They Are Friends

Inspired from my time spent sitting on a college campus- much older and wiser than freshman surrounding me.  I don't know what to classify this silly thing as.  But, I hope you like it-- and yes there are a ton of grammatical and punctuation errors.  Can you say... RAW.

They Are Friends

Written By Azia Archer

They are friends.

They sit across from one another at a table– each with a laptop.

The less attractive and slightly overweight one is looking at the other more attractive and physically fit one’s Facebook page.

The attractive and physically fit one is not looking at the less attractive and slightly overweight one’s Facebook page.

No words escape their mouths as they immerse themselves in social networking.

The attractive and physically fit one’s phone vibrates.

It is a text message from Kara.

They are sending messages through their cellular phones about last night.

The less attractive and slightly overweight one clicks over to Kara’s Facebook page and looks at all of the pictures from last night.

They are holding up bottles of UV Blue Vodka and Sprite, making kissy faces and grabbing one another’s boobs.

The less attractive and slightly overweight one looks like she is trying too hard with that shade of orange where her skin should be. But nobody tells her that.

“Let’s do last night again soon!” the less attractive and slightly overweight one posts on Kara’s Facebook wall.

A screen pops up with an instant message.

It’s the attractive and physically fit one asking, “Isn’t Kara ANNOYING?”

“OMG! Yes!” the less attractive and slightly overweight one types back because they are friends and she wants the attractive and physically fit one to like her and she wants to hate and love all the same things that the attractive and physically fit one hates and loves because then maybe she’ll never have to be alone and then maybe she’ll stop throwing up everything that she eats because finally someone will think she is good enough.

“She is such a slut,” the attractive and physically fit one types.

The less attractive and slightly overweight one looks up from the screen and makes eye contact with the attractive and physically fit one who then smiles.

The attractive and physically fit one thinks it’s funny because nobody knows that she fucked that guy in the bathroom last night. The one with the black, flat billed cap.

The one that fucked Kara.

The one that Kara likes.

She then types, “She dresses like a slut too!”

The less attractive and slightly overweight one stares at the pictures of Kara from last night.

She doesn’t look like a slut. Her shirt is tight, pale blue, plunging down her backside.

The less attractive and slightly overweight one wants to wear that shirt. She wants to look like Kara when she wears that shirt.

Kara is so fucking goddamn beautiful she can hardly stand it, so she clicks over to the attractive and physically fit one’s Facebook page and writes, “I fucking love you bitch! You are hilarious! LOL”

And then the attractive and physically fit one quickly shuts her computer, “Hey slut,” she says the way girls joke nowadays.

The less attractive and slightly overweight one thinks she’s a sly devil and gives her a knowing smile.

Kara stands at their table, bright and shining.

She is much more attractive than even the attractive and physically fit one.

She sits down and opens up her laptop.

The less attractive and slightly overweight one thinks she smells amazing, that she is so fucking nice and pretty.

She hates her.

They smile at one another.

They are friends.

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I think I'm going to begin occasionally posting works that I would never try to get published... Stuff like the above... Writing "exercises"-- stuff to keep my typing/writing/etc. when the block sets in.  What do you think?