Jessica Garland could tell she’d caught Emma off guard, turning up in Glen Valley. She cackled to herself when her friend hung up. Emma hates surprises. One of my jobs as her bestie is to keep her on her toes and drag her work obsessed ass from the land of boring, into the realm of fun. Jessie giggled to herself and pulled her pink VW beetle into a parking bay. She looked up through the windscreen at the cute and punch little town cafe. It had the peace symbol sticking out of a cartoon slice of cake on the sign. Aww, that’s so cute. I hope they do good tea and their options aren’t simply black or white. I gotta have me some Ealy grey in a morning, Assam during the day, and camomile at night, or there will be hell to pay. She smirked to herself and averted her green eyes to the rearview mirror. She zhuzhed her curly blonde hair and pink highlights. Her pink lipstick was on point, and she winked at her gorgeous self. Alright Glen Valley. Let’s see how you won over my career focused friend so she decided to settle down in the back end of nowhere, isntead of chasing after a fancy position in a hospital. 

That was their plan, after all. Once they were both qualified, they would both work in the same city, like Seattle, and use their well earned wages to share an apartment. They would work hard, party harder, and did everything together at college. Then Emma’s Ma get’s engaged and moves their whole family to Glen Valley. Emma starts some sort of apprenticeship and told me for hours how fucked up this place was. Jessie got out of her precious pink beetle and put her hands on the hips of her apple bottom jeans. Each butt cheek held pink diamantes in the shape of a crown, her white halter-neck vest had buttons down the middle, pushed her breasts together, and had no sleeves. Her wrists jingled with silver bracelets to match her earings, and a silver love heart pendant rested from a necklace she never took off. She walked over to her boot to change her driving pumps over for a pair of sleek white heeled sandals, and she held her pink fluffy clutch purse as she swaggered towards the cafe. Something about this town won over my career hungry bestie. Her grin grew as she pushed open the cafe doors. And I’m not leaving until I find out what, or who, dared to break up our bestie-plan.