"Oooooowwwww!" a cry fills the room. I look over at Gia alarmed,

"You okay?"

"No!" she replies, I open my mouth to reply but she continues, "No, I'm not okay! I hate men! I hate men and their pursuit of idealised beauty! I hate the beauty magazines! I hate Hollywood and the standards it conveys and most of all I hate people like you!"

"People like me?"

"Yes, people like you. People who are naturally hairless," she sputters and proceeds to spread more hot wax on her legs. I watch as she carefully places the calico onto it and then tears it off as quick as she can. I notice a small muscle clenching and unclenching in her cheek. I know it's cruel but I want to smile. I find the entire scene amusing,

"Well, if you hate it so much you should take a stand. Start a hairy trend,"

"Ha! That's so funny. No one would look at a chick that had hairy legs. Would you go out with a girl who had hairy legs? Huh?"

"Well, I honestly haven't considered that before,"

"Consider it now," she smirks, "If I didn't sit here every month and wax my legs would you go out with me?'

"Uh..."

"I'll answer it for you: No you wouldn't,"

"Hey, that's not fair! You didn't even give me a chance to reply,"

"I know what your answer would be,"

"No you don't,"

"Really?" she raises her eyebrow, the look on her face is clearly disbelieving.

"Yeah really," I retort, "I would go out with you even if you had hairy legs," I finish, I give her a look which says "Ha. Suck on it,"

"You so would not,"

"Yes I would. I'm sorry but when you like someone, I mean really like them, your soul connects and all that bullshit, you don't care about physical appearances," I state. She looks at me and shakes her head, "It's true. I liked Julie, remember? She was plump but I didn't care 'cause she was a beautiful person,"

"Too bad you didn't go out with her, I liked her," she murmurs,

"Whatever. All I'm saying is there's a point where it doesn't matter if they look like Frankenstein because you like them,"

"Frankenstein?"

"All right, I'll draw the line at Frankenstein,"

"I think you're lying,"

"I'm not,"

"All right, I'll leave my legs to get hairy and then I'll ask you out and we'll see what you say," She states,

"I'd say yes," I say. She starts laughing hysterically and I watch as she throws her head back and laughs heartily. She looks so stunning in that moment, complete with a towel on her head, wax on her legs and a facemask. It suddenly hits me that if she were to ask me out I really would say yes, hairy legs and all. I'm left short of breath.

I think I like her.

I like her. I like my best friend of twelve years. Oh my god. It makes perfect sense � I constantly have to talk to her, I can't imagine not being friends with her and in every sense of the word she is my soul mate. And I like her. No wait...scratch that: I think I'm... I'm in love with her. What the fuck am I going to do? This is an impossible situation.

"Dude, you okay?"

"Huh?" I am shaken out of my daze by Gia's question.

"You okay? You look like you've swallowed a doorknob,"

"Doorknob?"

"Taylor, what the hell is wrong with you?" She asks exasperated and tears off another piece of calico. I am conscious enough to smirk. If only she knew what was wrong with me.

"Nothing," I murmur.

"Hey, can you do something for me?"

"Mmm?"

"Can you do the back of my thighs?"

"Sure," I blabber. I move over to her and sit next to her. I stare down at her legs that have slight red bumps covering them from the waxing.

"Here," she hands me the spatula, "Have fun," I roll my eyes. I dip the spatula in the wax and run it down Gia's upper right thigh. I smooth the calico over the wax and rip it off. I'm trying desperately to concentrate; I highly doubt that now is the proper time to drift off into the though, hot wax and a lack of concentration don't go well. I absent-mindedly finish off her legs,

"Sorry dude, but can you rub this in for me? It stops the stinging," She explains. She hands me the moisturiser. She wants me to rub this in? Cold shower here I come.

I open the lid and squirt it onto her leg. I take my time in massaging it in, moving the cream my fingers across her skin in small circles. The most bizarre urge to blurt it out to her is taking hold of me. I briefly entertain this train of thought. What would Gia say if I turned around and said "Gia, I'm in love with you,". I almost break into a fit of hysterical laughter.

"Taylor, I think it's rubbed in," She says uncertainly. I suppose I have been sitting here caressing her legs for a rather unusual amount of time. She turns over onto her back and sits up.

"Thankyou," she places a quick kiss on my forehead as she stands, "That would have been quite disturbing for you. Hairy legs, eugh!" She shudders. It was disturbing but not quite for the reason she thinks. My eyes travel up his legs and to her white tank. I suddenly realise she's not wearing a bra. I don't think there are enough expletives in my vocabulary to cover the pain I'm feeling right now.

Ah. And that was an "Ah," of pain.

"Bikini line now," she grimaces as she picks up the wax, calico and spatula. She throws me a look of despair as she heads off into her room. Bikini line? What the fuck is wrong with me?

Am I thinking I'm in love with her because of this pent up sexual energy or because I am in love with her? I think of her smile and her eyes and I think of her personality. Nope, I must say I am in love with her. It's definitely not being backed up. However that being said,

"Gia! I'm gonna have a shower, okay?" I yell out and walk towards the bathroom.