your dress.”
“Seriously,” asked Angela her mouth in a rounded in surprise. “He didn’t!”
“Yes, he did!” Marcella laughed loudly. She reached into the box and pulled one of the shoes from the box using her thumb and index finger. “Look. CLEAR HEELS!”
Angela took the shoe box as her friend dissolved into a heap of giggles. “That’s it, no more black movies for you!” she waggled her finger at her friend. She tried not to laugh but it was hard when she looked down at the yellow stilettos with the clear heels and Chris Rock’s comedic words about clear heels floated through her head.
Angela closed the box and set it on the dresser. She doubted she would have shoes to match the dress and they were the same yellow as the dress even if they did indeed have clear material on the bottom. She shook her head, there was no time to replace the silver and yellow shoes and they were a bit pretty if you didn’t pay attention to the heel. She looked at the shoes and back at her friend. It didn’t appear as though Marcella was going to stop her laughter anytime soon.
She left Marcella giggling and took a quick shower. When she stepped from the shower and wrapped herself in the towel her friend had set out a brush for her hair, plugged in her curling iron and left a pregnancy test sitting on the counter. Angela glanced back at the box sitting on the counter next to the sink.
“Oh my god Marcie, are you pregnant?” Angela asked surprised.
Marcella’s eyes went round as a saucer. “Me? That’s not for me! It’s for you!” she exclaimed.
“What do I need it for?” asked Angela her tone indignant. “I’m on birth control.”
“Well you act pregnant!” Marcella realized how loud their voices were brought down her volume after peeking at the door to ensure Isaac wasn’t about to walk into the room. “You have morning sickness and you are tired. Plus you are having a lot of sex. Meaning you might be pregnant.”
Angela laughed and moved around her friend. “Uhm, first, I never told you I was having a lot of sex.” Marcie snorted but Angela continued as though she hadn’t heard her. “And if I was having a lot of sex, wouldn’t it make me tired?”
“Okay. I sound crazy. I can admit that. But I’m not asking you do that much, just pee on the stick. If you aren’t pregnant then you can laugh and call me a moron. I’ll buy margaritas all night until Grandma Lila lectures us on how unladylike it is to get tipsy.
“But if I’m right, that’s my niece or nephew in your belly. It means that some people do have happily ever moments. That regular people can have a Cinderella moment and true love and all that crap. I just really need you, to pee on the stick.” Marcella waved the pregnancy test in the air.
“When did you turn into a romantic?” Angela wondered.
“When my best friend banged my brother. This is the best possible ending for me.” She said seriously.
Angela shook her head. Only Marcella could say something that selfish but at least her words rang with sincerity. “I’ll do it if it means that much to you but Marcie, I’m not pregnant. I can’t be.” She told her friend.
Marcella ignored her words shooing her back into the bathroom with the test in her hand.
“This isn’t going to be accurate, it’s not morning! It says you should use this thing when you go first thing in the morning so you have hormones or something!” Angela yelled out the bathroom.
“Shhh!” hissed Marcella from outside the door.
Angela rolled her eyes. Her friend truly was a basket case.
She followed the instructions and left the test on the counter as she slipped into the dress. Opening the door she found her friend bouncing outside the door.
“Are you pregnant?” she blurted.
“Marcie, I need you to lace up my dress,” responded Angela. “I can’t be pregnant. I know how to take birth control. You put the little pill in your mouth and then you swallow.”
Marcella rolled her eyes
“Seriously,” asked Angela her mouth in a rounded in surprise. “He didn’t!”
“Yes, he did!” Marcella laughed loudly. She reached into the box and pulled one of the shoes from the box using her thumb and index finger. “Look. CLEAR HEELS!”
Angela took the shoe box as her friend dissolved into a heap of giggles. “That’s it, no more black movies for you!” she waggled her finger at her friend. She tried not to laugh but it was hard when she looked down at the yellow stilettos with the clear heels and Chris Rock’s comedic words about clear heels floated through her head.
Angela closed the box and set it on the dresser. She doubted she would have shoes to match the dress and they were the same yellow as the dress even if they did indeed have clear material on the bottom. She shook her head, there was no time to replace the silver and yellow shoes and they were a bit pretty if you didn’t pay attention to the heel. She looked at the shoes and back at her friend. It didn’t appear as though Marcella was going to stop her laughter anytime soon.
She left Marcella giggling and took a quick shower. When she stepped from the shower and wrapped herself in the towel her friend had set out a brush for her hair, plugged in her curling iron and left a pregnancy test sitting on the counter. Angela glanced back at the box sitting on the counter next to the sink.
“Oh my god Marcie, are you pregnant?” Angela asked surprised.
Marcella’s eyes went round as a saucer. “Me? That’s not for me! It’s for you!” she exclaimed.
“What do I need it for?” asked Angela her tone indignant. “I’m on birth control.”
“Well you act pregnant!” Marcella realized how loud their voices were brought down her volume after peeking at the door to ensure Isaac wasn’t about to walk into the room. “You have morning sickness and you are tired. Plus you are having a lot of sex. Meaning you might be pregnant.”
Angela laughed and moved around her friend. “Uhm, first, I never told you I was having a lot of sex.” Marcie snorted but Angela continued as though she hadn’t heard her. “And if I was having a lot of sex, wouldn’t it make me tired?”
“Okay. I sound crazy. I can admit that. But I’m not asking you do that much, just pee on the stick. If you aren’t pregnant then you can laugh and call me a moron. I’ll buy margaritas all night until Grandma Lila lectures us on how unladylike it is to get tipsy.
“But if I’m right, that’s my niece or nephew in your belly. It means that some people do have happily ever moments. That regular people can have a Cinderella moment and true love and all that crap. I just really need you, to pee on the stick.” Marcella waved the pregnancy test in the air.
“When did you turn into a romantic?” Angela wondered.
“When my best friend banged my brother. This is the best possible ending for me.” She said seriously.
Angela shook her head. Only Marcella could say something that selfish but at least her words rang with sincerity. “I’ll do it if it means that much to you but Marcie, I’m not pregnant. I can’t be.” She told her friend.
Marcella ignored her words shooing her back into the bathroom with the test in her hand.
“This isn’t going to be accurate, it’s not morning! It says you should use this thing when you go first thing in the morning so you have hormones or something!” Angela yelled out the bathroom.
“Shhh!” hissed Marcella from outside the door.
Angela rolled her eyes. Her friend truly was a basket case.
She followed the instructions and left the test on the counter as she slipped into the dress. Opening the door she found her friend bouncing outside the door.
“Are you pregnant?” she blurted.
“Marcie, I need you to lace up my dress,” responded Angela. “I can’t be pregnant. I know how to take birth control. You put the little pill in your mouth and then you swallow.”
Marcella rolled her eyes
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