Emily Nyguyen

Emily giggled as she felt the blond’s finger on her nose, the feeling soft and somehow amusing. “This is true.” She admitted with a slight shrug on her shoulders as a response. As Emily listened to her best friend explain herself, she started to think about what the other girl was saying. “Well, what is it that you’re supposed to be doing?” Emily questioned, motioning towards the girl with an empty red solo cup. She only uses these because of the college classic feel. “You know me so well my love.” Emily teased, smiling at the female.

Emily knew that he was going to stride in and ask for reaffirmation. That was a part of their unspoken contract, she was there to be the person that told him that she loved him no matter what went down between him. She was to be his rock and vice versa. While she hated to admit it, she loved every second of it. She absolutely adored the idea of having a man in her life that wasn’t going to screw her over later on. She trusted him with her whole body, even if she would never admit it to the green-eyed male in front of her, and she hoped he trusted her just as much. She playfully rolled her eyes at his question, knowing he couldn’t help it. “Who else would be at my dorm room late at night?” She asked as dry as possible.  She gave him the once over a few times as she speculated what he had brought for their faux-date night. “I’m a big girl, that has big girl needs. You and Vince aren’t the only guys I hang out with.” She teased, holding back a smile at her obvious fib. She did have other male friends, but she didn’t care for them the way she cared for her two husbands. The term had come from a joke in the group chat the Squad from a while ago, and the term between the trio just stuck. “I’ll spill when you spill.” She attempted to explain until she watched him move onto her bed. She knew if she laid into his arms that she would pour her heart out to him. However, she couldn’t let him know her true feelings at the moment, so she attempted to find ways to deflect. “Are you sure you don’t want to eat first? Maybe start on the wine?” She questioned, her eyebrows raised slightly at the male. 

Mimi smiled as she turned to her friend, her grin reaching from ear to ear. “Much better now that I’m here with you, lovely.” She spoke, amused to have the banter Emily would occasionally have between herself and the blonde. “We’re not tired, we’re introverts. There’s a huge difference.” She argued playfully, pointing at the girl with her bottle filled hand attempting to prove a point. 

Emily smiled as she looked at the green-eyed male, a broad smile on her face. She hadn’t known him as well as most of the squad members, but she liked that there was someone that didn’t know everything about her. She could hide behind a happy facade and wouldn’t worry about the other seeing right through it. “Duh!” She exclaimed, nodding enthusiastically at the thought of playing another round. “You’re a great partner to have.”

Emily laughed softly, amused at the statement he said to her. Yes, he had said it to her many times before, but when she heard it from him it made her want to laugh. It was almost as if the phrase was misplaced when it came from his lips. From his seemingly soft and supple lips. Gosh, they look nice. Mimi shook her head slightly, trying to rid herself of the thoughts she had about her male best friend. That’s all we are. Best friends, and nothing more at all. However, she wanted to melt into a puddle when he winked at her. She felt as soft as the marshmallow he had offered her and she knew she was in trouble. “Yeah. My favorite pair of buds. You’re such a good friend. A real bro, an amazing pal.”

Emily giggled as she watched the drunk girl entertain herself with virtually nothing. The duo was a pair that didn’t occur often, but the shorter woman appreciated the time between them consistently. “We didn’t do much together in Vegas, but I’m happy you had a good time. Plus, we didn’t get our stomachs pumped once.” Mimi tried to stick to the positives of her trip, not trying to recall her many drunk mistakes.

Mimi knew that sooner or later Ares would walk back into her life before she was ready to see him. That’s how their relationship worked. He would screw up, she would reprimand him as well as give him a punishment, then he would throw the allocated punishment out of the window as soon as he needed someone to be there for him. She was the person that was always cleaning up his messes with her female and sometimes male friends with his promiscuity. However, she loved him and had a soft spot for him in her heart, even if she would barely admit it to the curly-haired male. So, if someone had asked her if she was surprised at his plea in front of her doorstep, she would give them a curt: no. That’s just Mimi and Ares. She quickly opened the door, knowing he was the only person that knocked, and that’s when he was in trouble. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” She teased, her arms crossed against her chest as she heard him nearly beg to hang out with her. She knew he had carried out his punishment for the most part, and he deserved to have someone on his side, so reluctantly, she let him into her abode. “I won’t yell at you this time, I’m too tired to yell.” She tried to explain, recalling the row she had with her ex-boyfriend days prior that continued to linger around her like a dark storm cloud.

mimi: you slept with my best friend.

Emily sighed as she closed her eyes again, taking a mental pause as she tried to decide what she was going to say to the male. She knew she shouldn’t keep a grudge against the male for the rest of her life, but it wasn’t like she couldn’t help herself. She felt hurt, he was the only person that saw through her proud and guarded facade and decided she wasn’t enough, and it scared her. “Can we not do this? Please?” She asked, becoming more and more hurt as she saw the smile across his face. Emily knew he was trying to be nice, but being nice just hurt her too much at times. “I know you’re trying to be nice, but I can’t.”