Just an ordinary milk shake. All that drama, all that anticipation, for just a regular old milkshake? Well, Mel didn't bother trying to over analyze the whole scenario. The beautiful glass was filled up with a thick liquid, one that she sucked into herself, draining the majority of the cup, tasting the rich liquid grace her throat, smoothly caressing her tongue as it slowly entered her body. Carla sat cross legged opposite her, staring intently at the drink as Mel finished sucking it up, leaving the empty glass with foam clinging to its sides on the table.
"That was refreshing, but it's not going to really cheer me up." Mel leaned back, a hand on her stomach.
"Let me get you another milkshake, and you can tell me exactly what's wrong," Carla said, pushing herself up.
"Another one? Look, I liked the milkshake and all, but I only need one," Mel replied, slightly irritated.
"Don't worry!" Carla replied, "You can afford to drink a milkshake once and awhile. Look at how thin you are."
Mel glanced down at her body. She was right. She was rather thin. Such a skinny rail, actually. She didn't have any curves, except her small breasts, that is. She signed, in irritation. None of the men she had dated had ever been perfect. Not good enough for her. She wanted a perfect male. She wanted a guy who could actually love her, and yet everyone left her feeling empty and cold. She longed to just touch a man who could love her for who she was, on the inside, and yet, judging by how cruel she was to other people, she doubted that "inside" of her deserved a lot of love.
"Do you think I'm a bitch?" Mel asked Carla.
"No! Not at all," laughed Carla, "You're a great person, so don't worry. Hey, with your milkshake, do you want some cookies?"
"How many times do I have to tell you I don't want another milkshake?" Mel asked, a slight note of irritation in her voice.
"But I made a lot, so we're both going to need to finish it," Carla called back, poking her head out of the kitchen with a goofy grin on her face.
Mel was about to respond, but held back. Carla's expression was so sincere, so caring. The least she could do was at least accept the milkshake, right? But she was feeling a little nauseous from the first one? Decisions, decisions...
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