Alice was a very lanky young woman. With her long frame taking up the length of the couch, her head set on the arm rest, her feet dangling over the other side, and her soft but not voluptuous figure accentuated in a small men's shirt and shorts, she was cute in her own tomboyish way.
Her friend Cheryl was nearly the opposite. Though not at all short, she had a very round, pear-shaped figure with hair that was stylishly cut about her ears.
Cheryl was on her way out, but Alice didn't seem to be going anywhere for awhile. She had turned herself into some kind of human buffet table, tucking bags of chips, cookies, and candy on every surface her long arms could easily reach. The chubbier girl paused, jealous.
"If I didn't hate sports so much, I'd be an athlete like you. Must be nice, eating whatever you want..."
Alice just smiled for a moment. "Not anymore. To be honest, track team took up way too much of my time. And I was always pushing myself to stay in shape... but I realized I'm losing my touch."
"Alice the Malice? Fastest girl in the university?" Her friend was genuinely surprised.
"Well, maybe not for much longer. I actually wanted to major in Literature, and when I realized how weak my writing's gotten lately... long story short, I've traded varsity for verse." She giggled at her pun. Cherryl rolled her eyes. "This is just a little treat for myself..."
"Yeah, 'little'," Cherryl shook her head and continued out. "If I had HALF of that I'd gain a hundred pounds..."
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