"I love him," Colette sighed, plunking another colorful spoonful of strawberry flavored ice cream into her mouth. Our girl's night out turned out to be a girl's night in, considering the fact that I can't really go out. We have been watching cheesy romance movies and comedies for most of the night.

"You do realize that Channing Tatum is married to some girl named Jenna Dewan right?" I asked her. She gave me a baffled look, her green eyes wide.

"WHAT? He's cheating on me?!" she shrieked.

"Ummm...Colette?" I asked, worried about her mental state.

"What?" she snapped.

"I don't think Channing Tatum knows that you even exist. And, I'm almost 200 percent sure that you're not dating him," There was no easy way to put that statement, but hey, blunt force always worked in situations like this.

"Bullshit Evelyn, he does too. You just want him all for yourself!" she responded. I blinked my eyes, shocked at her wild behavior. Jesus Colette it is just a damn guy! And I'm pretty sure he doesn't know you are even alive or the fact that you are salivating over him like a dog.

"Actually, I don't like Channing Tatum. I like Taylor Lautner, and Ian Somerhalder," I responded in a matter of fact tone. Colette nearly dropped her pint of ice cream.

"Okay, now is the time when I ask you if you are straight. Do you not see his face or his body?" she asked.

"I have eyes! Of course I can see his face and body! I just don't find him all that hot."

"Oh I forgot, he isn't a steamy cop. Only those type of men seem to get your attention now a days," she giggled. I rolled my eyes, continuing to watch the movie that was playing on the television. I think it's called the Vow, but I wasn't sure. I'm not familiar with romance movies.

"Steamy cop? It sounds like you're describing a dinner or something." I shook my head.

"Well...I mean...it could be a dinner." She laughed. Oh my god, she did not just say that.

"I cannot believe you just said that Colette Valencia!" I shrieked. "You dirty little......skank!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she innocently said.

"What the hell ever! You are so perverted!" I glared at her. "How many times do I have to say it? I don't like Roan in any way! He's too old!" That had to be about the hundredth time I had said that to Colette just in the last three hours. She kept pushing for me to say that I liked him, when I definitely did not like him whatsoever. There was no feelings there. Roan was only there to protect me, and to help me find this person. Anything else was out of the question.

"You are a lying ass bitch Evelyn! I know that there's a tiny little sliver of feelings for him in that shriveled black heart of yours. Just tell me! You know I won't judge." She practically screamed in my face. I gave her a crazy look, wondering where all of this rudeness was coming from. She must have noticed, because she sighed, shaking her head. Her eyes softened a little, offering me a smile. "Trust me, I would be jumping his bones if I were you. He is so hoootttt!" I know you might think that Colette is a whore, but trust me, she isn't. She just tells me whenever she thinks a guy is hot. She never really does what she says she would do. At least, that's what I assume.

"There are a lot of hot guys in the world Colette. But you can't date all of them!" I preached. I really did sound like a preacher. Nevertheless, telling this to Colette was like preaching to the choir though.

"OOOHH! So you do think he's hot?" she prodded. I groaned in annoyance. I couldn't believe I let that one slip. I mean, yes, of course I thought Roan was hot and all, but he was way older than I. Plus, he was my body guard or protector; whatever you want to call him. To feel or think anything else would be irrational.

"I plead the fifth," I answered.

"Boo you bitch!" I would be offended if we weren't so close of friends.

"Quoting Regina George from Mean Girls now, are we?" I tease. She hates Regina George from Mean Girls with a blinding passion. I recall Colette once saying how she wishes she could slowly pluck all of Regina's eyelashes off one by one before stabbing her eyes out with a hot fork. Have fun trying to erase that memory from your minds. I have been trying to delete the graphic image from my mind for a while now.

"I hate that nasty ass bitch!" she screamed. Jesus, remind me to not press her crazy button next time, I thought.

"I know you do. I was just trying to be funny Colette." I reassured, in efforts to calm her down.

"Sorry. You know how I get when I eat too much ice cream. But I hate her! She's like school in July! No class there!"

"Oh my gosh I'm dying right now," I laughed.

"You know it's true Eve," she giggled. I had to admit, Colette was kind of right.

"Yes, I would have to agree on that one," I replied. Colette abruptly jumped off of the couch and turned off the television. "Hey!" I yelled in protest. "I was watching that movie!"

"Oh please, you were not. And anyways, I want to do something fun!" she squealed, clapping her hands together. She really is crazy, I thought. I looked at the clock on my phone. It read 2:50 a.m. What could we possibly do at 2:50 in the morning?

"Okay. Then what do you want to do?"

"Let's go....get something to drink from the kitchen," she said. This can't be good.

"Okay." I said, getting up from the really comfortable couch. I followed her into the kitchen, and watched as she opened the fridge, searching for something. When she didn't find it in the fridge, she soon turned to a cabinet with a determined look glinting in her eyes. Colette seemed to rummage through the cabinet until she found what she was looking for.

"Ah-ha! Here it is!" she pulled out a huge bottle of Vodka.

"You want to drink alcohol?" I asked in a skeptical voice. "While your parents are home?" This was destined for disaster!

"Who cares Eve? Have you ever heard of YOLO?" She asked, eyeing me. "You need to learn to live a little. And after what's happened recently, I think you need to have a little fun." She did have a point. But what if we got caught? What if her mother banned me from ever coming over to their house again? Then I really would have nobody here for me. And I would be in a world of shit.

"Yolo? Who uses that term anymore?" She ignored my question, walking over to the cupboard that held cups and glasses. She got out two normal drinking cups, and she pulled out some Mountain Dew from the fridge. I assumed that we are going to mix the Vodka with the Dew. \"Colette are you fucking crazy?" I squeaked. "We are going to die from alcohol poisoning!"

"Relax Eve. Learn to live a little. Besides, who needs a shot glass when you have a perfectly good 16 oz. cup just waiting to be filled with this alcoholic beverage?" She asked. I was afraid she would say that. This was not going to end well. Both of us were going to end up very drunk. Who knows what we will decide to do then? We could decide to go bungee jumping off of the roof of her house, or even go swimming in the neighbor's pool. (We might have done that a time or two.) We could seriously hurt ourselves. The cops could be called because of how crazy would become.

"Haven't you gone to any health classes C? We could die from alcohol poisoning!"

"Oh jeesh! Learn to live a little Eve! People do this all the time at frat parties!"

"But we could get hurt!" This was my last ditch effort to change her mind. I thought of us getting into a wreck, I saw us jumping off the roof and to our deaths. Even as all these thoughts raced through my head at lightning fast speed, I dismissed them. Just for one night I was going to let go and have some fun with my best friend. Just for one night I was allowing myself to forget about the latest events of today.

"Just one drink is fine I guess....." I trailed.

"There's my girl," Colette smiled, handing me a glass.

Just one night, I reminded myself as I swallowed the first swig of Vodka and Mountain Dew.

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