His Remarkable Queen

Becca

Becca picked up on the first ring... “Omg it's my best friends 21st birthday.... Happy birthday” She yelled in my ear without even saying hello. “Yes I'm 21 so can you stop yelling now.” She has always been more excited than me about my 21st birthday then I was. Becca was always excited about everything. I on the other hand stopped caring about my birthday's years ago. “Anna remember when we were 16 and I told you that this would be your special birthday” before she could finish, I cut her off. “Becca, I woke and didn’t want to get out of bed this morning. My parents and sister were acting strange and I was almost late for my finals. I do not feel special.” “it's only 11 so you have the rest of the day for something special to happen” “So any way you said something about some food in the text earlier. I skipped breakfast so are you buying” Anna said with a smile on her face. “Of course, sweet best friend of mine. You know the spot” and she hung up on me.

After Becca hung up, I started the car and headed to our favorite restaurant Nicole’s. It was a burger joint that my parents would go to when they were dating, before my father’s company took off. It’s also where I got my middle name. My mother continued to come here even bringing me and my sister and Becca. She said they served the best burgers she had ever had. When I got five minutes away Becca text me, I'm here at our booth. Once I arrived, I parked next to Becca's car and walked inside. She wasn’t at our booth once I reached the booth and sat down, I figured she was in the restroom. As that thought left my mind, I looked up to see her walking up. Her curly mahogany brown hair was half down, and the rest was up in a ponytail. This finally gave me the opportunity to see her new haircut. Her hair was mid back, but she recently cut it to about mid shoulder length. It fit her well her hazel brown eyes popped with the nude make-up she had on today. She wore a bright pink skirt that flared at bottom, with a short sleeve shirt to match. Becca has always been slightly thicker than me. With that skirt on I could see her thick thighs and man did she look beautiful. “Like what you see" she said. as she sat down across from me knocking me out of my daze. I rolled my eyes and didn’t respond. I'm not gay at all but we have experimented a little growing p. Although she hasn’t come out and said I think she is bi-s****l.

‘‘Analise what are your plans for today” she said with a smirk on her face. “Well mom and dad have a dinner planned for tonight at 7” “And they didn’t tell me” she rudely interrupted me. “Welll since I kinda have to go you can come with me. They told me this morning that we are having a guest and I must be there because its important. Other than that, I have no plans.” I ended my statement abruptly due to Sofia walking up. She is a server here. She has ombre brown braids pinned up into a tight bun. She is about three or four inches taller than me and has glowing caramel skin. She is really pretty. “Hey anna. Hey Becca. Happy birthday Anna. You guys getting the usual today?" Yes, they know our names and our orders by heart. We have been coming here that long! “Of course, you know is tradition.” Becca said with an attitude before I could speak. “Yes, thank you” I said with a polite smile. Sofia gave me shy smile and nodded before walking off. I instantly gave Becca a light kick under the table. “Ouch” Becca all but yelled. She is so dramatic I didn’t hurt her not one bit. “What was that for?” She said staring at me. “Stop being such a b***h to Sofia. It's been years now it's time for you to get over it Becca.” I said seriously. She stared at me for a while before turning to her phone ignoring me. She had a slight attitude at the moment. It doesn’t bother me though because I know she will be all right. When Sofia first started a couple, years ago she got Rebecca's order wrong and even though she got in trouble by her boss thanks to Becca. Becca hasn't liked her since. It really wasn’t even Sofia's fault that Becca forgot to tell her everything she didn’t want on her burger. But since Becca comes from a wealthy powerful family, she expected her to know. She can be a real b***h sometimes. We sat in silence until the food came then Becca was happy and decided to talk to me again. Who really gets excited about food?

"So, who is this special guest coming to dinner?" Becca asked biting into her burger. "I have no idea. We will finish this convo once we are shopping. Can't have you talking with your mouth full." I told her. She rolled eyes at me and said you're not my mom Analise. But she did as she was told. And I smiled like a proud parent. Once we were done Becca paid the bill and I apologized to Sofia for Becca's behavior. As we are walking out Becca stops me. I already have something for you to wear so we can go get shoes for it and don’t worry I'm buying. We got in our cars and I followed her around to different stores. We finally came across a*****e that she seemed to like because she didn’t automatically turn around and leave. We looked around for maybe ten minutes and that’s when I seen the rose gold four-inch hill in her hand. The shoe was shimmering in the light with an open toe. “I can't wear that my toes aren't done” I said like a sad child. “Well we have to change that. Your hair to it won't fit with what I have for you to wear today.” Becca said as she was paying for the shoes. Once she was done, we headed to our cars. I stopped suddenly when I noticed the same jeep from earlier a few parking spaces over. The windows were tinted so I couldn’t see inside. “Analise! What's wrong? Are you okay?” she asked with a worried tone. “umm yea I just …. I just saw same jeep at the school today and the drive past the restaurant. I thought I was trippin but I'm not.” I couldn’t help but feeling like the people in the jeep was following me around. When Becca heard my voice, she went into protection mode. “wait here” she told me before walking off. I knew better than to protest she made it her business to protect me now because I would get tormented by people a lot. Before she could even et that close to the car they quickly backed out of the parking pace and drove off rather quickly. I stood there and shock for a moment. Becca returned to me and simply said “get in your car and drive home. We will leave your car there and take mine.” she didn’t give me a chance to respond to her because she got in her car and started it up. Leaving me no other choice but to do what she said.

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