Onwards and Upwards

The moment those four simple (but hardly insignificant) words slipped from my Rogue Coco painted lips, I knew something had changed. Arian's wide ice blue eyes were suddenly squeezed down into narrow slits. Our bee-eff-eff-ship had always been turbulent but that squint said to prepare for an emergency crash landing. She clicked her tongue as I tried to pass by the awkward moment by digging around in my micro leather box bag. We had always participated as a 'we'. We didn't apply for life-changing jobs without the others approval or awareness. We didn't accept said job before discussing, especially one in a whole new city. We certainly didn't already have three twill leather travel bags waiting in the lobby, all set to go. The competition between the well-dressed coalition remained constant but one of us had to make a move. This job was much more important than any sixth-grade pact made over Lollipop rings and Lisa Frank rainbow kitten folders. This was a push forward. Ariana collected her belongings and clicked a few feet away in her vintage mules. She tucked a loose strand of platinum Olsen waves behind her pointed ears and whispered a "Good luck." That sounded a lot like, "Fuck you."