Orange Juice

When I was about 13 or 14 I can't quite remember, My best friend and I lived pretty close together. For the sake of the story we'll call my best friend Freya. Freya and I were shy quiet kids. We hung out with the odd balls, and goofy kids. We didn't quite fit in anywhere else except with each other. It made for a good small group of people and most of us are still friends to this day.

You would hardly ever see Freya and I separated. We were always together and anytime one of us was up to shenanigans you could bet the other one was involved. As teenage girls we were up to date with all the latest boy bands and so called hot boys on television. Our rooms decorated with band tee's and boy band posters.

We would stay up late on the weekends talking about boys and which one's we crushed on. Spent our last couple dollars for the latest teen magazine to take the ultimate crush quizzes. We spent a lot of time coming up with code names for the boys we liked in school because when we would write notes or text we didn't want to happen to lose one and the secret get out.

So right next to her house was a boy who's name started with a J. He was a bit taller than us, dark hair, tan muscular body from playing in sports. His eyes were super blue... like almost sky blue. He was the hot boy in the neighborhood. We crushed on this boy hard.

As an added bonus he was friends with Freya's older brother. We used to hide in her room and listen to them watching football games and whatever it is that boys would do. When we would talk about this boy in particular... his code name was orange juice or o.j for short.

Now for the funny part. One night he happened to be staying over and so was I. So of course we were hiding in her room talking about orange juice. We thought they had already fell asleep. Well we were wrong. We were oh so wrong. Orange juice happened to be awake and heard us talking about him and laughing our butts off. Anyways he knocks on the door.

Our hearts drop. We hear him ask us what we're doing through the door. She unlocks the door to see him standing there. Half naked in a pair of gym shorts. We are practically dying at this point.

"What's so funny?" Orange juice says.

In a fit of panic Freya comes up with the only thing she can think of... Orange juice.

"We were just playing around listening to rap music! We love orange juice! We are orange juice gangsters!"

My mouth drops... I can hardly believe it.

"Hahahaha!" Orange juice busts up laughing.

"Okay then orange juice gangsters let's hear it then! It sounds like fun!"

Now I'm panicking. I don't know how to rap, she doesn't know how to rap and we're trapped.

So what do we do? WE ROLLED WITH IT! IMPROV!!!!

She started with something along the lines of

"Orange juice its so good, its so fine. Orange juice with no pulp is whats on my mind"

Me bringing up the rear was like:

"Orange juice. It's what's for breakfast!"

Que the classic rapper pose... both of us hats down back to back.

I don't think I have ever heard a boy laugh so hard he snorted before... I think I saw my life flash before my eyes and pretty sure I stopped breathing.

After a fit of laughter he asked us if we wanted to ride to the store with him and her brother. We said yes, it was like 4 am. So when we got to the store we both got orange juice to make it look good. We didn't want to blow our cover no matter how ridiculous it was.

That is the story of the boy who doesn't know he is totally orange juice.