#merida snow

“Damn you Beth! Damn you Timmy,Tommy! Damn, damn fucking shit, damn it all to hell.”  This is the mantra for the day.  I’m late for my last day of my fourth year of college.  I’ve got four finals due today and my thesis paper that, thanks to Beth and her entourage I was up until four this morning finishing. This thesis paper that I’m late on turning in will decide if I get into a good graduate program.

“Go away.  I’ve got to finish this paper tonight.”  “Okay… I was going to ask if you wanted to come out with me and Jay.  We’re going to that bar near the Navy station.  But I guess you don’t?”  I give her the look while taking note of her attire and sure enough she was in her ‘bar’ clothes.  “No I can’t go tonight. Thanks though.”  I was turning back to my work as quick as I was talking.

“you’re not Bet-”  “Nope I’m not.  Beth is on the other side of the fucking house you moron.”  I said slightly calmer now that I could see Mr. Doone, our landlord’s bedroom light turn on, on the other side of the duplex.  Beth came in my room “What’s going on?  Who are you screaming at?”  “Somebody looking for you!” I snapped getting irritated again.  She leaned across my sill and looking board called out “go home Timmy!”  “It’s Tommy--” my window closed with just as loud a bang as it had opened with.

“I’m never going to finish this goddamn paper, never going to graduate, never going to get a job at the smithsonian or any other museum. God forbid a college.”  I threw the window open with a crash.  “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT!”  I screamed out the window leaning on the edge.  

“Beth…” plunk “Beth…” plunk “Beth!” the hoarse whisper was in the backyard and the plunks could only be stones hitting my window.  I had the only window on the backside of our top floor apartment in a shitty little duplex.  

A smile befitting an angel spread across her face. Oh lord, I looked over her shoulder waiting for the police to come get her for murder.  “I took both our wine glasses and went like I was going to just through the wine at him.” as she said this she sloshed the london fog onto my note book.  “But I let go of the glasses too.  Then turned and walked out of there.  Came straight here to tell you.”

I sighed apparently I wasn’t going to finish this thesis paper today. “What did you do?” “Nothing.  Why would I do anything?” Beth said as she picked up my London Fog and took a sip making a face at the tepid heat.  “Because I know you Beth, I’ve  been your best friend for six years, and lived with you for five and half of those six years. So what did you do to him?”   

“After all the romance books I’ve read I’m never going to find someone!  They’ve ruined me to anything less than mind blowing sex, and ever-lasting, easy love!”   “Hi  Beth.  I take it your date with Dan didn’t go well?”  Sometimes the easiest way to deal with Beth was to ignore her dramatics, okay not sometimes, it’s alway easier if you ignore her dramatic side.