"Who's brilliant idea was it to take the subway, anyway?" grouched Beverlee as she squeezed in between Natalie and James. "James," Natalie said, equally annoyed. "Apparently he's used to public transportation." "I didn't think it would take this long to get to New York." said James.
"You thought wrong." Natalie said.
She wasn't very happy with James at the moment. Throughout the whole day everywhere they went, James kept looking at various girls. She didn't know why, but it unnerved her. Why did every guy think they could get away with flirting with girls when girls themselves couldn't? She had told Beverlee this, but Beverlee just put on that dumb smirk and told her that that wasn't the issue that was bothering her. Stupid Beverlee. She didn't know anything.
"What is your problem?" James demanded. "Nothing your concern." "Try me." "Okay, Nat's just jealous because---" began Beverlee, but was cutoff by Natalie's death glare.
"Jealous of what?" he asked.
"I'm jealous that everyone was able to make it to the comedy club but us." she improvised.
"Don't cry, grouchy Marx." he smiled. "It's not that bad."
"If course not! You're hitting on every girl you lay eyes on!"
James looked taken aback. Natalie just scoffed. Of course he would never understand or realize his stupidity. He was just a man. An irritatingly good looking man, but a foolish man nonetheless.
She hated being stuck on a dirty subway just because James decided it would be a good idea to take them to see his favorite comedian in New York. Natalie was a magic show person, not a comedy club person. She didn't even think half of the things people said on Comedy Central was funny.
"I have a joke," Beverlee said, trying to change the subject. "What do you call a sandwich that takes people from place to place."
"A subway." James and Natalie said simultaneously.
Then Natalie said, "Pretty obvious, Bev."
Beverlee pouted. "My jokes are lame, huh?"
Natalie giggled. "No, at least you're attempting to lighten up the mood."
"I don't know what I did to piss you off, Nat." James protested. "But you're acting like a bitch."
"Actually, you are kind of bitch right now." concurred Beverlee.
"Just be quiet; the both of you. I have a headache from all the fumes I'm inhaling from this horrific bus."
James contorted his face. "You're such a priss."
"I told you that since day one." said Beverlee.
Natalie sighed in disbelief that her two closest friends were ganging up on her. She just wanted to go back to her college campus, curl up in her bed, and watch her Natalie Wood movie collection on her 19-inch Toshiba wide-screened television while pigging out on banana moon-pies with a bottle of RC to wash it down. If James knew what she was desiring at that moment, he would change his mind about her being a priss.
Noticing that Natalie had a dejected look on her pretty face, James reached over Beverlee to try to touch her, but Natalie slinked away from him. He snickered to himself. She really could be prissy sometimes. They didn't say people looked cute when they were angry for nothing. Sometimes Natalie looked the most attractive when she was pouting and riled up. It just entertained James all the more.
"Why are you so emotional?" he chuckled.
"I'm not!" she said, agitated.
"You're the same person who cried herself to sleep at the ending of Thelma and Louise." laughed Beverlee.
"You are such a terrific friend, Bev." Natalie said. "I don't know what I would do if you weren't in my life."
James smiled warmly at her. "Come on, Nat. We may not be able to make it to the show, but we can explore downtown at least."
Natalie looked at James for a moment. She cursed herself for not being able to contain her anger for him. There was just something about him where she couldn't be mad at him for long.
James glanced over at Natalie, watching her features soften, the frown she had been wearing all evening slowly disappearing.
"You thought wrong." Natalie said.
She wasn't very happy with James at the moment. Throughout the whole day everywhere they went, James kept looking at various girls. She didn't know why, but it unnerved her. Why did every guy think they could get away with flirting with girls when girls themselves couldn't? She had told Beverlee this, but Beverlee just put on that dumb smirk and told her that that wasn't the issue that was bothering her. Stupid Beverlee. She didn't know anything.
"What is your problem?" James demanded. "Nothing your concern." "Try me." "Okay, Nat's just jealous because---" began Beverlee, but was cutoff by Natalie's death glare.
"Jealous of what?" he asked.
"I'm jealous that everyone was able to make it to the comedy club but us." she improvised.
"Don't cry, grouchy Marx." he smiled. "It's not that bad."
"If course not! You're hitting on every girl you lay eyes on!"
James looked taken aback. Natalie just scoffed. Of course he would never understand or realize his stupidity. He was just a man. An irritatingly good looking man, but a foolish man nonetheless.
She hated being stuck on a dirty subway just because James decided it would be a good idea to take them to see his favorite comedian in New York. Natalie was a magic show person, not a comedy club person. She didn't even think half of the things people said on Comedy Central was funny.
"I have a joke," Beverlee said, trying to change the subject. "What do you call a sandwich that takes people from place to place."
"A subway." James and Natalie said simultaneously.
Then Natalie said, "Pretty obvious, Bev."
Beverlee pouted. "My jokes are lame, huh?"
Natalie giggled. "No, at least you're attempting to lighten up the mood."
"I don't know what I did to piss you off, Nat." James protested. "But you're acting like a bitch."
"Actually, you are kind of bitch right now." concurred Beverlee.
"Just be quiet; the both of you. I have a headache from all the fumes I'm inhaling from this horrific bus."
James contorted his face. "You're such a priss."
"I told you that since day one." said Beverlee.
Natalie sighed in disbelief that her two closest friends were ganging up on her. She just wanted to go back to her college campus, curl up in her bed, and watch her Natalie Wood movie collection on her 19-inch Toshiba wide-screened television while pigging out on banana moon-pies with a bottle of RC to wash it down. If James knew what she was desiring at that moment, he would change his mind about her being a priss.
Noticing that Natalie had a dejected look on her pretty face, James reached over Beverlee to try to touch her, but Natalie slinked away from him. He snickered to himself. She really could be prissy sometimes. They didn't say people looked cute when they were angry for nothing. Sometimes Natalie looked the most attractive when she was pouting and riled up. It just entertained James all the more.
"Why are you so emotional?" he chuckled.
"I'm not!" she said, agitated.
"You're the same person who cried herself to sleep at the ending of Thelma and Louise." laughed Beverlee.
"You are such a terrific friend, Bev." Natalie said. "I don't know what I would do if you weren't in my life."
James smiled warmly at her. "Come on, Nat. We may not be able to make it to the show, but we can explore downtown at least."
Natalie looked at James for a moment. She cursed herself for not being able to contain her anger for him. There was just something about him where she couldn't be mad at him for long.
James glanced over at Natalie, watching her features soften, the frown she had been wearing all evening slowly disappearing.