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Alice and Her Sister Mercedes



The next photograph that he pulled out had me and the two other girls I didn't know who were sitting opposite me on the sofa. I looked long and hard at it for a while and then turned to one of the girls. "This is us, together?" I said.

"Right." The brunette said to me. "I'm Alice. We were best friends Laura. This was the first time we met."

I smiled. "So how did we meet? And what the hell are those shoes?" I said laughing.

"You loved those shoes! Well, you said you did." She chuckled. "Anyway, we are neighbours. I heard you were moving in so I popped by for a little visit. I bought a bottle of tequila with me, and my little sister to come and meet you."

The blonde girl looked at me with the biggest frown. "I hated tequila. Almost as much as I hated..." She paused, and saw that everyone was looking at her. "I don't like being called 'the little sister'. It's patronising as fuck. Just call me by my name, alright?" She nattered on to Alice.

"What is your name?" I asked.

"Mercedes. Don't even ask why my parents chose that. It's a fucking mouthful." She turns to Alice with a serious attitude. "Why do I have to be here? You know I hate her for what she did." The whole room fell quiet for a bit, before she stood up and stormed out, yelling "I'm glad you've forgotten everything!" and then slamming my front door.

I was really confused. What had I done to her? She looked happy with me in the photograph, so we must have been friends at one point? I picked up the photograph for closer inspection. "So what happened in this photograph?"

Alice smiled to break the heaviness in the air after Mercedes had stormed out. "Well, I bought over the bottle of tequila," she lowered her voice, "and Mercedes... and we drank the whole bottle between us, and you got so drunk you told us your whole life story, about wanting to move on from uni, and finding some true friends and stuff, and I found it really quite flattering. So once you were finished blabbering on about your life, we headed out so I could show you round the town, and where the best nightclub was, especially. You got some random stranger to take that picture of us, while we were leaning against the wall waiting to get into the nightclub. I don't really remember much from that night myself, because I was so drunk, but I do remember waking up in the morning, wanting you to be my best friend, because I had never met anyone who understood me more than you did."

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