It was going to be such a lovely day.
It was terrific weather; sunny, but not too sunny, and warm, but not too warm that you would sweat in your t shirt. I was looking forwards to hanging with my favourite people -minus one person-, and anticipated in the exciting adventures that would take place, until that unfaithful moment happened.
We were walking gaily downtown one afternoon. Sun high. A perfect way to start the day. As usual, we walked a long our usual route, split up in different groups. We have so many people in our group that we have to split up in to groups or twos and threes. I was walking alongside Angel. We were listening to Rent while lightly singing to their beyond amazing lyrics. Angel, while singing to Light My Candle, was having a conversation with Ruby. I can't recall what they were talking about, but I knew that I wasn't allowed to talk with them. I was just there for the music. So I just strolled along, humming to my favourite parts, which of course, is the whole song.
We were nearing the heart of downtown, AKA our Hangout Zone. We started discussing what to do with our time. Some of us wanted to go shopping, some of us wanted to go to Chapter, and some of us just wanted to go in between. Ashley, Angel and Anna, or the Triple A's, or in the most retarded form, the 3tardz, wanted to go to the bank first. So, with me being semi attached to Angel, I tagged along. We entered the bank and went to the ATM. Angel used the ATM. We gathered around her, but she gave us her look and told us to go away. So me and Ashley stalked to the chairs in shame while Anna clung to Angel, pretending to be Voldemort licking her ear.
Ashley was walking in front of me to the chairs. While behind, I looked at the clothes she was wearing for the first time. I noticed that she was wearing her typical skinny jeans, and a plain white tank top. I was surprised at this outfit because she would usually dress in a more fashionable manner. Because I cared about her, and wanted her to not have people think of her as a tramp, I told her that she was "dressed like a prostitute". Ashley turned to look at me and gave me the most venomous look she has ever done, and said in her piercing tone "At least I don't dress like a Fucking Fag!" And turned around and sat down on her chair.
I was stunned by this harsh reply. My intentions were true. To tell her that what she was wearing was not in her best interest. But she didn't care. She was full on intent in hurting my feelings, because she knew that my clothings was not of this century. All I did in response was gape at her in astonishment. She wouldn't even shed me a small smile. Not even a "I was jk!"
Till this day, I remember that moment. Every time I hang out with her, I remember. I will never forget those two words that my so called friend spat at me. My kind intentions hurled right back at me. And in the future, when me and this so called 'woman' make our 95th, I will leave her fat, molding ass for someone who knows how to treat me right. Who will thank me for my caring comments. And before I hop into the back of Nindo's Honda, I will look at her and say "Who's the Fucking Fag now!"
