"Jacob is having a party for his baby mama" She says.
Jacob Anderson, husband to Loraine,owner of multimillion company,only son to a big movie start mother, cheating asshole.
I unfold my arms and walk towards Loraine, sitting beside her.
Her lips are set in a defiant thin line but her eyes house unshed tears.
"Oh honey" I pull her towards me and she lets loose, quiet body racking sobs.
Loraine does everything gracefully,even crying.
She pulls away from me and takes an handkerchief from her bag and dabs at the corner of her eyes, careful not to affect her flawless eye makeup.
"I'm being dramatic, aren't i Billie?" She asks, a look in her eyes that says even she doesn't believe her words.
I shake my head, my messy hair getting in my eyes just a bit.
"Of course not love, you have every right to be upset, now tell me everything"
She starts.
Jacob and Loraine got married two years ago much to my disappointment, I never felt he was good enough for her and to her.
A day to her wedding it was revealed that Jacob had gotten a young university student pregnant four months prior.
Loraine was devastated, she cried in my arms and I told her we'd take a trip to Miami to celebrate the fact that she didn't get stuck with a cheating asshole.
Unfortunately, the next day Loraine married the asshole, he filled her head with promises of his undying loyalty.
Whether he kept his promises or not is a fact not known to me, although personally I think he cheats on her every chance he gets.
Apart from the fact that he is indeed a cheating bigot, he's also a jerk who hates me.
He has no real regard for Loraine's feelings nor does he act like he cares for her, but Loraine loves him so much and it hurts to watch.
"And now just because she didn't get the venue she originally wanted, he's having the party in our house" her voice is shaky as she speaks.
I quite hate Jacob Anderson.
"Should I give him a call? Give him a peace of my mind?"
She shakes her head immediately.
"It's not really something to be that upset about really, it just hurts me,you know how I hurt easily"
There goes Loraine, taking the blame for something that isn't her fault, as usual.
"Will you come to the party?" She looks hopeful. "Please, I can't survive without you at it, I'd be so miserable"
I sigh, I had plans this evening but I guess they're not as important as my best friend.
"Only if you promise to have lots of champagne,I can't survive a night so dreary without champagne"
She nods enthusiastically, the silver droping earrings on her ears shaking along with her.
"Then yes I'd come "
She squeals and hugs me so tight, I hug her too, squeezing the woman I love but who will never love me the way I want her to.
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"I suppose you have a good reason for canceling on our outing this evening" Mr Rodriguez says, a scowl on his old face.
I internally sigh, do you know how awful a nagging wife can seem? Make that a nagging husband and it's ten times as awful.
I suppose it is time to drop Mr Rodriguez, even if he does give the best gifts.
"I have an event to attend with my best friend" I say adjusting the large sun glasses on my face.
"An event you didn't have two weeks ago when we made this plan" a scowl still on his place.
"I have apologized Roger and I won't apologize again, this is simply something I cannot miss, end of conversation" I'm beginning to feel exasperated and I want nothing more than to leave this coffee shop and it's awful tasting muffins.
Makes me think of the muffins I had at Mr Gregory's island, too bad I never got to meet the owner of the bakery.
"Don't be so goddamn rude Billie, I have every right to be upset, who am I going to take as my date to this charity now ?" He says, if this were a cartoon smoke would come out of his ears and nose.
But it isn't, so the only tell tale sign of his anger is the redness in his fat face.
I smile, "Don't use that tone with me, I apologized, and maybe, just maybe you can take your wife with you "
Mr Rodriguez, or as I like to call him, Roger is a big business man who likes to bark orders at people and feel in charge.
And he is in charge, most of the time, I reckon the only time he isn't in charge is when he's tied to my bed, spread eagle with anal beads up his ass while he calls me mistress and begs me to cum.
He glares at me, as all the men do when I mention the woman they marry.
"If I wanted to go with my fucking wife, I'd have invited her!" He resembles a tomato now and I almost laugh.
"Look Roger, the only reason you want me with you is because you want to fuck me at the end of the night, they're many others you can fuck so stop yelling, don't forget who you're speaking to, I am not your wife" I'm tired of his bullshit.
He visibly relaxes although he continues to glare at me.
I stand up, fed up.
"I shall take my leave now, you'll be punished for this afternoon later" I turn and walk out without waiting for him to excuse me, knowing I've left him hot and bothered.
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The party is an absolute bore, nobody I know personally is here, Loraine is really busy and the champagne is disgusting.
I should've stayed home and watch a dumb reality show or something.
Loraine whisks past me and I hold onto her arm.
"Loraine" I hiss. "Where the Fuck have you been?"
"Don't swear Billie, it's not like you to use profanities" she doesn't look me in the eyes, something she does when she feels guilty.
"This situation deserves it, why the Fuck are you running around for the birthday party of your husband's baby mama?"
"Oh give it a rest Billie, I'm very busy and I have lots of things to do, we shall speak later okay?" She twists her hands out of my grip and continues on.
I should never have come to this stupid party.
I take another sip from my glass, disgusting champagne.
"If it isn't the show stopper" I hear a voice behind me, a voice I vaguely remember.
I turn around and I'm face to face with the rude man I met at the balcony of Gregory's party two weeks ago.
Can this night get any worse?
"Hello to you to sir" I try to be polite.
He grins. "Acting all posh today are we?"
I can't handle this right now, I begin to walk away.
"Wait" he says, I keep walking.
I hear him walk behind me and he holds my wrist.
"I just want to apologize" he says.
I try to remove my arm from his grasp.
"Just listen to me apologize Jesus Christ"
I stay still.
"Apology accepted,leave my arm" I say.
He doesn't.
His blue eyes twinkle, almost as if they're laughing at me.
"I hate to repeat myself,leave my arm"
He does.
"My name is Arlo" he says, I don't remember asking.
"Italian?" I ask.
"No" he says. "I was named by my grandmother"
"So your grandmother is Italian"
He grins. "She isn't, she named me after an ex she still loved"
I laugh, for some reason I laugh.
"That had to be messy" I find myself saying.
His grin us still in place. "Not really, my grandfather was dead before I was born so there was nobody to disapprove of my name"
I smiled, a small smile.
"You haven't told me your name" he says.
"I see no reason to share such information with you" I say.
"I'm not going to ask why" he says.
I shrug, not really caring.
"If you'll excuse me, I have to horribly disapprove of everything " I say.
"Hopefully a wife doesn't come out and try to cause a scene with you in the middle of it again"
Just when I was beginning to tolerate him.
I smile, a thin cold smile.
"Really? Right after you apologize"
"I apologized because I was being dick and I was angry and I had no right to take it out on you, but the fact that I apologized doesn't mean I'm a good or that I don't think you're a slut"
I throw the remainder of my drink on his face and I turn to walk away.
At least the champagne is tasted awful, no waste.
Authors note: Billie is bisexual. Tell me what you think.