Help a Best Friend Out.

[Marissa Jacobs]

The smell of all the homeless and all of the prostitutes was making Marissa want to vomit. She sat near the bars to pretend she wasn’t really there, watching the cops go back and forth, talking about doughnuts. But, she really was there all because of a misunderstanding at a Starbucks. Marissa specifically asked for extra whipped cream on her iced latte. They didn’t give her any whipped cream what so ever. Marissa asked nicely for it after she got it, and they agreed for a fifty-cent charge. Marissa didn’t really remember what happened after that. But, she did know a ambulance had to come and she had to get a new iced latte before she left because there was small dash of blood in it. But, clearly, it wasn’t her fault. Maybe.

“Alright, Jacobs,” Officer Martin started, “go call that hot friend of yours.”

Marissa’s face got red; not out of embarrassment, but out of anger. That hot friend. Just because Jessica looked like a goddess, smelled like a goddess and was pretty much a goddess, doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a name. “Her name is Jessica, Martin. Jessica Andrews.” Her tone was harsh and she could tell just by the way he nodded, he would never forget her name ever again, or call her that hot friend.

He opened the jail cell, and everyone rushed towards them, but he quickly closed it shut after Marissa made a dash for it. She walked towards the pay phone, but in fifty-cents, that she could’ve used for the whipped cream, but decided not to and dialed Jessica up. Marissa was actually kind of nervous to find out how Jessica would react. This was the sixth time this month she got arrested for something. If Marissa were Jessica, she’d be pretty fucking pissed but, maybe that’s just Marissa. Actually… it was just Marissa. She gets pissed over everything; even something as stupid as someone accidentally bumping into her or her Internet disconnecting for two seconds. Bipolar disorder was a freaking gift, let me tell ya.

When the ringing on the phone stopped, before Jessica could even say anything, Marissa started the conversation, “I’m at NYPD. Bring one hundred dollars to bail me out and I’ll pay you back. Please,” she said real sweet, a tone that was never really heard from Marissa. “If you ask what happened, I’ll tell you when you come to pick me up, because it’s a long story. And if this isn’t Jessica, and it’s Danny answering her fucking phone like a weird ass boyfriend, hello asshole.” She had a smile on her face after she said that, and even on the other line, you could just tell the smile was there.

[Jessica Andrews]

Trying to find the perfect lingerie isn’t always as easy as you may think it is. First of all you have to find the perfect size, whether you want it to be a push up or not, whether you want it to be a thong or a full underwear, what kind of material you want it to be, what color you want it to be and of course, what type of design you want it to be. Shopping at Victoria’s Secret had two plus sides to it; first of all, they had the cutest lingerie ever. Second of all, considering the fact that Jessica was a Victoria’s Secret model, she got everything for free.

She had a few options in her hand. One was black leather and lace, another was pink polka dotted and another was red and black lace. Of course they were all push-ups and thongs. Not that she actually needed a push up bra due to her perfectly silicone injected breasts, she just liked them better. And Danny did too. She decided to go with all three and threw in a few cute thongs. “Is that all I can help you with Miss Andrews?” the lady who was helping her asked.

Jessica flashed her perfect whitened teeth and nodded, “Yes, thank you.” She followed the lady over to the register and heard her favorite words, “You’re all set. This is on us!” Perfect. “Thanks so much,” Jessica responded trying to be shocked. “No thank you! Have a great day Miss Andrews,” the lady responded handing her the pink shopping bag. “You too,” just as she was about to exit the store her phone rang. She picked it up and before she could say anything she heard Marissa’s voice.

She laughed at Marissa’s little rant about Danny and shook her head. “You are one of a kind, you know that? I’ll be there in ten minutes, try not to get in any more trouble.” And with that she was off to the rescue, as usual. She was used to getting these calls by Marissa since she was always in trouble. But what kind of a best friend would she be if she ignored her? Not a very good one.

