You're Lucky I'm Blonde

Author's Note: This is the first story that I have actually planned. I actually sat down and wrote out what is going to happen. I discovered two things when doing this;

1) A story still meanders off, even if it does have a plan. 2) That a plan when not followed is a useless plan.

But I enjoyed writing this chapter, and shall add others fairly soon.

Please Review, I need this criticism! Please tell me if the plot needs some support, or just isn't there. Please tell me if any characters should be … er … disposed of.

Enjoy!

Started - 5:20pm; 10-07-04

You're Lucky I'm Blonde

I crashed through the open door into the Den.

"Lyk, honey, what's wrong?"

Enid took her hand of Agnes's breast and looked over at me. Lipstick was smudged over her cheek and lips.

Agnes shoved Enid off her and hurried over to me.

"You're crying."

Her fingers traced the path of a tear and I lent into her.

"Robyn's back from Uni," I mumbled into her shirt. "And she brought Patrick with her."

"Oh, I see."

Okay let me explain, two of my three best friends are lesbians, with each other. Agnes and Enid met at the beginning of high school. Enid has known she was gay since forever, well, as long as I've known her. Which is forever.

Agnes on the other hand had no idea about 'the girl thing' until Enid crushed her into a wall at a party and gave her the most 'mind blowing' kiss ever.

They've been a couple ever since.

I love these girls more than anything; I love how much they love each other and how much they care for us. Us is Pan and I.

Pandora Hemmings is a musical genius. She's also a counselling genius, having been to more school counsellors than anyone I know.

And I'm Lyk. Lycra Clements. Yeah I know, 'who in their right mind would call their kid Lycra?'

I get that reaction a lot. But that's just my name.

Agnes led me back to the beat up old couch where Enid was wiping lipstick off her mouth and doing up her bra.

"Tell us what happened, baby" said Agnes soothingly. One thing you might've noticed is that all of our names are weird.

Enid manoeuvred herself so she was sitting on the floor with Pan.

"Why is Robyn back already, she only left like two months ago."

"Yeah," I sniffled as threw my hair over my shoulder. My hair is really long and a caramel blonde, it's really nice, and that's one thing I really love about myself. My hair.

"She couldn't handle the classes and looking after Patrick."

Patrick is her four year old son who is the most gorgeous child I have ever seen. He is the laughingest, happiest little boy.

Robyn had Patrick when she was sixteen and still in school. My parents flipped. They thought she was a slutty little girl who had gotten herself pregnant and now had to deal with a child.

One thing that I can say about my parents is that they are rich. Loaded. And they paid for everything like hospital costs, vaccinations, prams, cots, everything.

I think they were taking the part of 'martyrs' really seriously. But Robyn couldn't refuse them. She had no money. And the father skipped town.

"She came in this afternoon a wreck, everything was dirty, Pat was sick and she was failing. Mum chucked a mental."

I tried to imitate my mother's screechy voice.

"Look what you've done to yourself! Jesus, you can't even look after yourself let alone a child! Being a whore at high school doesn't mean you have the right to let the rest of your life slip"

Pan sucked in her breath.

"Your mum really called her a whore?" Pan's against bad language of any sort maybe that has something to do with her mother…

"Yeah, she was screaming so loud, everyone in our building must've heard. And Robyn's just standing there, looking so sad and dejected."

"What did your dad do?" asked Agnes who was rubbing my back "He didn't just stand there did he?"

"Nah, after like five minutes of her ranting he cut in. But Robyn looked so sad and when Patrick started to cry, she just joined in. Mum left but Dad and I helped her into her old room."

I shuddered; thinking of the room my idealistic mother had turned into a private yoga studio.

"Poor Lyk,' muttered Enid shifting her butt around on the mat. "I'm glad I don't have to go back to your place" Pan swatted her on the head with a cushion.

"Seriously" Enid continued "Stay here with me, Dad's got these international people in, so I'm staying in the Den tonight. Ag said she would stay with me for a while, but if you do as well we can all just camp out here."

"Anything's better than my house," said Pan quietly and we didn't say anything, because it was true. Anything was better than the Hemming's house.

"Ok," I said standing up, my face was sticky from salty tears but I felt much better. "I just gotta go home and pinch my P.J's. You want me to get some for you Pan?"

Pandora fidgeted, "Yes please."

I left.

In the lift going up to my apartment I traced the gold pattern on the door with my finger. I was thinking about how unlike I was from my siblings.

Robyn had a twin brother called Raymond. I never ever saw Ray because he lived in California and was studying law. He was really boring anyways. Good looking but really boring.

Liam was seventeen and was my mother's favourite. He was a football star, a cricket champion and the phone never stopped ringing for him. The number of girls that knew my home phone number was scary.

He's an absolute legend at my school, St. Flannery. He and I look very similar. We share the same blonde hair, and have the same green blue eyes. But I have a dimple in my left cheek and he has one on the right.

We're also really lucky, because neither of us ever gain weight. I can eat as much crap as I want and he can polish off as much beer as he likes, but we will never gain an ounce.

As I opened the door to the apartment, I felt I was stepping into the quiet before a battle. There was this menacing silence. It was gross.

Our 'home' is furnished like HOME Magazine. Everything is modern. Sleek, shiny and smooth. The furniture is positioned so it is impossible to watch telly from, but is easy to see the designer print. It's hopeless. But that's the way Mum likes it.

My room is down a corridor and next to Liam's. I hate being next to Liam's room. I hate hearing him and the girls he brings home. Thumping and moaning, it's sick.

As I go in I relax. The atmosphere here is so much nicer. I'm not sure what it is, but it's mine.

The double bed is spread with these really colourful sheets with "I Am Gorgeous!" written all over them. But not in a conceited way. Agnes painted them for me for my birthday.

My bay window has these really bright cushions with buttons all over them and the curtains are just lace.

I grab my P.J's and a spare pair for Pan and head out again.

The kitchen is empty so I open the fridge and search through all the low-fat yoghurt and fruit to find something that actually satisfies one's hunger. Failing in a depressing way, I open the pantry. This is full of nuts, low-carb and low-calorie packets. I scrunge around and find zilch.

My mum is a health freak, Dad is never home to eat, and Liam is always out with his mates. I usually eat an apple and orange or something for dinner. Ag says this is really bad for you, but I don't mind. At least I don't eat a burger every night like Liam.

As I'm grabbing my wallet from my room, I hear Robyn snoring down the hall. I then hear Pat gurgling further away. I want to go and say hi, but I also don't want to wake her.

I leave.

At the corner store I flip through the magazine's and pick out Cosmo, I also grab some Doritos and a jar of Salsa. As I line up at the counter I can see this hottie working the teller. And I mean working the teller. He looks so serious, pushing the tiller in and out and handing people plastic bags they don't want. His black hair is flopping into his eyes and I can see an earring in his ear.

As it gets to my turn, I turn my head to the left and up, so he can get a full view of my neck. This is the quickest way to get a guy horny I've found out so it should work wonders on a small scale.

"Uh … next?"

I turn my head and trace my throat with my fingers.

"Oh … sure"

He's looking right in my eyes, and I can see his steely ones soften.

"That all?"

No that's not all!

"Yep, for today" I pull out a tenner and pay.

"A bag?"

"No thank you"

As I'm leaving I look around making sure my hair's catching the sunset's light. He's still looking right at me. Yes! I love flirting.

I exit.

Damn, I really needed that bag.

A/N – Please Review and tell where I have gone wrong and what you liked.

Next chapter shall come soon.