the door and pulling the passenger seat forward for me to get out. It's roughly an hour until Sunset and the sky is starting to get that orange glow to it.
"Bring on the Mojitos." Trina cheers.
I climb from the back of Trina’s car, my heel catching in the belt and causing me to stumble. Luckily Liv's there to catch me by the arm and steady me.
"Hey there, we haven’t started drinking yet."
"I so need a drink." I sigh.
"Well, come on then girlfriend." Her overly Southern accent has me cracking up as we walk up the stone pathway to the black front door.
On stepping inside, it's completely silent. The lamp on the hallway table emits a soft light and as I look through the archway into the living room, I can see that every Tiffany style lamp is turned on. The house is warm, homely and inviting. A real family home. I’m half expecting Pam, Noah's Mom, to come bustling in with some homemade biscuit’s or something.
"Looks like it's just us girls." Liv wags her eyebrows and leads us all towards the kitchen.
It’s a huge kitchen that I can imagine would be my Mom's idea of heaven. All hanging pots and pans from the ceiling and spotless countertops with not even a hint of spilled coffee.
I jump into one of the barstools and lay my chin on my fists, my elbows on the bar. Liv starts pulling all kinds of stuff out of the cupboards and lining them up by the sink.
"So, Cindy tell us the truth, what is LA really like?" Trina asks, taking the seat next to me.
"It’s... um... good?"
"Bullshit!" Both girls chime together.
"Sorry girl but you are a fucking terrible liar." Trina says with a shake of her head.
"Yeah, you've got a tell." Liv nods along.
"A tell?"
"You know, like a tick or something that you do whenever you’re lying. You do this weird squinting thing with your one eye." Trina’s words have me jumping from the stool and heading towards the fridge which is so polished and shiny, I can see my reflection in it.
"I can’t see anything." I say, my face up against my refection.
"Well, you’re not gonna see it now. You gotta tell a lie." Liv laughs.
"I am superman." I say really slowly, my eyes glued to the eyes staring back at me.
"You guys are real funny." I say sarcastically after seeing nothing.
"I’m being serious. You remember in High School when you took me to the bathroom after Brandy bitch graffiti’d on my locker? That’s how I knew you were lying."
"Huh. So I've been going through life with this squinty thing going on and nobody thought to tell me?" Bitches!
"If we told you, then you'd stop doing it."
I sigh and go back to my seat as Liv starts pouring different stuff into a jug.
"I hate LA." All movement in the room ceases as if they’re totally shocked despite the fact they knew I was lying. "I hate college, I hate my roommate who by way is a devil worshipper or something, I hate my life there."
"I think we'll need more vodka for this conversation."
I stare at my hands not really knowing what else to say. There are so many reasons why I’m unhappy with my life at the moment and College is only one of them. Being back in Franklin is like another world compared to LA. Franklin seems all bright and sunny and LA, grey and dark.
"Ok, so basically I don’t have any idea how to make these so it could very well taste like shit." Liv places two highball glasses filled with... Something.
"Are you sure that’s a Mojito? It doesn’t look like one boo."
I can only shake my head alongside Trina, my face up close to the glass containing the weird orangey brown liquid.
"What’s it got in it?" I ask.
"Vodka, rum, some wine and whiskey... Oh and some soda!"
"Aren’t Mojitos supposed to have lime in?"
"Huh, I totally forgot about that." Liv shrugs. "I guess it isn’t a mojito then. Oh! It’s a Livito."
"Oh just give that here boo." Trina rolls her eyes, grabs the glass and eyes it suspiciously. She moves her hand through her curly hair, no longer the afro she had when I first met her,
"Bring on the Mojitos." Trina cheers.
I climb from the back of Trina’s car, my heel catching in the belt and causing me to stumble. Luckily Liv's there to catch me by the arm and steady me.
"Hey there, we haven’t started drinking yet."
"I so need a drink." I sigh.
"Well, come on then girlfriend." Her overly Southern accent has me cracking up as we walk up the stone pathway to the black front door.
On stepping inside, it's completely silent. The lamp on the hallway table emits a soft light and as I look through the archway into the living room, I can see that every Tiffany style lamp is turned on. The house is warm, homely and inviting. A real family home. I’m half expecting Pam, Noah's Mom, to come bustling in with some homemade biscuit’s or something.
"Looks like it's just us girls." Liv wags her eyebrows and leads us all towards the kitchen.
It’s a huge kitchen that I can imagine would be my Mom's idea of heaven. All hanging pots and pans from the ceiling and spotless countertops with not even a hint of spilled coffee.
I jump into one of the barstools and lay my chin on my fists, my elbows on the bar. Liv starts pulling all kinds of stuff out of the cupboards and lining them up by the sink.
"So, Cindy tell us the truth, what is LA really like?" Trina asks, taking the seat next to me.
"It’s... um... good?"
"Bullshit!" Both girls chime together.
"Sorry girl but you are a fucking terrible liar." Trina says with a shake of her head.
"Yeah, you've got a tell." Liv nods along.
"A tell?"
"You know, like a tick or something that you do whenever you’re lying. You do this weird squinting thing with your one eye." Trina’s words have me jumping from the stool and heading towards the fridge which is so polished and shiny, I can see my reflection in it.
"I can’t see anything." I say, my face up against my refection.
"Well, you’re not gonna see it now. You gotta tell a lie." Liv laughs.
"I am superman." I say really slowly, my eyes glued to the eyes staring back at me.
"You guys are real funny." I say sarcastically after seeing nothing.
"I’m being serious. You remember in High School when you took me to the bathroom after Brandy bitch graffiti’d on my locker? That’s how I knew you were lying."
"Huh. So I've been going through life with this squinty thing going on and nobody thought to tell me?" Bitches!
"If we told you, then you'd stop doing it."
I sigh and go back to my seat as Liv starts pouring different stuff into a jug.
"I hate LA." All movement in the room ceases as if they’re totally shocked despite the fact they knew I was lying. "I hate college, I hate my roommate who by way is a devil worshipper or something, I hate my life there."
"I think we'll need more vodka for this conversation."
I stare at my hands not really knowing what else to say. There are so many reasons why I’m unhappy with my life at the moment and College is only one of them. Being back in Franklin is like another world compared to LA. Franklin seems all bright and sunny and LA, grey and dark.
"Ok, so basically I don’t have any idea how to make these so it could very well taste like shit." Liv places two highball glasses filled with... Something.
"Are you sure that’s a Mojito? It doesn’t look like one boo."
I can only shake my head alongside Trina, my face up close to the glass containing the weird orangey brown liquid.
"What’s it got in it?" I ask.
"Vodka, rum, some wine and whiskey... Oh and some soda!"
"Aren’t Mojitos supposed to have lime in?"
"Huh, I totally forgot about that." Liv shrugs. "I guess it isn’t a mojito then. Oh! It’s a Livito."
"Oh just give that here boo." Trina rolls her eyes, grabs the glass and eyes it suspiciously. She moves her hand through her curly hair, no longer the afro she had when I first met her,
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