Arriving at the all too familiar police station, wearing her short red dress with black stilettos and her oversized black Chanel sunglasses, she had the hundred dollar bill out in her hand. She walked up to the desk and tried to ignore the cop that was drooling over her. “May I help you little lady?” He asked with a cocky smile as he licked his lips staring right at her breasts. Ugh, what a pig, literally. “Yes I’ve come to bail out Marissa Jacobs,” she handed him over the hundred and he nodded as the smile was still plastered on his face, but he didn’t move. “If you could hurry up, I’m kind of in a rush,” Jess said with a perfect little smile. “Of course, sorry ma’am. I’ll open the door for you,” and he did. Jess thanked him and walked through the door after he buzzed her in.

And there Marissa was in her cell. “You know you’re starting to look really good behind bars,” she teased with a laugh. She looked at the officer and smiled. “You again?” Jess asked flirting a bit. He chuckled and his cheeks turned red. “It’s nice to see you again hot-” he stopped himself quickly and looked at Marissa and then back at Jessica. “Uh, I mean Miss Andrews.” He walked over to free Marissa as Jess waited. This was all too familiar.

[Marissa Jacobs]

“You’re a life saver,” Marissa said right before Jessica hung up. She put the phone back on the wall and walked back to her cell, where Officer Martin stood to keep the cell shut. He glared at her, like she a worthless piece of shit. But, honestly, if it wasn’t for her or any of the other worthless pieces of shit in the cell along with her, he’d be out of a job. She took her seat near the bars again as he slammed them shut, causing a huge bang throughout the jail. “Asshole,” she mumbled and pulled her knees to her chest, letting out a real sigh.

Today was a day Marissa should’ve took her lithium. Well, every day is that day, but she should’ve been taking it. The thought of being dependent on something to make her not who she is was something she didn’t want to do, which is why she never took her pill. That, and, having a friend who is a thousand times hotter than you, you need to cause a scene every once in a while to get noticed walking next to her. Call her selfish, jealous or whatever; she’s just an attention whore like almost every other woman.

The sound of black stilettos hitting the tiled floor echoed and Marissa looked up. She stood up, a relieved smile on her face. “I bet it’s another ‘Roxanne.’ You know what I mean, Marissa?” some bag lady said and Marissa turned her head, her eyes widening, but before she could earn herself to stay overnight in that disgusting cell, the sound of Jessica’s elegant voice filled Marissa’s ears and she turned around. “Thank, GOD you’re here.” And as Officer Martin opened his mouth, Marissa’s brow raised and she cleared her throat. “What were you about to say?” she asked, making him fix himself. “Good boy. You learn quick,” she said and walked out of the cell.

Marissa grabbed Jessica’s hand and pulled her so they could get the fuck out of there. “Bye, guys! See you next week, probably.”

“Hopefully not,” Officer Martin mumbled.

Marissa turned her head. “Now, I’m going to get into a fight just to piss you off, you dumb shit head.” And finally, they were out of the jail and into the sweet atmosphere of NYC. Oh, how the bitch loved New York. Everything about it. The people, the scenery, the shopping, the smell even; to her it was just incredible and way better than living in North Jersey. “Now,” Marissa started and glanced over at Jessica. “I bet you’re wondering why I was there THIS time.”

[Jessica Andrews]

Jess let Marissa lead her out of the jail, laughing at her little encounter with the officer. "Wait let me guess. A drunk guy looked at you wrong? No wait that happened already. Hm, did a girl try to take the last pair of Ed Hardy's that you wanted? If that's the case, then I'm totally on your side," she teased with a smile as they walked over to her convertible. She climbed in and started the car, looking over at Marissa as she got in as well. "Am I close or completely off? Enlighten me, I need a good laugh today."

Marissa was Jessica's source of entertainment. Well, the entertainment that she didn't get from Danny. Her bipolar-ness was so entertaining to Jessica. That may sound messed up but she didn't mean it in a bad way. Jess loved Marissa's carefree attitude, which is why they got along so well. No matter what Marissa had Jessica's back which she couldn't be more thankful for. If someone so much as looked at Jess the wrong way, Marissa would be on it.

Likewise, Jess would always have Marissa's back which is why she always bailed her out of jail. "Don't worry about the bail money. Just come shopping with me and then treat me to drinks later and we'll call it even." Jess never made Marissa pay her back for the bail money. She had money and Marissa was her best friend. End of story.

