[color=f6989d][i]"Holly, are you sure you don't need any help? It kills me to watch you do everything without letting me lend a hand, or two, or even three when I'm in the mood."[/i][/color] Jada's prominent voice called over the playing music. Her body was turned to the side, her dark almond eyes watching Holly as she dumped a bag of potato chips into a large plastic bowl. Jada was wearing a black and white polka dotted dress, a light pink cardigan covering her shoulders on the crisp day. Her shoes had been thrown next to her backpack on the floor the moment they had entered the house.

Jada had spent practically every day after school with Holly due to her father's work schedule at the high school. He wouldn't be home until late at night and since Jada didn't have her license it was either walking or spending time with her best friend. She always chose the later. 

Gazing around the room, especially on the table of snacks and alcohol anyone could tell Holly's family was well off. That is where the two girls differed; their social class were complete opposites. Thankfully Holly was always on the giving end of the spectrum, and wasn't pretentious like some of the other girls attending their school. 

Turning back around on the couch she looked at Brad with a slight smug. On one hand she was grateful Brad was clearly enamored with Holly, whilst on the other hand she was disgusted with the fact that he thought they should be together barely a couple weeks after the death of his girlfriend and their mutual friend; Rosie. [color=f6989d][i]"I see you're not up in arms to help either, Braaadley."[/i][/color] Jada scoffed, scooting off the couch and joined Holly next to the snack table. 

[color=f6989d][i]"How can I make your life easier right now honey?"[/i][/color] she crooned, giving a big cheeky smile.