Just Between Us

Chapter 3

Stefani's POV

"His dumbass doesn't know the real reason why I don't like it when he tries to find a decent step mommy," I talked on FaceTime with Rachel and I coughed waving away smoke from my mini bowl and lungs.

"Oh- and like I know," Rachel sarcastically smiles.

"Here I'll tell you ju-" I light my bowl up again to take another hit before explaining my shit life.

"He doesn't know that I know that my real mom is dead. Dumbass we've known this for a few years now. And you wanna know how I know he's responsible for her death?" I fell back into my pillow.

"Girl- the man is screwed. In multiple ways," Rachel takes a shot from her side of the phone call and we both laugh.

"Suicide," i lazily declared with my finger and I falls down on top of my head.

"Why'd she do it?!" Rachel chokes on her tequila and drops a lime from her lips.It took us minute to get situated because she's tipsy and I'm high, so we're laughing at any and everything at this point.

"Heart break. How would you feel if your kid told you that they saw the love of your life with another woman who isn't you?" I sighed and crossed my feet.

"It's not that I feel like he's wrong for moving on- she's dead. But he's treating all these women wrong. He'll start a serious relationship with the one he use to cheat on the previous woman before her just to cheat on them with another women that is bound to take their place. It's this endless cycle of cheating, the same cycle that took place when he had an affair with my mom and it pushed her to suicide. None of these women deserve to be lured into his charm and be tricked into being a housewife just be cheated on. Makes me sick that he doesn't see the wrong in what he's doing.." I vented.

"Your dad's a giant pee pee," Rachel concludes.

"You can say dick, we're literally grown," I forgot about the seriousness of our conversation.

"Yeah- I know but it's still an icky word," Rachel goes on. She's such a little kid at times. She never curses. Like- never.

My head dropped drowsily looking at my phone screen and I could barely keep my eyes open.

Rachel does the same and I snickered a laugh and sighed.

"I'm sorry boo, I never knew," she finally gets out with it. I brushed it off.

"Bitch, one of us is gonna forget this conversation. Nobody's gonna know," I started cracking up and she follows along as well.

"Hey..." she whispers and I lean in.

"Do you like- wanna get pizza?" Rachel leans into her phone as well with squinted eyes but she topples over and falls off her bed.

Her drunk ass.

I wheezed a tearful laugh hearing the thud on my phone and she's on the other end laughing as well. I laughed even harder when I heard her doorbell go off and she fumbled off her bed again.

"Yo, who's that?! My mom won't be back from her side piece until the week after next!" Rachel starts getting anxious.

"Wait your mom's cheating on your dad?!" I whisper yelled.

"Not really, my dad's apparently gay after being sent back to serve and they're both just trying to file for divorce mutually. They both agreed the spark isn't there. I'm just glad they waited until after I graduated highschool to split you know?" Rachel shrugs her shoulders but she drops her phone as the doorbell goes off.

"Seriously, who is that?!" She starts panicking.

"I got you pizza, like- 45 minutes ago as a mobile order. I think that's the guy delivering it," i furrowed my brows together trying to remember if I really did order pizza.

Rachel unlocks the door and snags the box of pizza from the delivery guy and quickly locks it. She's already halfway across her bedroom with two slices stuffed in her face.

I flinched as a doorbell goes off in my apartment-penthouse-apartment- who gives a shit?

"Iaowihklaohwbeifob," Rachel muffled through cheese and bread.

"I take it you got food for me too," I slowly made my way over to the door.

"Mhm Mhm," Rachel shook her head up and down vigorously until she gags a burp and cups her mouth. Oh fuck.

"No puking tonight," she declares after wiping her lips clean and shrug.

"Late night Denny's?" I took the package even though the guy was asking me for my number and I closed the door in his face.

"I thought you liked pancakes," Rachel focused really hard on her memory.

"I thought you were drunk. I hate pancakes because no one can make them like my mom could. You, on the other hand, love them," I explain with a small smile.

"Damn... I'll order something else," Rachel puts me on pause.

"Don't worry about it, I have munchies, but I'm feeling creative. This requires Marshmallows, butter and a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch," I started pulling out pots and pans.

"Ever had a Cinnamon Toast Crunch crispy treat?" I adjusted my camera on the kitchen counter as I let the smell of weed air out of the pent house.

"That sounds like a banned food item in America it sounds so illegally good," Rachel gushes over the phone.

I lit a few candles on the counter so I could keep a close eye on the flame and stared blasting H.E.R on my speakers as my head was buzzing along with the music. This was the best part about smoking in a peaceful setting.

"I'll save us a few bars and we can come by your place tomorrow after shopping and we can turn them into edibles, you still have the cbd droppers?" I started to prep everything.

"Mhm! I thumtimes puh nem oh ma tun en icko num," Rachel pulls out the small bottle and drops a bit of the oil on her tongue.

I shook my head with a smile, "I actually understood your dumbass that time," i snickered.

"You understand my dumbass all the time," Rachel explains and flops into her bed.

"I may not be a good friend and I know I try to be a good one, but I hope you find someone who understands you," she somewhat pouts with blushed cheeks from being tipsy.

Oh god, she's giving one of those drunk speeches about how much she loves me.

"And let myself be vulnerable to the heart break my mom endured? Never," I scoffed.

"I'm saying you should let someone make you happy. I love it when we hang out, smoke, drink- whatever shit we're not suppose to do. But I literally have a boyfriend who questions if I have you as a girlfriend," Rachel explains herself.

"What's that suppose to mean," I cracked a giggle.

"It means that if you and me are hooking up, Prince Charming here wants to be in a polyamorous relationship that includes threesomes on a minimum of 3 times a week," Rachel looks like five year old who's explaining a legitimate reason why she stole from the cookie jar.

"Tell Winfrey to fuck off- figuratively," I pointed a stick of butter at Rachel and she salutes.

"I don't even find him attractive like that," I scoffed as I started to mix marshmallows and the cereal together in the pot of melted butter.

"You don't find any guy attractive," Rachel retorts.

"It's called lesbian for a reason Rachel," I replied sarcastically.