[Marissa Jacobs]

“Yo, that asshole deserved it,” Marissa countered. She remembered that night like it was yesterday. Well, it was only two weeks ago, but whatever. She was at the bar, working, not causing a scene. She took her medicine that morning so she thought she was good to go. Chris wasn’t working that night so she had no one to calm her nerves. Anyway, he called her ‘beer wench’ and winked. The rest of the night was a blur, again. She ended up one probation from work for a week, losing a whole pay check. Fuckin’ A. “He kept looking at me like I was his fucking dinner!” Exaggeration was one of Marissa’s finer skills.

She walked up to the car and opened the passenger seat door. Hearing Jessica’s plead for the need of a good laugh, Marissa chuckled herself. “You’re way off, girl. I mean, I don’t even remember.” She got in the car completely, shut the door and put on her seatbelt. “All I can recall is needing fifty fucking cents to get whipped cream on my iced latte, after I paid for extra and they didn’t give me any.” Marissa made a face that said, ‘are you fucking stupid?’ “Like, really? Are people really that stupid and ignorant these days? The witnesses at the Starbucks say I jumped the counter since he kept countering what I said. I don’t think that happened… but whatever.”

That was something that sucked about Marissa’s condition. Most of the people did remember what happened. But when you have a rare severe case, the person can easily black out what happened, which Marissa was one of those people. Not good when she had the shortest temper in the history of short tempers.

“But, whatever. I’m over it. I just need to go buy some cute shoes and headbands and I’ll be good for the night. So, I think we should hit the mall, Jess. You could use a new dress.” She looked at her best friend and laughed. “I mean, I have seen you wear that like three times already,” she teased.

[Jessica Andrews]

"Well if that was the case then he did deserve it. Men are such idiots," she rolled her eyes and waited for the story that was bound to be good. But then she frowned when Marissa said she didn't remember what happened. "Awe man, well that's not fun. You don't even remember anything?" Once she was in the car, Jess pulled the car out of the parking spot and started driving. When she heard the story she couldn't help but laugh. "Well you know what, you had the right to beat the shit out of the guy then. Whipped cream is a necessity for everything," she said with a smile referring to obviously not just iced lattes.

She laughed at her friend's words and rolled her eyes, "Hey, it's not my fault that I have dresses that look the same. But you're right, I definitely need some new dresses. Shopping always solves everyones problems doesn't it?" She thought back to last night of Tommy. She wanted to tell Marissa but she knew that right now Marissa needed to relax. She figured she would tell her later... maybe. She started making her way towards the mall and turned on the radio.

"Oh shit, it's our song!" Boom Boom Pow by the Black Eyed Peas was playing. "I like them boom boom pow, them chickens jackin my style. They try to copy my swagger, I'm on that next shit now. I'm so 3008 you're so 2000 and late," she sang at the top of her lungs blasting the radio. Typical Jess and Marissa behavior.

[Marissa Jacobs]

Yeah, especially Danny, Marissa thought. But she would never say that aloud. No, wait, she would. She just didn’t say it this time for her own sake. The name Danny makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up and not in a good way. She despised him and she let him know it, every time she saw him. If it was verbally, physically or just making no contact at all, he knew; which made Marissa’s life even better. When the person knows that you don’t like them, it’s a weight lifted off your shoulders.

“Oh, hell yeah!” Marissa screamed. “I’m on the supersonic boom. Y’all hear the space shit zoom wh- when I step inside the room them girls go ape shit!” She chimed in at her favorite part and danced a little in her seat. If there was something that calmed her down, it was definitely days like this. Jamming with her best friend was always like a therapy session.

Marissa appreciated Jessica’s friendship more than anything. They met at one of Tommy’s parties, one of his big drug deals, so to speak. Again, Marissa doesn’t remember exactly what happened but what she does remember was someone called her the ‘C’ word and Marissa doesn’t take that shit. She turned around and before she could get physical with whomever called her that, Jessica intervened. Jessica pulled a very anger and high Marissa to another room and calmed her down. That happened two years ago. No one cared for Marissa like that. No one ever took her moments seriously. They always thought they were some big joke. But not Jessica. Jessica was always on Marissa’s side.

“Wait,“ Marissa squealed. It just now clicked in her head. “I’m definitely paying you back this time. You never let me pay you back!” She said as Jessica pulled into a parking spot. “You can’t stop me this time.”