Chapter three: May & June
“Morning my loves,” June Fisher sang as she sat down on a bar stool next to Brooke who now smelled fresh like Pomegranate and was not as drunk as she had been. A hot shower usually cured her from being drunk, but there was still the matter of a hang-over.
June was dressed in a soft white cashmere bathrobe with a short night dress underneath. She turned to the other stool next to her and pressed her lips to April’s temple. A wisp of golden blond hair fell into her face; she tucked it aside and looked at the girl’s semi seriously.
“Did you all eat your bananas this morning?” She questioned with a mischievous smile, her clear blue eyes twinkling in a teasing way.
April and Bridget laughed and nodded their heads, Brooke shook her mane of red hair, sprinkling June and Bridget with tiny droplets of water.
“I don’t understand why I always have to eat a banana’s after I’ve been drinking,” Brooke confided. She bit off the top half of the banana – that April had handed her – and placed the rest on the counter.
“Because bananas have potassium,” April explained taking a sip of her creamed coffee with sugar. She ripped off a chunk of her everything bagel with cream cheese and popped it in her mouth.
April, Bridget and Brooke live in a world very different from many seventeen and eighteen year olds – April is one year older, she started kindergarten a year later then she was suppose to. Their parents do no care if they drink, smoke, do drugs, sleep with older men or have parties on school nights. Most of their parents have successful jobs that take away from their time at home, so the girls are basically free to do what they wish. However, the parents still care and they still do parent, just in a different way.
June didn’t work, like all the successful woman of the world; she didn’t have to get dressed until night fall if she didn’t want to. She lived off of her father’s money that was given to her when she was fifteen because she got pregnant with April. The man she was with then was ten years older then her, and left his family to be with June. Four years later June was pregnant again and he left June to be with his old family.
“What goes around comes around,” June said when her mother made a remark about the karma of the situation.
“Oh, that makes more sense now,” Brooke “admitted” sliding off her bar stool to make herself a cup of coffee with three spoonfuls of sugar.
April and Bridget exchanged arched eyebrow looks. They both grinned, Brooke had no idea what potassium was, both girls knew she didn’t, but they didn’t say anything because neither were in the mood to explain it to a drunken Brooke Walker. June shook her head chuckling, knowing exactly what the girls were thinking about Brooke.
June looked up at the sight of the girl who had her eyes and butt. She smiled brightly at her youngest daughter, May Fisher. “Morning, sunshine,” She greeted.
May did not only have June’s ass and eyes. She was almost identical to her except her face was more round, her hair a bit lighter, she was shorter and well… Aprils showers did not bring May her flowers yet.
“Morning,” May said going over to the coffee pot to pour herself a cup. She filled it almost all the way to the top and started to add mounds of sugar.
April nudged Bridget and pointed to May with her eyes. “When did you start drinking coffee?” April questioned with a hint of knowing in her voice. She took a sip of her own coffee and watched her baby sister adding milk to her Winnie the Pooh mug.
May stamped her foot and glared at her sister. “Since I became a freshman,” She whined with annoyance in her tone. She took a large mouthful of her overly sugared coffee and a disgusted look came over her face.
April smirked and finished her coffee. She hopped off the barstool and went over to the sink to place her mug in it. Bridget also got off her chair and did the same.
“Do you want your orange juice?” June asked her little girl.
“Mmm,” May nodded dumping the remains of her disgusting coffee in the sink.
June chuckled sliding off her chair and went over the kiss May’s forehead. She reached into the cupboard after planting a kiss next to May’s bang and poured up a tall glass of orange juice for her.
April walked over to the stairs and motioned for Brooke and Bridget to follow her.
“Oh, May? If you want a ride to school, be ready in ten,” April called as she jogged up the stairs after her friends.
“Kay’,” May said grabbing a muffin from the basket on the counter. She slathered butter on her blueberry corn muffin and bit into the top half, finishing it with a gulp of orange juice.
June sat down next to May tightening the silky tie on her robe. They both sat silently as May wolfed down her muffin as fast as she possibly could.
Bridget and Brooke came down the stairs, wearing St. Alexander Livingston school uniforms: A white blouse with a royal blue tie and matching royal blue viscose skirt. May started freshman year that month and the other three attended the senior class.
Bridget sat down next to May and smiled at her. May smiled back and asked,
“Did you have fun drinking last night?”
May was normally nervous around the older girls in her school. She always complained about them to June, but Bridget and Brooke were like her sisters so she asked them whatever she pleased.
“Yes. Two bottles of Margaux usually does the trick,” Bridget mused to May with a sly smile as she texted on of beloved Sidekick.
June chuckled, and finished her coffee in the next mouthful. She walked over to the sink and placed her mug in it, rinsing it for Lucy.
April came down the stairs and started at May. “Are you almost ready?” She asked putting her oversized Prada bag on the counter top. She pulled out the keys to her BMW m6 and slung her bag back over her shoulder.
“Yes,” May said through a mouthful of muffin. “I just have to brush my teeth.”
“Well hurry,”
May washed the muffin down with the rest of the orange juice in her glass and bounded up the European style stairs on her way to finish prepping for school.
