Flowers and Pop Rocks

18

p o p p y

"Is Sabrina coming over?" my mom asked as I finished up with my homework in the living room. It was a little past four in the afternoon.

"I'll ask," I replied. She was supposed to come over at three.

My mom nodded before walking away in the direction of the kitchen.

It took a few rings before Sabrina finally picked up the phone.

"Sab, are you still coming?"

"Oh, I can't anymore," she revealed. "I thought I told you. My dad grounded me for the rest of the month, sorry."

I almost believed her until I heard giggling in the background followed by a few girls talking.

I couldn't figure out who it was, but I wasn't in the mood to argue. "That's okay. I'll just see you in school tomorrow."

"See ya, bye," she ended the call abruptly, making me stare at my phone in confusion. Why was she lying to me?

"Mom, she's not coming over anymore," I called out. "I'll be in my room."

"Okay, sweetie."

~~~

Blake:
what u doin?

Me:
staring at my ceiling

Blake:
thought ur friend was coming over??

Me:
not anymore

Blake:
u seem sad :(

Me:
nah i'm ok :)

Blake:
give me 15 mins

Fifteen minutes for what? I wanted to ask, but I knew he wouldn't reply. He'll be back in fifteen minutes, that's all I know.

I continued to stare at my ceiling, trying to figure out what the hell my best friend was lying to me about. If she had other plans, I wouldn't have minded, but I did now that she wouldn't tell me.

Since we became best friends in the third grade, we told each other anything and everything. Sabrina, Angel and I were an inseparable trio from the start, so you can't blame me for overthinking things like this.

Did I do something? Say something?

Angel was home, I knew that. She called me just before Blake texted to ask for help with her homework, so Sabrina couldn't have been out with her.

What was going on?

My mind was filled with thoughts as I tried to recall everything I'd said to my friend in the past week that could've pissed her off. I came up with a blank after minutes of thinking.

"Knock, knock. Someone order a Finley?" I thought I was starting to hear things, but Blake was actually there, standing in the doorway, repeating my words from when I went to his house.

I couldn't help but smile when I saw him, my thoughts fading, stored into the back of my brain so that I could revisit all of them again later.

"What are you doing here? And how'd you get in?" I questioned.

Did he break into my house? Wait no, stop thinking that and wait for his answer.

"I'm here to cheer you up," he replied, grinning widely before entering my room.

"I saw Kayley outside. She was watering the plants, and she let me in, told me to "walk up the stairs and barge into the second room on the left" when I asked where I could find you."