The Bear & The Witch

"Alright we'll see you at 9!" The regret I felt soon after hanging up with my dearest friend Stacy was quickly squashed back as I rose from my full size bed, heading for the shower that I hadn't seen in 4 days. Depression will take everything from you no matter how on top of s**t you were but those were thoughts for another day, manic phase in full swing after nearly 3 months of bearly taking care of myself or doing anything that involved being around other people. Stepping into the cold tiles of my bathroom I was almost terrified to see my own appearance, 4 days without a shower and near 2 weeks of refusing to brush my own hair was sure to have taken it's toll but I was going to fix myself up and quit moping around at least for the night and try my hardest to remove myself from the shitty depression put I'd allowed myself to fall into after the "incident". It wasn't life altering nor career ending just some bad reviews on my latest story I had written and posted to one of the many novel apps but I'd taken a chance with a different genre. While the majority of my fans had been happy to read something different from what they were used to seeing from me there were several who had made sure I knew they thought I wasn't cut out for scifi or anything other than the smutty romance novels they were used to getting from me. While the money was nice I had been working though writer's block and the shitty little scifi one shot had broken me out of my tiny little box and gave me more freedom and some excitement, I loved writing romance but there was only so much one could take before they began to seem like the same s**t with different people. Expelling a deep sigh as I looked at the large rats nest my medium brown hair had become before turning the shower on and making sure I got it to what my friends called my hell fire temperature but begining to strip my sweatshirt and shorts, grabbing my wet brush and a new bar of soap I checked the temp of the water before stepping underneath the pounding water. I stood under the water for what seemed like years before grabbing my shampoo and scrubbing the dead skin and everything else that had stuck to me over the last few days, once I felt as if I had removed a entire layer of skin I rinsed the shampoo from my hair before grabbing my conditioner and wet brush and began the horrendous task of taming my hair once again. Everyone that wanted curly hair should see this before speaking such taboo words. By the time I was able to brush easily through my waist length hair the scalding water had turned ice cold, a sharp gasp escaping my lips as the freezing water met my skin and quickly removing the last of the conditioner from my hair before turning off the tap and began shaving while I waited for the warm water to come back before rinsing a final time before reaching for my fluffy black towel. Wiping the mirror as I dried myself off and began scrunching my hair to give the poor locks a chance to curl back into their gorgeous ringlets and adding some product before dropping the wet towel into the overflowing laundry basket that sat between the toilet and sink before exiting to my bedroom to find the spiciest dress I had to wear out. I was never tall even as a kid but it was quite difficult to be taken seriously at 5’0 but I made up for it with my rbf and attitude, I was nowhere Near model skinny but I was no longer the 240 pound fat friend but at 160lbs I definitely felt more confident in my looks and didn’t have the awful thoughts that my friends only hung out with me to make themselves look better around people. As I looked through my closet pearling at the many black dresses I owned almost becoming frustrated with my lack of colorful clothes before deciding on a mid thigh length dark maroon dress with rousing around the hips, off the shoulder top with a sweetheart neckline. Grabbing a maroon lace thong and the matching bra before grabbing my favorite black 6 inch heels and throwing them onto my desk chair before ripping the sheets and comforter from my bed and dragging it to the washing machine before returning to the now chilled bathroom to begin applying enough makeup to hide her lack of self care over the past few weeks. 3rdpov After the young woman had finished applying enough makeup to make herself unrecognizable from the goblin that had entered the cold bathroom 2 hours before she walked back into her bedroom and over to her desk and began dressing herself first with the undergarments then forcing the skin tight dress before heading back to her laundry room to move her comforter to the dryer and starting one of four baskets of laundry she’d accumulated of the last 6 weeks before checking the time. 8:15 Just enough time for her to grab a few grapes and some water before she collected her black clutch, keys and pulling on her heels before stepping out of her small apartment once Stacey had texted her saying herself and her girlfriend Gina were waiting outside. Upon stepping through the doors of her apartment building a loud wolf whistle reached her ears coming from the grey Camry that sat 20 feet away her best friend since child hood hanging out the passenger window smiling at her. “ hey sexayyyy, can I get yo digits???” She small woman let out a laugh before toddling towards the car and hoping into the back seat, the woman in the front seat looked back at her before giving her a greeting nod before unclipping her seatbelt and turning around in her seat to address her. “Weldon what the actual f**k? You can’t just avoid us like the plague because of some shitty people. We are your friends and you know we support anything and everything you want to do. Also please put them titties away before we have to beat people off you with a stick.” The woman in the passenger seat, Stacey, laughed loudly before turning to look at her gorgeous friend, her d cup breasts looked ready to spill from the tight fitting dress while she was seated. “Sorry, I know I shouldn’t let them get to me but I was so proud of that stupid little oneshot and for them to tell me it was s**t just killed me. I’ll try harder next time I swear, but for tonight let’s just not talk about it please? I’ve missed you two way too much ad I wanna have a good time out with my friends.” The smaller woman begged her dark green eyes pleading while staring at the pair in the front seats, The driver’s brown eyes squinted at her before turning back to face the road a small smirk on her lips as she buckled her seatbelt and began driving. Gina was a taller (about 5’5) woman with black hair and boyish hair style with a design in her shot hair, about 180 pounds and built while her girlfriend Stacey was 5’2 around 140lbs and gorgeous with her blonde hair and blue eyes a c cup with a round bum and thick thighs. They were dressed to the nines in matching couple outfits, Stacey in red dress with black heels and Gina in a red button up shirt with black pants and shoes “ Y’all look amazing btw. Cute matching outfits.” Gina gave her a mini glare before focusing on driving, Stacey giggled in her high pitched voice reaching over to her girlfriend to hold the other woman’s hand. Weldon watched as Gina pulled her girlfriends hand up to her lips pressing a small kiss to the back of Stacey’s hand, Stacey let out a small noise of appreciation before turning her head to look at her best friend. “she said we’d look stupid but look at her now, matching with me and being all cute.” Weldon snickered in the backseat as she watched them and listened to Stacey prattle on as they drove, closing in on one of the more popular clubs the frequented on the weekends they were free. “So are you meeting someone tonight? I haven’t seen you dress this hot in years.” Weldons lilting laughter filled the car before meeting her best friends eyes, shaking her head before she spoke. “ Nope just trying to let loose, shake off the depression and get back on my pedestal an all that jazz.” Gina scoffed from the driver’s seat throwing Weldon a quick look before staring ahead as she pulled into the empty parking spot she had found. “She’s just trying to get her attention quota filled without having to have a partner or care about someones feelings. It’s her hoe faze.” Weldon looked at her best friend before turning her shocked face to Gina, placing a small hand over her chest adding to her offended look. “Well I never! I care about their feelings for a solid 20 minutes I promise you.” Stacey laughed and Gina shook her head with disapproval as they stepped out of the vehicle and joining hands as they walked towards the line at the entrance though they stopped as Weldon headed for the door right away, chatting up the bouncer her whole body wiggled as she spoke to the large muscular man. The man’s straight face quickly lit up as he spoke to the small bombshell letting his arms fall towards the rope that blocked entry to the door holding it open for her and her friends, as they walked through the doors into the dark and loud building, music blaring and body’s moving everywhere.