True to her words, Willmar had appeared right in front of Phoenix. She did not knock for her to open the door.
Since Willmar was the only one who was that close to her, Phoenix had given her an extra key and card. She used that to enter without announcing her entrance.
"Here I am!" Willmar yelled into Phoenix's ears, causing her eyes to flutter immediately.
She glared at her friend with daggers in her eyes and demanded an explanation.
"I didn't want to bother you, so I used the card instead," Willmar explained, waving the card in front of her friend. She pulled Phoenix to sit up straight on the long couch and made her way onto it.
Phoenix stared at her in awe. She could have just sat on the other couch.
"So... how have you been?" Willmar asked her friend as she tried to pull Phoenix's head onto her lap. But the latter refused.
Willmar persisted and continued to gently rest Phoenix's head on her lap until she eventually heeded.
Phoenix got comfortable on her friend's lap. She wanted to. Not even in her latest memory did she remember somebody being this caring toward her.
But... she had fresh memories of herself and Willmar. It was during their time at university.
They would sometimes skip lectures and go to clubs to party. Mostly, she was forced to go.
She gently glanced at her friend and closed her eyes softly. Exciting news—Willmar is getting married next week!
She was engaged to the love of her life.
Phoenix never held any belief in such things.
Well, Willmar proved to her that love indeed is real.
She and Freddie have been in a relationship since the beginning of their university years.
They managed it despite all the criticisms they faced.
Willmar was a mafia; she was described as a hooligan. Specifically, her tattooed arms.
Willmar had tattooed her arms with dark circles. No writing, no drawing. She, too, was a shark in her own sea.
Her stepmother took control of the house when her dad died. She took everything, leaving her with not even a penny.
She had to work three different jobs a day to sustain herself. At a tender age, just like Phoenix, she had to work to feed herself.
Everything became normal when she turned eighteen. She was able to go to court to show them the actual will that her deceased father left.
"Baby, are you alright?" Willmar asked while brushing Phoenix's hair with her hand. She touched her friend's jacket and began to unbutton it while she slept.
She had dozed off in that split second and was in a different world. She did not daydream. That was unlikely for her.
Phoenix never went to sleep and ever dreamt about her life.
How was she managing in life, or how was her crazy girl doing? And she never thought of love as well.
Maybe she would meet him today or not.
How come?
"We need to get out of this place." She finally opened her eyes.
"I won't be coming here often after next Saturday. We need to cherish the days left!"
Phoenix stared at her with an unfathomable expression.
"What? I did not say anything wrong," Willmar defended herself against future attacks.
Phoenix crossed her arms in front of her and continued to glare at her friend.
"You need to chill, girl."
"I will go nowhere," Phoenix stated her answer.
Willmar pulled her body over, and up the staircase they went and into her bedroom. All the laziness had disappeared.
The place was all white. The bed and its sheets and everything in there. Phoebe did not like decorations and did nothing to her room. It was like a hotel room.
She then began to undress her friend.
"What are you doing?" Phoenix held Willmar's hand that was about to pull down her jacket.
"We're going to 'All Night's,' and...you need to put on something exclusive,"
She told her and pulled the jacket off her. That was a club on one of the lanes.
It was somehow close to Phoenix's street and she never went there except when she was being forced to, like now.
Willmar moved to the white long-sleeved shirt. She unbuttoned it as well and pulled it off her body.
Phoenix allowed her to do it since Willmar had not seen her nude self before and she wouldn't dare.
Willmar pulled down the trousers as well. Phoenix was left in her underwear and vest only, which covered her small chest.
Her red lacy bra showed in the white vest.
Willmar stared at her friend's little body and held in her laughter.
"Has your body ever felt hot or your nipples become hard before?"
Willmar asked and burst into a hearty laughter. She covered her mouth with her palms to prevent herself from laughing even harder.
Phoenix left her friend to go into her walk-in closet. Willmar was already dressed, and she needed to get into something.
She picked two hangers of clothes. One was a black hooded tank, and the other was a pair of black joggers. She then walked out to show them to Willmar.
Phoenix set the clothes on the white couch and began to dress up.
"No, no, no... no tomboy dressing!" She yelled and snatched the hooded tank that Phoenix was about to put on.
"You need to look like the CEO I know. You are not going out with me in these!" Willmar eyed the clothes as if they were some junk. She went into Phoenix's closet to put them back and get what she needed.
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Willmar nearly gave up on her friend. After the survey in her friend's closet, she walked out with a saddened face. All the excitement had disappeared.
What the fuck!" She placed her hands on her small waist and cursed.
"What happened to all the clothes we went shopping for?" She demanded an explanation.
Willmar usually would pull Phoenix with her every Saturday to go shopping. She would shop for all kinds of clothes for her friend. She would replace her closet with a new set of clothes every Saturday.
What in the world happened to all those clothes?
When Willmar went in there, she saw hoodies, sweatpants, t-shirts and a few jeans in there. The rest was her office wear.
This friend of hers really needed a man in her life. It was high time she needed somebody to tell her how beautiful and sexy she would look in a slip.
"You know I don't like those ones," Phoenix brought up an excuse.
"That's not an excuse to not dress all hottie, Phoenix!," she said, almost yelling at her friend.
"Come on." She pulled Phoenix with her out of the room. They went downstairs into the storerooms.
Willmar knew those clothes were gifts, and there was no way her friend would get rid of them.
True to her word, the clothes she shopped for her friend every Saturday were all neatly packed in one of the storerooms.