by Ivan Walsh

Question: How is this story I wrote so far?
Noticing that Natalie had a dejected look on her pretty face, James reached over Beverlee to try to touch her, but Natalie slinked away from him. He snickered to himself. She really could be prissy sometimes. They didn’t say people looked cute when they were angry for nothing. Sometimes Natalie looked the most attractive when she was pouting and riled up. It just entertained James all the more.

“Why are you so emotional?” he chuckled.

“I’m not!” she said, agitated.

“You’re the same person who cried herself to sleep at the ending of Thelma and Louise.” laughed Beverlee.

“You are such a terrific friend, Bev.” Natalie said. “I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t in my life.”

James smiled warmly at her. “Come on, Nat. We may not be able to make it to the show, but we can explore downtown at least.”

Natalie looked at James for a moment. She cursed herself for not being able to contain her anger for him. There was just something about him where she couldn’t be mad at him for long.

James glanced over at Natalie, watching her eyes and features soften, the frown she had been wearing all evening slowly disappearing. Then she smiled a smile so terrible, so beautiful that he had to look away. He felt a self-satisfaction for being the one to cheer her up.

Eventually they were dropped off at the downtown area. Feeling a little bit excited from being out at a place like New York City with her two good friends gave Natalie a sense of freedom in a way. Sure, she’d been to New York plenty of times, but never without her parents. She didn’t understand what was the point of growing up in a nice family if your parents never allowed you to do fun activities.

“Ooh, Nat!” said Beverlee. “I see a Gucci store a few blocks from here! Let’s go!”

Natalie squealed giddily, giving her best friend a bear hug. “You know I love my Gucci!”

“I refuse to partake in girl shopping.” James said, folding his hands over his chest in mock defiance.

“I’ll pay for the drinks at the bar.” Beverlee said.

“Who said anything about a bar?” Natalie asked.

“Oh, come on, Nat. I won’t drink this time; I promise.”

Natalie chuckled to herself. Like Shaggy from Scooby Doo being leered by food, Beverlee could always be leered in by any alcoholic beverages. Natalie was, however, worried that she might be a borderline alcoholic. Just a week ago Beverlee was literally smashed from all the Vodka Martini’s she tried in Darren’s dorm room.

“Okay, fine,” laughed James. “But don’t expect me to hold you girls’ purses.”

“Too late,” Natalie said, flinging her Kate Spate tote into his arms. “By the way, I need you to pick up my dry cleaners at 12:00. Thanks, and here’s a tip.”

“You know, Nat, for that comment I would knock you out, but I actually like you.”

“Woman beater!” shouted Beverlee.

James frowned. “No way, anyone who hurts you girls, I will personally kill them.”

“You know James,” Beverlee said. “Just because we’re female, doesn’t mean we can’t take care of ourselves. If a man hits me, I’d kick his ass.”

Natalie guffawed wildly. This was why she loved her friends so much. Beverlee could basically kick ass when she wanted to. She wasn’t one of those girls who relied on someone to protect her. If she were in an abusive relationship, Beverlee would find a way to get out of it. In the sixth grade Beverlee and Natalie had promised each other that they would never let a man take advantage of them.

When they got to the bar they immediately found a table. Five minutes into arriving, Beverlee had already took five shots of Tequila. Beverlee could break the world record for person who drunk the most alcohol.

“Beverlee, that’s enough.” James said. “How about a Shirley Temple.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” she concurred. “I need to lay off. It’s not good for my health.”

“And plus, I don’t want you ending up like Amy Winehouse.” joked James.

“She does make good music, though.” said Natalie.

“We never said she didn’t.” Beverlee said. “But she’s kind of a mess.”

“Hey, I’m going to go over there and flirt with those girls over there.” James announced suddenly.

Inexplicable jealous swept over Natalie. Why didn’t he look at her the way he looked at other girls. Not that she liked him as more than a friend or anything. He did flirt with her at times, but James flirted with other girls. And it wasn’t like he ever made a pass at her. He pretty much treated her like an old friend from Kindergarten. That wasn’t how she thought of him most of the time. As much as it made her fee

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Answer by mrevan387
i rate it a 7/10