A couple weeks later
It's 10pm and I'm laying in bed, but far from falling asleep. My mind is racing and my legs are restless to match. I check the clock once again. It's 10:13PM. Jose is sound asleep next to me. The room is dim, lit only by the moonlight peaking softly through the curtains. Outside, I can hear the hum of cars in the distance. Inside I hear the hum of electricity. The largest hum is coming from my laptop, sitting next to me on my nightstand. It calls to me like a siren.
I wonder what the Crafty Bitches are up to.
As I open my laptop, its icy blue light slices through the warm moonlit glow of the room.
A warm fuzzy feeling washes over me as the group screen comes to life.
The first post I see almost makes me clutch my pearls.
As I read the post again, I burst out laughing, gently shaking the bed. Jose mumbles next to me stirring in his sleep, his brown skin glistening in the glow of the light coming from my laptop.
“Sorry,” I whisper in case he can hear me. I don't want to keep him up.
Turning back to my laptop, the post that I had cracked up at moments before stares back at me once again. “ I've never let anyone in my backdoor. Am I missing out on anything?” It reads.
Before I've given it much thought, my fingers are flying across the keys. “Yeah, a bloody asshole,” I type honestly before hitting send. Moving on, I bounce from post to post, mostly inserting stupid jokes that I'm sure most people do not want to hear.
Amongst the group, I find myself drawn more so to some women more than others. I'm not sure if this is normal or not, but when I look around, it seems to be. After all, it's human nature to pick our favorite humans. That's quite literally what friendship is, anyway. It's picking our favorite humans-like flowers in a meadow and then putting them in our non-literal pocket, carrying our love for them wherever we go, like invisible fibers of affection that bind us.
Over time, I'd befriended many in the group, but out of all of them, I had a favorite. My funny friend. Her eyes are a twinkly blue and her nose scrunches in the most adorable way when she's happy. Time and time again, I want to tell her how much I love her nose scrunch, but I don't. So I just tell her she's funny instead. It seems like a less weird compliment. Plus, she is funny. One of the funniest people I've ever met.
She has this way of making me laugh when laughing seems virtually impossible. With her dry wit and semi-flippant attitude, she can miraculously make me laugh, when what I really want to do is cry.
The closer we get, the more I realize just how much we have in common. There's the surface level stuff, like her love for vintage and antiques, animals, and nature, but our similarities run deeper. More meaningful. But the similarities run deeper in a different way. We also share something far more sinister in common, PMDD.
When Molly ends up taking a liking to her too, it doesn't surprise me one bit.
