The Babysitter

~10. Realisation and meomories.~

A/N: Oh my god, I had literally no motivation, energy, ideas or time to write and I'm really sorry!
I survived my oral exam last Tuesday, though and I did very well, even. That was a tiny motivator and positive boost, however, I still feel a bit off.

I hope you'll enjoy this chapter, even though it might be very different to the others.

Stay healthy and kind💗

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⚠️Tw: mention of sh⚠️

"I don't know. I don't like her vibe. Honestly, she seems really emo and too perfect. It's suspicious." Amena furrowed her blonde brows, as she took a seat on her bed.

"Emo? Seriously?" I rolled my eyes. "Rita isn't emo. Yes, she wears darker colors, sometimes, but common. She's really nice and sweet." Whilst I mentioned her name, a slim smile formed on my lips. "I know you'll miss me. But believe me, if I ever get in a relationship, I won't leave you at the roadside, baby." I grinned and cupped my best friend's cheeks, earning a wet tongue to lick my hands. I removed my hands quickly and wiped them dry on my pants. "That was disgusting."

Amena rolled onto her stomach. "I thought you're a lesbian. You do other stuff than being licked. Also, since when are Rita Olsen and the words nice and sweet compatible in a single sentence?"

I squeezed my eyes slight close and mocked her. "Funny. Just because you are boring, cause you like guys, doesn't mean I'm into weird stuff."

"I don't like the fact, that I'm attracted to them either, little fuck."

"But you are." I grinned.

"You know what, go and let that goth girl fuck you up. I don't care." The girl replied dramatically, as she did all possible gestures with her hands.

"Always so dramatic. Are you sure you're not a little bit fruity?"

"Straight as a spaghetti-" As she said that, a smirk formed on my lips and she knew she fucked up.

"A spaghetti is straight until-"

Amena cut in. "Don't. I know, it was an impractical argument. But you get what I mean. Show me what you'll wear."

She knew how to distract me. Whatsoever, I just went with it and pulled the outfit outside her wardrobe. I had created, this black and sexy outfit inside my head already, which I hoped the brunette would like.

"What about-" I was immediately interrupted, as I hold the dress in the air. I wasn't even able to show her the shoes or anything else.

"Never. No." The blonde shook her head, whilst sitting up straight in the bed. "I ain't gonna let you walk outside in a whore's dress. You look good in mostly everything, but not that. There's no need for you, to put on that dress." In an instant, Amena was next to me, pulling a whole different outfit out of her wardrobe. "Here. It's not slutty, but pretty and innocent."

"Since when am I innocent?" I scoffed and began to change.

"Please, we all know it. You are hot and beautiful, yes, but you're not a prostitute. You are innocent. So, I don't get why you go on a date with Rita Olsen. She's the complete opposite of you. Do you even have a single thing in common?" Amena sighed, whilst letting herself fall onto her bed again.

Honestly, I didn't know what she had against Rita. She's really nice and she listens to my side. She has an open ear for me. Yet, Amena never meant anything like that in a bad way. Her criticism was never meant in a bad way, but it felt so mean this time. It still upset me, that she didn't like her.