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“Not tonight, ya weirdos,” she muttered, unlocking her door.
The loft she shared with her best friend Kara was everything they had imagined when they made all their big plans.
The top floor of a 1920s industrial building that had been restored and converted into condos and lofts. Complete with exposed brick walls, Bluetooth, granite counter tops, floor to ceiling windows, and hardwood floors.
Basically, it was Swanksville.
Did they need it?
No.
But it was the dream.
And both of them had learned a long time ago that dreams weren’t handed to you. If you wanted them, you had to make them happen.
And so they had.
The only part that wasn’t in the dream was the banjo playing vampires that had moved in at the first of the month.
And it wasn’t even so much that they played banjo.
It was that they played itso badly.
And all. Night. Long.
Hence Sabine’s belief they were actually vampires with a very specific torture fetish. One where they slowly drove their victims crazy with bad banjo. And then they swooped in for the kill.
“But today is not that day,” she said. She set her bakery box on the butcher’s block and pulled out her phone. She called up her Taylor Swift playlist and hit play.
The music pumped through the Bluetooth speakers throughout the loft and drowned out the undead Foggy Mountain Boys.
She took off her coat, stashed her purse, and set about making Kara’s favorite dinner and poured herself a glass of wine. A half hour later Kara came through the door.
Sabine was in the middle of her “Fearless (Taylor’s Version)” solo, using the ladle as her microphone when Kara joined her.
Kara used the wine bottle as her mic, and they danced around the kitchen singing to one another until the song was complete.
“Gimme that.” Sabine took the bottle from Kara and poured a glass for her bestie.
Kara sighed and took the wine. “What’s the occasion?”
Sabine eyed her, not even a little bit fooled. “Did you really think I’d forget your birthday?”
Kara’s cheeks tinged pink and she shrugged, taking a sip of the wine.
“I just didn’t want to… You know.”
“I know, babe. And this is not me pressuring you to celebrate.” Sabine touched her wine glass to Kara’s. “I’m happy you were born, and I wanted you to know.”
Kara’s eyes glossed over and she hugged Sabine.
They held one another for a beat, just letting the moment be what it was. No need to explain or pretend anything away. Their decade long friendship had been filled with more than most people experience in a lifetime.
From the day they had laid eyes on each other in ninth grade, they’d been soulmates. Kara, the tall, blonde, perky cheerleader, had been the exact opposite of Sabine who was short, dark haired, and bossy.
It was a match made in a very weird part of heaven.
And it was the most important relationship of Sabine’s life.
