✔️Romance || WomanxWoman || short novelette was written together with bibi_the_nomad
Sarcastic, sharp-tongued Ava Allard didn't get to college. Almost ten years have passed since then, but the young woman is still working at her mom's misfortunate (...
"Oh my God, Libbie, you can't just barge in like that. You could have knocked," my mom said. "You almost gave me a heart attack. What happened?"
"I called you! I've been calling and texting you for like twenty times."
"Sorry, we lost track of time," I said, standing up from the couch. I really didn't want her to come over today. Everything was going so well, and now I'd have to explain who our guest was, why we were together. She'd start getting jealous like she always did in school. "Libbie, let's talk tomorrow. We're a bit busy right now, we have guests. We'll meet up and chat tomorrow."
Libbie glanced at the table with glasses, half-drunk wine, pistachios, and snacks. "Yeah, it's obvious you were very busy."
"Libbie, would you like to join us?" Mom asked gently.
"No thanks, I think you guys are having fun without me."
"Why are you such a pain in the ass, Libz?"
"Is that how you talk to your best friend?" she hissed.
"Girls, stop it..."
Libbie ignored Mom and stepped closer to me. "Did you forget something, friend?"
"What are you talking about?" I felt my face flush crimson, right to the tips of my ears. Bo probably heard everything and was tactfully staying out of sight.
"Need a reminder? The interview today! Remember that, friend?"
"What interview, Ava?" Mom asked, surprised.
"Forgive me! The day was so long, so many things happened! It slipped my mind, really."
"Things slip your mind way too often! I had to cover for you in front of the boss! He waited for you for an hour. I called you God knows how many times, but you obviously didn't care!" Her cute, short curls stuck out in all directions, and tears glistened in her large hazel eyes.
"Libbie, it was wrong of Ava to let you down like that, but you shouldn't behave like this now. We have guests." Mom tried to put a hand on her shoulder, but Libbie pulled away.
"We were supposed to work together, get an apartment, have pizza nights!"
"That was what you wanted, Libbie! Not me. Yeah, I might seem like a loser, especially in a country where living with your parents after 18 and not going to college is considered weird and lame, but I love living with my mom. Yes, we fight sometimes, and the café frustrates me, but not because it's not profitable or as trendy as At Monica's. It's because it drags my mom down, just like my dad did, and it doesn't let her live the life she wants."
"Ava, sweetheart..." Mom took a sip of wine.
"You're talking like this because you think you're cool now."
"What are you even talking about?!" I was starting to boil over.
"I really thought we were friends, but you never told me anything."
She pulled her phone from her pocket and showed a post from some social media site. It was Bo and me getting out of her car. Bo looked stunning: bold matte lips like rose petals, jet-black hair, and there I was next to her in plain jeans, a polka-dot shirt, and my messy half-bun on top of my head.
"And what did you expect? That I'd apologize for having a personal life?"
Libbie deflated, clearly unsure of what to say next. She probably thought I'd be wringing my hands and begging for her forgiveness. "You can play the poor, proud girl all you want, but we both know that unlike me, your parents have money. Swallow your pride, ask them for money for an apartment, and get yourself a boyfriend. Maybe then you won't be so obsessed with me."
"Ava, that's enough," Mom said sternly.
"I just forgot to go to her stupid interview, and now I'm the villain! Goodbye, Libbie. You know where the door is."
"Enjoy your hot Mexican chica!" Libbie didn't linger. She was gone in a flash, leaving the door wide open.
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