Written in the Stars *EDITING*

Chapter 11: "Fish are Friend not Enemy" -Finding Nemo or Something

The next few weeks of Mia's life passed on like normal. School, hang out with Hazel, mindless entertainment. Nathan still ate lunch with her and Hazel every day but they had only hung out outside of school once. He was busy fixing a problem for a needy sophomore who probably would have run away from home if Nathan had not agreed to help. The financial compensation would be well worth it, he assured Mia.

"Emilia, can we please just gorge ourselves on ice cream, cry a little, and call it a night? I would very much adore that," Hazel begged.

"There are zero reasons to call me that, Lowe."

"But when I call you your first name you tend to listen to me better."

Mia's unimpressed expression and folding of her arms caused Hazel to turn back to the tv in a huff. The two were in Hazel's basement attempting to watch a cheesy Netflix original movie to ignore the homework they had due. Hazel wanted them to eat a bunch of junk food and cry because according to her, "crying, releases endorphins or something. I don't know I'm not a doctor." Mia requested that they tackle their homework and then finish the movie. She stood up and grabbed the remote from the table to pause the movie.

"Rock paper scissors?" Mia offered.

"Fine. We're doing the best two out of three." After Mia won, Hazel relied on paper a little too much, she grabbed their backpacks and opened her calendar app.

"You have to start brainstorming for your English essay. I need to work on math and science," Mia groaned. She lay on the navy blue couch for a second longer before getting up and unzipping her backpack. Hazel, who had rolled onto the floor in protest, was slowly inching her way to the stairs. Mia got up and tackled her while letting out a war cry. She ignored Hazel's groan of pain. "No running away Lowe! Face this problem head-on!"

"I can't do that when you're crushing me!" came her muffled reply. Letting out an oops, Mia helped Hazel up and shoved her onto the couch. "I don't want to be your best friend anymore," Hazel sulked. "You make me do too much work."

"Oh boo hoo, I care about your future."

"I still think me marrying a rich, hot woman or just living in Jade's basement is a stellar option for my future life."

Shaking her head, Mia said "Nope. How are you supposed to afford our cool trips to foreign places? Italy and Bora Bora can be expensive."

"Well YOUR rich husband can pay for both of our trips," she joked.

"What if my rich husband's business took a hit that year and he can't afford to fly us both out?"

"There's only one option then," Hazel shrugged. "You kill him and we use the life insurance money. Don't worry, we've seen enough true crime documentaries to get away with it."

Thinking about it for a second, Mia agreed. "Yeah, we could definitely get away with it. Rest in peace lover. The money was worth it."

"I should probably feel a little bad that we're already planning to kill Nathan, but hey, someone would have ordered a hit on him eventually."

"Nathan is not my future husband!" Mia yelled before hitting Hazel with the muted cream-colored pillow. "Now do your work."

When Mia got home, she received a text from Nathan that read: Coming over in 20. Please have water instead of those nasty health drinks. She wondered why he was coming over. Was this fixing related or did he just want to hang out with his new BFF? Mia placed a water bottle on the table and ran to her room to dump her backpack and brush through her hair. Hating how tangled it would sometimes get after a long day of school meant she usually brushed it when she came home.