Parfait (n) 1. a rich cold dessert made with whipped cream, eggs, and fruit. 2. perfect (linguistics)
All Summer wanted was a peaceful summer with her friends and study her dream major in the upcoming fall. Instead, she got a job at the local ice cr...
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Jason didn't want to talk about everything he knows, apparently. Kal suggested we meet later and compare information and discuss courses of action, which was a fancy way to say "You're going to tell us everything you know and we'll take it to the police" but Jason denied, saying he had made plans already. So, Kal and I strategized alone in my room, laying on the floor because it was cool and I have no air conditioning. The small travel-size fan didn't do much.
Neither did we. Maybe the heat was slowing down our brains. It was a three-hour loop of they're bad guys- we'll have proof- we should do something about it. Kal was making eyes at the ceiling and checking his phone half the time anyway, probably expecting messages from Kate on whether she liked whatever book he recommended to her.
I'm currently on Eliza's bike, close to Olivia's house. There's sweat dripping down every inch of my body, all my baby hairs are glued on my face and my breath comes out in heavy pants. Letting out a sigh when I see the gate open, I speed up until I reach the front door and throw my bike on the sidewalk. I walk up to the steps and before I can ring the bell, Charlie opens up the door for me.
I smile the best I can to the little girl. "How did you know I was going to knock?"
"I heard you fighting for your life out there," she replies with a toothless smile.
I exhale as I walk in the house, feeling instantly revitalized as the cold air hits my face and body.
"Olivia is somewhere in here," the little girl says and gestures to the couch area. "You can wait until she comes here, if you don't want to go around looking for her."
Shrugging, I sit on one of the beige couches. I'm too exhausted to run around this maze of a house to find my best friend.
"Hey, Summer," Charlie says, chewing her lip, "what do you do when your parents yell?"
I huff. "I stand there and wait for them to stop so I can go to my room. Why are you asking? Are you in trouble?"
Charlie pouts. "I don't know. But they yell. I want to talk to them but they don't listen."
A chuckle escapes my lips. "Well, when do parents ever listen?"
The little girl nods animatedly. "Not even Gregory listens! It was my turn to play with Belle and he took her and went to his friend's house! That's why I'm waiting here, when he gets back I'll take my puppy and hide her so he can never see her again." Under her breath, she adds "Asshole."
I laugh, thinking how Kal basically does the same thing, stealing Lucky. But, as much as I hate to admit it, it's not entirely his fault.
"Are you going to have a girls' night with Olivia again?" the little girl asks, eyes wide. "Because, you know, I'm a girl."
"No, tonight is a friends-who-aren't-seven night, sorry," Olivia says as she's running to us from the stairs, her ponytail swaying from right to left. "But look at the bright side, you have the living room all to yourself."
