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her hip, Sarah’s blonde hair was cut short then, her green eyes are smiling as bright as her lips as she looks at Hendrix with the most adoring expression on her face. Hendrix is looking back at her with his arm wrapped around her shoulder, and Melody is holding her hands out to touch her Minnie Mouse cake. I can’t help but wonder: if your heart is in LA, how could your home be in Manhattan? And where is mine? I seem to have misplaced my heart so long ago and I don’t know where to even begin looking for it.

 
     
     
    The loud buzzing sound of my alarm clock stirs me out of the amazing dream I’m having. I groan loudly as I tap my hand on the nightstand in an effort to make it stop.
    “For the love of god, shut that thing up!” Nina mumbles beside me. She ended up staying over after our shopping trip turned into us going to a restaurant and her downing a bottle of wine by herself.
    I sit up and throw the covers off of me, pressing the off button as I make my way to the bathroom.
    “Gotta get ready for work,” I say over my shoulder as I shut the door behind me and begin to strip off my Snoopy pajamas.
    Hendrix told me that the dress code they go by is business casual, which can mean a lot of things. I didn’t want to risk it and look like the only idiot wearing flats, so I ended up buying a lot of skirts, matching frilly blouses and dress pumps. After dressing in a blue knee length skirt that hugs my hips and a white blouse with a navy blue collar, I step into a pair of navy patented pumps, finish my makeup and fluff up the ends of my wavy hair. I take a look in the mirror and nod, happy with what I did in thirty-five minutes. Nina is simultaneously pulling on the jeans she wore last night and checking her phone when I step out of the bathroom. She’s muttering something as she scrolls down her screen but stops when she looks up and sees me.
    “I told you those skirts would look good on you!” she says with a victorious smile.
    I smile back. “I like them.”
    “You look like sex, you know that, right?” she says.
    I laugh, shaking my head and rolling my eyes. “I didn’t realize sex had a look.”
    She nods, pursing her lips. “It does. You see something and you think: sex. That’s the look you got going with the way that skirt hugs your hips. Turn around, your ass probably looks amazing too.”
    I turn around exaggeratedly and shake my butt for her, which earns me a short laugh.
    She groans. “I hate you. I wish I had an ass like that.”
    “Like what? Full of cellulite?” I ask with a laugh.
    “Shut up. You don’t have cellulite. You make it sound like you have a cheese ass or something. It looks good as hell, Bee,” she says when I make a face.
    “Whatever. The grass is always greener on the other side and all that jazz. I would kill to look like you,” I respond.
    Nina has the perfect body, in my eyes. She’s thin with slight curves, she doesn’t have much of a butt, but it’s shapely, and her boobs are a perfect C cup. Basically, she looks good in everything. My mother always said I should work out harder so that I could have a body like Nina’s. I tried hard to do that for a while, until it took a toll on me. It’s exhausting to watch what you eat and throw up what you know you shouldn’t but couldn’t help eating anyway.
    “You’re so blind, Bee. I love you, but you can’t possibly look in the mirror and not be happy with what you see. You have beautiful curves, and you need to embrace that shit and own it. Our bodies aren’t all that different. I just have the boobs and you have the butt. We’re backwards.” She walks to the bathroom and turns around when she’s standing in the threshold. “You should see the way people look at you when you walk by them. Pay attention. And consider yourself lucky. At least you can get a boob job. Do you know you can’t sit down for weeks if you get ass implants? Trust me, I Googled that shit.”
    I laugh and grab my purse on my way out