“Aww, don't be like thatDaddy Dean. You can just say it. You were a Jelly Belly that it was Neo I was riding like a pro and not you,” she purrs, tugging at his tie.
“Nah, I prefer my girls less... insane,” he says, and Harlow laughs.
“Hunny, all the best people are crazy,” she says, patting his cheek before her phone goes off. She checks it, scrolling for a moment before putting it back in her pocket. “Well, I gotta go. Evie’s up, and I’ve got a fun day planned.”
“Can I come?” Rosie asks hopefully as she steps back into the kitchen. Harlow's face drops, and she looks like she's ready to cave.
Quickly and very smoothly, Neo pipes in with a distraction, saying, “Not today, Rosie Posy. Me and you are gonna go to the movies!”
Rosie gets all excited, and Neo brings up the movie listing on his phone to pick one out.
“Thanks,” Harlow says. “Denying her anything is hard,” she chuckles.
“Trust me, I know,” I throw back at her, “And Har, thanks for this morning.”
“Anytime,” she says, then takes off. I don't know if I meant for our little morning powwow or for her helping out with Rosie, but either way, I'm grateful.
Harlow
“OPEN UP! IT’S THE POLICE,” I shout in a really crappy impersonation of a man's voice as I bang on Evie’s door to her townhouse.
A few moments later, Evie opens the door with a grin. “Well, hello there, officer, what can I do for you?” she says jokingly in a seductive tone.
“You know how to eat pussy, right?” I ask, pushing into her house like I own the place... well, I kind of do. “Because even though me and Neo are besties now,” I say, opening her fridge and taking out the pre-made iced coffee, I know she always has in there, and pouring myself a glass. “We are not at that stage, and girl, I would love to be used as a meal, right about now.”
I turn around to see her standing there with wide eyes and a deep blush staining her cheeks. “Who am I kidding, you're gay, of course you do,” I say with a wink, then walk up to her, kissing her on the cheek before plopping myself down on the couch. “So, what do you wanna do today? I'm all yours.” I lay back, widening my legs. Her eyes snap down to my crotch, then back up to my eyes. Poor girl looks like she's gonna have a stroke. What is up with her? I always joke with her like this, and she’s never had this kind of reaction before. Or at least none that I’ve noticed.
“Evie, babe, breathe,” I tell her, sitting up as she looks like she's about to have a panic attack or something.
She shakes her head. “Sorry, still early. My brain isn't functioning right, never does until I have my coffee.” She looks at the glass in my hand and raises a brow. “The coffee you’re so kindly drinking right now.”
“I’ll buy you one while we’re out,” I say, downing the rest of it, setting the glass down on the coffee table. I lean against the side of the couch, resting on my arms as I talk to her. “I wanna do something fun. We should go to a club tonight, but today let’s take a drive to the Santa Monica Pier and play some games and do the rides and stuff,” I suggest then pout, giving her puppy dog eyes. “Pleeeeaase?”
She sighs dramatically as if my idea is a big inconvenience for her, but I know she loves that pier. “Fine. But not only do you owe me coffee, I want cotton candy too!”
“Deal!” I grin, getting up and jumping at her, forcing her to catch me. She’s taller than me, but not by much. She lets out a grunt but starts giggling as I kiss her face all over.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you!” I say, then detach myself from her then head over to the counter where she has her keys and toss them at her. “Let’s go, you sexy bitch.”
“Alright, just give me a minute. If we’re going to the pier, we may as well go to the beach too.”
“Fuck yes!” I shout, fist pumping the air, doing my best Jersey Shore impression, making her laugh even harder.
THE PIER IS PACKED, and I can't even count on my hands and toes the amount of men I’ve wanted to stab already for looking at me like they wanted to fuck me, right then and there. I'm tempted to take them to the top of the Ferris wheel and watch them dangle over the side as they scream like little bitches. Why do men have to be such fucking perverts? I mean, I'm not even dressed suggestively, not that it would matter if I was, still doesn't give men the right to be pigs. I'm wearing jean shorts and a Mariana Trench band tee. Everyone at the club teases me about that one, but fuck them, that band is amazing! And I will continue to blast their songs as I get the club ready each day.
Evie, however, looks gorgeous. She's in an emerald-green crop top with her black bikini top underneath and a pair of jean shorts. Her long, red hair is pulled into a high, messy bun. My bestie is a bombshell.
“What do you wanna do first?” she asks me.
“How about a few rides, then something to eat?”
“Sounds good to me.”
We head to the merry-go-round and get dirty looks from the kids as we cut in line. I slip the young man who is operating the ride a 20 and stick my tongue out at the snot nose punk who had the nerve to say, “Hey lady, you’re too old for this ride.” Fuck that shit. I’m never too old for anything. Evie gapes at me, then smiles as she shakes her head with a chuckle.
Pulling her along, we find a couple of horses as the ride begins. We never let go of each other's hands, holding each other with one and with the other, we cling to our horses the whole ride, laughing and being carefree for once. Sometimes I forget that at the end of the day, I’m a 26-year-old woman. I never had the chance to be a kid. My whole life was pain and misery. Evie has always been my saving grace amongst the demons in the pits of Hell that was my life. Without her keeping me tethered to reality, I would have gotten lost to my beast years ago.
After that, we make our way to the arcade, and I end up spending a half hour playing Whack-a-mole, competing with a ten-year-old boy while Evie just stands there watching in amusement. His mother is gonna need Botox for that resting bitch face she has going on. If she scowls any harder, her face is gonna be permanently stuck that way.