Cora
"Finally. Thanks for staying behind with me. I thought the funeral was going to be more difficult than it was." Emily turned around and smiled. "I'm glad I have you."
"You stayed with me while I wrapped up that issue I had with my science credits, and I stayed to help you get through Mimi's death. We're best friends. It's what we do."
"I guess. Remind me to give the other two hell for leaving without us a few weeks ago."
I tugged on the zipper of my suitcase and glanced up. "I'm glad they did. I'd rather they get to the lake house early and clean up the spider webs for us."
"I guess, but I'm sure Cindy already has several guys helping her do anything she wants. I swear the girl sold her soul to the devil to attract any man she wants."
Emily moved over to my bed and pushed down on the top of my suitcase. My best friend since grade school was far too pretty to cover herself up the way she did. I glanced over and let my eyes run over her baggy t-shirt and loose shorts.
"She's just friendly, cute, and looks innocent. Unlike us," I snorted and tugged hard on the zipper. "You're bringing something other than your baggy clothes, right? You have a hot body under all of that, you know?"
"This again?" She gave me a sideways glance. Her dark hair was pulled up in a loose ponytail, her face free of makeup.
"I'll always plague you about this. You're never going to find a guy when you don't look like you want to." I moved back and bent over, tying my tennis shoes and admiring her shapely legs. "And, I know you want a boyfriend."
"I do, but I'm not getting him with nothing more than physical attraction between us, Cora. I've seen how well that's worked out for both you and Cindy. Guys who are head-over-heels for a hot girl are everywhere. And no offense, but it would seem that it's not just the first hot girl they meet that steals their attention. It's every hot girl. How long am I going to entertain a guy that thinks with his dick instead of his brain?"
I nodded and stood up. "I get it."
There hadn't been too many times in my life that I could recall having a boyfriend who didn't sleep around while we were dating. Brandon James was the most recent, and thanks to him, I'd sworn off guys for a while — and blonds forever.
"Hey." She reached out and touched my shoulder. "I didn't mean to insinuate anything. I just don't want a guy who's interested in the size of my boobs and not my personality, nor my intelligence."
"Good luck with that." I walked to the kitchen table and picked up the brochure from Emily's grandmother's funeral. "The service was beautiful. I'm proud of you for speaking at it. I know that had to be hard."
I turned to smile at her as countless memories of our summers at her Mimi's house raced over me.
"She would have been disappointed if I didn’t. I'm sure the silly old goat would have haunted me." The smirk that lifted her mouth didn't take away from the sadness around her eyes, but it was a start toward healing.
"This is true, and she would have haunted me for not supporting you." I laughed and grabbed my sunglasses and keys. "We ready?"
"Yep. I just need to run to the restroom. Get the snacks out of the cabinet that I picked up for us. It's cheaper to buy in bulk." She turned and walked out of the room as I rolled my eyes.
After grabbing the treats, I did a quick sweep through the apartment and let out a sigh. "Four years of my life...over."
Graduation had been a few weeks before, and I was now a grown up — or I was supposed to be.
"Are you talking to yourself again?" Emily snagged the keys from me. "I want to drive the Beamer. My parents aren't rich, and I'm almost out of time to live vicariously through you and yours."
"Don't say that." I picked up the bag of snacks and walked into the living room. "You and I are going to be in each other’s lives forever."
"You really think so?" She glanced over her shoulder as she popped the handle to her suitcase.
"I know so. We've been friends since grade school. Why would that change now? We're finally free." I grabbed my bag and walked to the door. "You sure your brother is going to take good care of this place?"
"Yes, for the millionth time. He's just like me: conservative, timid, and a clean freak." She shrugged and opened the door, moving out into the hall. "Besides, he needs to check out the campus, and this is a great way to do it. We're stuck in this damn lease until September, thanks to you."
"Always my fault." I paused to lock the door as a warm breeze blew through the open-air hallway.
"It usually is and you know it," she chuckled.
"If it makes you feel better to blame me, then fine. I'll take it." I tugged at the shoulder of her shirt and shook my head. "I'm getting you in a bikini this summer."
"I'll wear one with you guys, but it's not happening in public. My boobs are too big, and they don't talk back," she smirked.