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than I wanted it to and it was Saturday , the dreaded, fifteenth before I know it. I am again laying in my chair looking out the window out onto the beautiful ocean that sat in my horizon. It is calming. I hear a light tapping on my door and it opens. I look up to see Marsi standing in the dark looking at me with a sullen face.
    “Hey, Soph,” she says looking down at her hands, “How are you doing?”
    I don’t answer her but simply look to the window and shrug my shoulders.
    “Alright,” she says silently and turns on her heal to walk out of the bedroom back out into the light of the hallway. I didn’t see the need with turning on my light today. I think that befor e she leaves I hear her mumble , “I’m so sorry, Soph.”
     
    I am sitting on my balcony a few hours later, still not a light on in my entire room, when I hear my door open again and I look over to the direction that Mar is in, “Get up,” she says slightly smiling.
    “What?” I ask almost confused by her change in attitude.
    “Get up, we’re going out.” She demands, staring at me and I can see that she isn’t going to back down.
    “I do-don’t want to.” I tell her quietly.
    “You are not sitting in here, wallowing in your own self-pity. You are going to get up, put on the sexiest thing that you can find in your ridiculously expensive wardrobe, and we are going to go out and have fun.” I walk over to my bed and sit down.
    “Mar, I’m really not feeling up to this,” I look down at m y feet, “Can’t I just stay here?”
    “No, now get up, we are going to go meet a few of my friends out in town and have fun. MOVE IT!” she turns and before she leaves the room she adds, “You are not going to let fucking Joe ruin one more day of your life. We are young, we are going to act like it,” she finishes and walks out of my room slamming the door.
    I begrudgingly get up off of the bed and head for the shower. I am supposed to dress sexy. I’m not even sure if I remember what that looks like.
    I pull myself out of the shower, blow drying my hair, and straightening it, so that it falls straight down my back. I walk into my closet with my towel pulled tightly around my body. I pull out of the mess of clothing that I have managed to get around to putting up this week, a short white BCBG dress that hugs my body just right, and then I pull out a pair of hot pink heels. I walk out of my bedroom well after the sun has set and Marsi looks over to me and smiles.
    “Perfect,” she stands up and she looks simply stunning as well. I love how she likes to mock my wardrobe, but yet I’m pretty sure that her outfit is more expensive than mine. We pull up to a club and I watch at Mar gets out and then motions for me to follow. I worry that we won’t be able to get in, but she bypasses the line and walks right up to the bouncer. He is one of the tallest and most muscular men that I have ever met. His biceps are probably the size of my head –not exaggerating- and I am slightly terrified of him.
    “Marsi,” I hear him say as he reaches down to hug h er instantly washing away any fear that I may have had for him.
    “Hi, Daryl, this is my sister, Sophie.” I smile politely at him.
    “Oh, Sophie, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” I am completely take a back when he hugs me and Mar just looks to me, smiles, and shrugs.
    “Nice to meet you too,” I struggle back to say to him. Daryl lets us into the club a second later and I lean over to Mar, “How do you know him?” and she laughs.
    “His brother had to get surgery last year, he was impressed with me, I guess, and told me to come by here, I did and I have been coming here ever since,” I laugh about this, my sister, the club hopper. I look down, “Come on,” she says to me, “Let’s go dance.”
    “Aren’t your friends coming?” I ask her.
    “Yeah, but they won’t be here for a little while.” She pulls me to the dance floor.
    We danced for half an hour before Mar sees her