Chapter 3
Beep the phone went as I placed it on the side table. “Brittany Sarah I need to talk to you guys know in the lounge room!!!” I yelled so loud that it could be heard from the Rumbas Room. “What” said Brittany as she came out of the bathroom that is now officially hers after the massive fights Sarah and her have been having since we moved in, with a white towel wrapped around her head and her almost empty mousse foundation in her hand with her other empty hand on her hip waiting for a explanation. Before I could explain what was going on Sarah came out of the kitchen with a massive looking sandwich in her hand “Hmm” she grunted. They both took a seat on the new beige leather lounge, as I opened my mouth to speak Brittany rudely interrupted “I so need some more of this stuff I’m almost out oh and some more eyeliner and mascara and a brand new eyelash curler. I seen a cute one in the Louis Vuttion brand It was so cute I like so……What?!” she said after she finally relised that Sarah and I have been looking at her with the OMG shut up so I/she can talk look!.
Sarah screeched with excitement and Brittany was staring at me mouth open. “Brittany what’s the matter I thought you would be the most excited I mean last time Rebecca flew over from Australia you guys got along so well” I said to see if she was more upset about Rebecca coming to live with us for the next 2 years along with her boyfriend or the fact that she had to share her bathroom?. “It’s nothing really” she said avoiding eye contact. “Brittany just tells us whatever you broke we can always write a check” Sarah said with a mouth full of Chicken Teriyaki. Brittany just stuck out her tongue and walked to the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind her. I sat down on the lounge and thought to myself lucky we upgraded now I don’t have to worry about a room for Rebecca and her so called very committed boyfriend.
“Is everyone ready?” I called from the garage door as I was just about to get in the car. ‘Yes” called Sarah as she was walking through the hall way in her not so new Gucci outfit. “Coming” Brittany calls from the bathroom I swear I think she installed a plasma TV in there. “Ok well I’m getting in the car so I’ll wait for you at the letter box” “Ok” she calls.
It’s been 12 whole minutes and there is still no call or signal that Brittany is coming out anytime soon. “Ok it’s been to long if she doesn’t get her ass out here soon we are going to lose our reservations at Geisha and after dinner I want to go over to Alma De Cuba and shout you guys drinks” said a rather frustrated Sarah. two minutes pass. “Ok I’m going to get her” she said as she opens the Ford’s door and stamps to the front door and takes the hidden key that she keeps behind our DRAMA masks. “BRITTANY” screamed a furious Sarah. After waiting another 2 minutes in the car Brittany emerged from the house “Ready” she said in a quiet voice. “Oh yeah and that only took you half a friken hour WOW a new record!!” she said in an infuriated voice as she pushed Britt to the car. “My god Sarah you really didn’t have to put it like that I mean it takes you five minutes to get ready because you honestly looking at you know don’t care what your wearing!!!” she explained. “OH JUST SHUT UP AND GET IN THE CAR I MEAN GOSH!!!” screamed Sarah.
“Will you and your gas guzzling car get a move on!!?” I yelled out the window at a hummer that had held up all of Soho Square. “Prada” “Guess” “Prada” “Guess” fought Sarah and Brittany over the most seen Brands in Soho Square. “You guy’s there both equal SHUT UP SO I CAN GET OUT OF THIS TRAFFIC JAM!!” I scream at the two who immediately stop bickering and look out of the windows! “Ok it may have taken us 23 minutes but where here” I say as we pull into the car park at Geisha.
I can’t really recall what happened last night because I’m in the kitchen taking three aspirins for the Major Hangover headache I have from the 8 shots Sarah apparently shouted us but came out of my credit card. I woke up early this morning because I promised Sarah I would take her out to the Mall. And also because its rent day. As I walk out from the kitchen I see the money that Sarah owes me but not Brittany’s. I pick up the money that’s left on the table and place it back down again. $112 that’s Sarah and Brittany owes me a week but all I see is $56. I take the money and go sit in my office. I take out my records book and read along the lines of black print writing. For 5 whole weeks Brittany hasn’t payed her rent. When we first moved to London we all agreed that if our rent fell behind more than a month the person that was slacking off was kicked out of the house immediately. This morning was going to be hell.
