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"There is almost a kind of romance in female friendship."
Claire Danes
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Metisha

"Olé!" Margot screams as we get down from my car and head to the beach.

"Idiot. This is Hawaii, not Mexico."

"I know. I just don't know how you say 'Hurray!' in Hawaiian. Do you?"

"I don't."

"Then I will keep saying Olé."

"It's none of my business."

"Oh yeah?" And before the meaning of those two words could register, Margot starts to run off, screaming Olé like a mad woman.

I give the bridge of my nose a hard pinch before running after her. "Damn it!"

I swear Margot is mad! She just doesn't show her madness as much as I do mine!

I double my speed and in no time catch her, however, she kicks my shin so hard that I go tumbling down but not before bringing her along with me.

"Scream Olé one more time and I'll destroy your ability to have children," I threaten, pinning her to the sandy ground.

"I got no balls girl. So that threat's not gonna work." She grins from her position under me.

I frown momentarily but then grin when I remember something. "How about I make a call to Vikram and tell him we are in Hawaii and exactly where we are in Hawaii."

As that statement leaves my mouth, she rolls us so that I'm now beneath her and jumps off me like as if I were a giant bee. "You will do no such thing!"

"Oh yeah?" I ask, mockingly repeating her earlier words.

Ever since her (according to her) 'terrific' kiss with Vikram, my girlfriend's been avoiding the boy like one would a mono patient.

I could remember in the middle of last month, we happened to be at a mall. I was the first to spot Vikram and he saw us too but immediately I told Margot and she saw him approaching us, she did the last thing I would have expected: she dropped her purse, phone and car key in my shopping cart and told me to tell him she needed to pee.

After having to lie to Mr. Too-good-looking-for-his-own-good, I made Margot pay for the fib she made me tell by making her wait for one good hour before exiting the mall.

Now, the mere mention of Vikram is the beginning of fear for my best friend.

I laugh at the expression on her made-up-beyond-fan-recognition face.

God, she actually thinks I'm serious.

"You wouldn't actually do that, right?" she asks and, dear me, is that apprehension I detect in my friend's voice?

"Gosh. A mere kiss got you acting like this? I wonder what would happen if both of you were to..." I pump my fists and hips simultaneously.

"Metisha!" Margot squeals. "For goodness sake, we're in public!"

"And so what? This is Hawaii!" I scream the second statement and a tall blondie in yellow shorts passing beside us yells back, "Oh yes, it is."

I look at him and throw him a wink, he winks back while Margot just shakes her head. "I wish Jules were here," she says as we head to two empty beach chairs. "She would have talked some sense into your thick head by now."

"Shut up and have fun. Our mom ain't here."

Margot chuckles at my reference to Jules.

"I will go get us drinks. What do you want?" I ask as Margot sits on one of the two beach chairs.

"Sex on the beach," she states simply.

"With me? Sorry babe but I don't swing that way." I tell her with a completely serious expression but on the inside, I'm a big ball of grins.

"Hehe. Like as if I would ever want to do you. Just go get the drinks," she says and backs up her word by giving me a shove on the ass. With her leg.

"You're gonna pay for that," I threaten, adjusting my barely there royal blue bikini before I give the whole beach an eyeful of my tits.

"How?" I turn to see her grinning cheekily and I feel slightly jealous of her blazing red bikini which properly covers her boobs and butt.

"Vikram is only one call away," I say in a sing-song voice.

"Call him," she says, surprising me.

"I.. I should?" I actually stutter! I mean, I thought she was feeling the boy?

"Yes. I'm already picturing your funeral."

I place a hand on my chest in mock shock. "You mean you would kill me if I call him?"

"I will even do the tapdance on your coffin," she says, donning her rainbow coloured sunshades.

I fake-gasp. "I can't believe I've been friends with such a heartless individual since all these years!"

"Fuck off."

I flip her off as I saunter off to go get the drinks.

******

After her seventh unsuccessful attempt at hooking me up with a beach boy, Margot gave up and finally listened to my plea of going back to the hotel where we are lodged.

I know that since my three months relationship with Freddy was the longest relationship I've ever been in in the thirty-six years of my life, both Margot and Jules must think I'm heartbroken or something. If not because of that, we never go on a vacation without the other. Jules' insistence that we both go without her only confirms my suspicion: they definitely are trying to get my, haha, broken heart to heal.

But the truth is I feel nothing of sort. I'm even starting to think I'm incapable of falling in love.

Once, a guy I wasn't-really-dating-but-dating-anyway (if you know what I mean) asked me if I had ever been in love.

I laughed in his face and told him that word wasn't in my dictionary.

Turned out that was the wrong answer because he broke up with me on the spot.

Looking back now, I realise I felt something for him. The same thing I felt for Freddy, which was PPA: Pure Physical Attraction.

I giggle at my own word invention and continue to paint my nails for the bonfire a guy invited Margot and I to.

"Metisha! Metisha!"

Margot's sudden yelling of my name startles me and obviously, my hand too.

Shit! Now I've got pink paint on my toe.

I stomp to the sitting room to see what's got the rathead yelling, all the while doing a yelling of my own, "Did you really have to yell to get my attention? Now I've got paint..."

I stop talking. If Margot had been stricken by lightening, (God forbid that from happening, of course) the fixated look on her face would have been no different.

Shock. Horror. Amazement. All three expressions and more are vividly painted on her face as she stares at her phone's screen.

Before I could stop myself, I snatch the phone from her...

Holy...

After seconds of watching the video that's got Margot looking like a statue, that is the only word that comes to my mind.

Then something I immediately try to discount occurs to me.

Is this why Jules was so eager for both Margot and I to be gone? So she can sleep with a married man without us knowing?

Of course not!

I give myself a good rap on the head for even thinking that kind of thought to a friend. Not only a friend, but a friend like Jules.

Girls like Jules don't go sleeping around with random men nevertheless married men.

"Hey," Margot's light touch on my forearm brings me back from my adventure of thoughts, "What do you think happened within two days of us leaving New York?" she asks, that startled expression still on her face.

"We definitely are going to find out. But first, let's call Jules."

"Hello," Jules answers on probably the last ring.

"Hey Jules, there's something..."

A loud laughter at Jules' end of the call gets me confused for a moment but then when she starts speaking again, I roll my eyes.

"Gotcha! Didn't I? Well, sorry but as you can see, I'm unable to pick your call at the moment. Maybe you could leave..."

Margot somewhat angrily, probably for falling for a trick she had dared Jules into, ends the call.

"What now?" Margot asks.

I muse over this a bit. "Why don't we just see things for ourselves since we are heading back to New York tomorrow?"

"So we wait till tomorrow?"

"Relax. I'm sure the video is fake." I tell Margot in an assuring manner.

But what I really mean is, 'I hope the video is fake.

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What's up Beaus and Belles!
Hope you enjoyed that short trip to Mexico? Or is it Hawaii? (The 'Olé' got me confused hehehe)

Wonder what's gonna happen when M&M get back to New York 😐

As curious as I am? Then don't miss the next chapter.

Olé! 😁