Solitude

I don't know what to say in this part, I wasn't really thinking much of anything here. We all have that point in our lives where everything is going bad all around you and suddenly the floor you're standing on is sinking. We want to climb out, but it sinks deeper and deeper until we're in a pit of our own making. Then it's just you in the dark, curled up and alone.

You know that corny yet effective saying, how you're never alone?

It turns out it was right.

I gasped as I heard the closet door beside me shimmy open and slide to the left before catching sight of two girls looking back at me. The first one looked at me with wide brown eyes, carrying some light freckles across her shoulders and face. Bright, curly blonde hair bouncing with each step, and a decent bust size to boot. Soft, kissable red lips with a bit of red staining her cheek and neck. Oh, I forgot to mention she had on a half clipped bra with one shoulder strap dangling loosely to the left. She stepped forward shyly, revealing her white lace panties with what seemed to be a small wet spot that I caught, before she reached down beside my feet and scooped up a dress from the ground.

Behind her, another figure bumped against the closet door before poking her head out right as a floppy hat fell from where it hung above, landing neatly on her head. "Oh, gosh dang it." She winced in an awkwardly hilarious accent, like my gosh it left me wondering if anyone who ever met her guessed if she originated from anywhere but the south! Stepping forward and into view, I noticed unlike the first girl she still kept her dress on, sort of. It looked blue and similar to the ones the other girls were wearing prior, though this one was loose from the top area as it was yoinked beneath her breasts to reveal a large bra underneath. I'm guessing I intruded by accident here, but this was both awkward and kinda funny. Geez, that dress failed horribly to hide that gifted chest size of hers. Damn, got milk?

Wiping my mascara as it stained my cheeks, I had a double take before sitting up and rearranging myself. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"No no, is fine dahlin' you go on 'n sit. Look like you need the room more than we do." She smiled, it was a very sincere smile before she stepped closer, still wearing that silly hat of hers. I kind of stopped myself from gasping, maybe, I hope I did but I know my eyes widened either way. She had... has, the most beautiful blue eyes you've ever.... well, laid eyes on I guess? Shut up, I'm not as good a narrator as the other guy so leave it or beat it! Point is, those jewels looked so hypnotizing, like staring at the ocean current under the full moonlight. It's calm, relaxing noise at the waves begin to rise, climbing higher and higher the more you stare into them. Until suddenly she blinks and you see the waves in her eyes crash and cease before the cycle repeats again. I think I've fallen into some sort of trance here...

"Golly, she worse than I thought. Abby, g-go on ahead without me. Ima be 'ere an' look after this pretty lil thin'. I'll make it up, 'kay?" She sat down beside me, adjusting her dress so that the top covered her bra again. The other girl, Abby, she put on her dress and nodded before stepping out the door, looking both eyes before locking it behind her.

"Alright sugah, wha's hurtin' you so?"

I shook my head, not sure if I was in the right headspace to play into her therapist role right now. Besides, I'm ninety-nine percent sure I interrupted some sexy times between her and her girlfriend. At least someone was having fun.

She slowly reached around and placed her hand on my left shoulder, scooping me up into a side hug that i didn't ask for. I didn't want it, but found that I needed it as several more tears rolled down my face. I leaned onto her shoulder as her soft voice cooed into a melody as if to put a baby to sleep. "There there, sweetcakes. Let it all out, ya gotta let them nasty mean things outta yer system befoh ye c'n move on."

"That's one way to put it." I sniffled.

"Is my way a' puttin' it. So, ye gunna tell me wha's goin' on in dat cute head a' yers?" She kept her hand on my shoulder, rubbing it gently with hands that felt perfect for a masseuse. Yea, she was a stranger but it felt warm to find comfort in someone like this.

"It's just, I was invited to this stupid thing to like, try and forget this break up I had a few days back. But it isn't working."

"Oh, ex-girlfriend?"

"Boyfriend." I sighed. "Kinda deserved it tho, he caught me... with someone else?"

"Oh! Oh that was naughty of ye, was he not takin' care of yer needs or somethin'?" She sort of chuckled a bit, but not the sort that comes off as a ridicule. It felt more akin to when a friend laughs at your misery, where it isn't actually them leaughing at you suffering but rather a laugh to encourage you into laughing with them. Laughing the pain away, so to speak.

"No, he called me out when we split. That's what's been bugging me, like I felt I had my life exactly where I want it but then he gave me some sort of reality check, fucking Steve."

"Yea, fuck Steve! I hate 'im already." Seeing me begin to smile and tears having stopped, her hand slipped and descended from my shoulder down to my forearm. Leaning in, she seemed cautious to ask. "What er, what's the scoop then, sweetheart?"

"I may have fucked his sister during a college party."

"Waaahh!? Girl, and yer the one being upset? That cute lil head a' yers is quite a project, ain't it?" She cracked up, holding her tummy as suddenly she bent over and began to die laughing. Admittedly, I was annoyed at first. But the thought hit me like a brick, I cheated on him and yet I'm the one upset? Wow, I'm a hypocrite. So yea, I started to laugh with her, the whole situation suddenly became funny to me and next thing I know, we were laughing together at the display of idiocy I had.

"I guess I'm the pot calling the kettle black, aren't I?"

"Nailed it right on the coffin, dahlin." She shot back with a cringy fingergun. Heh, she's great company I'll give her that. "Well, I do hope I helped ye feel better. I mean, yer laughing so is a much prettier sight then seeing ye in tears. I hate seeing a beaut sobbing like that, cuz then it gets me all teary eyes 'n such."

"Thanks, I guess. Sorry I interrupted you and your girlfriend."

She waved in dismissal. "Pfft, she ain't my girlfriend! Just a friend."

"Really?" Raising my eyebrow, I pressed on. "A friend with lipstick on her face and neck?"

"Is how we say hello."

"A friend with her dress crumpled on the floor?"

"She meant to stretch her legs!"

"A friend who was wearing medium pink Charlotte Tilbury lipstick-"

"That's not her lipstick, tha's mine."

I raised my hand as a smirk creeped into my lips. "It was tagged on her left butt cheek. You say hello in that way too?"

Stumped, she pulled back with a wide mouth seemingly flabbergasted with nothing to say. "I... I... she has a very sexy ass, okay?"

"Gotcha!" I chuckled under my victory before her.

"Yea yea, yer a regular Sherlock Holmes."

"I know. Thanks a lot for keeping me company." Clearing my throat and fixing up my hair, there was only one way this conversation can go. "I'm Helen." I said, offering my hand.

Looking at my hand, she grabbed it and pulled me in before kissing my cheek. She pulled back and smirked, somehow I had a feeling her lipstick stuck to my cheek like glue. That little bitch!

"Name's Charlotte, is a real pleasure to meetcha Helen."