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“Bish, what do you want?”
Tynisha grinned at Mandy’s familiar greeting. Irritation, laughter, and love were always woven through the question. Theirs was a unique relationship, one that only close friends and Truxton understood. Mandy was a ride or die friend, and Ty couldn’t envision her wedding without Amanda Murphy’s input.
Excitement coursed through Tynisha about the upcoming wedding plans. She envisioned her man dressed in a black tuxedo, the touch of gray shimmering at his temples, his brilliant white smile on display, and his deep blue eyes focused on her. Yeah, she was ready to be Mrs. Truxton Jacobs, but she needed the SSU sisters at her side to make the day extra special.
Truxton had departed this morning for a full day at the Double Decker. That afforded her this Wednesday to organize, plan, and rally her troops. So far, she’d managed to lounge in Trux’s king-sized bed, her slit deliciously well-used by sunrise, her legs wide open beneath the covers welcoming the caress of cool air.
“I’ve told you before to work on your phone etiquette.”
The sound of a powerful engine revving cut off Mandy’s response. Angling the phone against her ear, Ty tried again to understand, what she was sure, had been a snide comment.
“Oh, sorry,” Mandy said. “What the fuck do you want now?”
Ty yanked the phone away from her ear. “Damn, Mandy.” Frowning she decided to get on with the reason she called. “I’m getting married?”
Mandy told someone to kill the noise and all of a sudden there was silence on the line.
“Have you told Truxton?” Her voice had softened with concern. Ty almost...almost laughed at the tenderness infiltrating Mandy’s infamous brash persona.
“Mandy,” she grinned, “Truxton and I are getting married.” The squeal of excitement carried through the phone. She could only describe this new twist of events as blissful.
The following gasp surprised Ty. Why did the announcement shock one of her best friends? Ty had loved Truxton since childhood, but she had to go through some shit to truly understand the strength of true love. Truxton had taught her the meaning of love and more important the commitment underpinning that love. “I could never marry another man, Mandy.”
“Shit, you didn’t marry the last one.” Mandy’s voice dripped with sarcasm and warmth. “Or did you forget?”
With a shake of her head, Ty dismissed the past. Their love had proved the strength of the bond between them.
“Well,” Ty smirked. “I will this time.”
She could hear Mandy rolling her eyes while her signature cinnamon-colored bob cut tresses swayed left to right. Yes, she knew her friend. Everything she did and said was loud. This was why she adored her. Mandy started shit, talked shit, but she also stuck around when shit got real rough. She’d been there for Ty through the addiction, through rehab, and especially during Truxton’s absence.
“Oh, I know you will ‘cause if I buy another blue dress and your ass step one foot off that aisle runner, I’m going tackle you my damn self.”
Tears rolled down Ty’s cheek. Happiness blossomed inside her. With one hand she wiped them away. “I want you to be one of my bridesmaids.”
Laughter, not Mandy’s, but from her end of the receiver reached Ty’s ears.
“Who’s that with you?”
More growls and purrs joined the chorus and she realized the engines belonged to motorcycles. What the hell was Mandy up to now?
“Girl, you know I sin way too much to get that close to an altar.
“Why are you hanging with a biker gang, Mandy?”
“Not a gang,” she said, exasperated. “I’m joining a motorcycle club, the Lady Guardians.”
Ty sat up in bed. “What,” she exclaimed, real alarm raising her voice. “Do you own a bike? Hell, can you ride?”
“No. And no,” she rasped.
“So how are you joining anybody’s club? I’m confused.”
“My girl, Shayla is trying to teach me. But, she got this possessive as fuck coochy doctor,” Mandy giggled, “sprung on her cotton candy-tootsie roll, so we keeping our club involvement on the down low.”
Leave it to Mandy to find friends with drama so she has more gossip for her Lunchtime Dish Facebook page.
“She’s dating a gynecologist who is bat shit crazy over her,” incredulity colored the words, “and she’s hiding the fact she’s in a motorcycle gang?”
“Club, bish.” Mandy corrected. “And, yes.”
Did Mandy even see the chaos this new connection would bring to her life? Of course, she did.
“Mandy, seriously don’t show up to my wedding in a fucking body cast with a flea market bandana around your big ass head.”
“Bish, you ain’t my mama. And,” she smacked, “I’mma show up with rope, duck tape, and the Creed 2 soundtrack.”
Ty shook her head, knowing that this was Mandy’s way of saying count me in.
“Thanks, girl. I love you.”
She laughed, the sound soft and playful.
“Don’t worry about a thing. I’d asked Lucy to make Shayla’s sister’s wedding dress, but you’re my girl. Ava can wait.”
What? How could she give another bride-to-be the push off?
“No,” Ty protested. “I can find someone else.” Though Lucy was the best seamstress off Broadway.
“Gurl,” she drawled, “Ava Walters has waited four years to get married. Her ass is used to being a lady-in-waiting. Besides, yo’ shit is urgent. Truxton ain’t trying to pull no Bachelor of Shell Cove shit. No way is he waiting another year to tie the knot.”
“You sure about this, Mandy?”
“Heifer, hush,” she bellowed. “Mandy said it, now let’s make it so.”
Not the third-person speak again. Back in college, whenever Mandy referred to herself like this we knew she would accomplish the task she’d deemed her prized goal.
“You know it’s weird to refer to yourself in third person.”
“Whatever,” she said, dismissing the comment. “Fiona, Lucy, Deja, Siah and I got your back.”
“Thanks, Mandy.”
The tension Ty felt before making the call eased from her shoulders.
“Okay, gotta go.” Her voice was distant, distracted. But then she added, “And remember-“
“What?” Ty asked, smiling from ear to ear.
“If you turn McStupid with Truxton, I’m pulling out my whip-ass shoes and your butt is as good as whipped, roasted, and toasted.”
The phone went dead. What the-
“Mandy?” She repeated one, twice, three times. “You there?”
Frowning, Ty held the received away from her ear, staring at her screensaver photo. The phone dinged an incoming message.
It read: Bye, bish.
Tynisha collapsed into the pillows and started laughing, that fucking Messy Mandy.
The End
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