I try to open my eyes a couple of times but my jet lag got the best of me. I was so tired and sleepy that this bed suddenly became my new best friend.
I slept the entire day and thankfully no one disturbed my sleep, or even if they did, I was deep asleep so I wouldn't know.
It was around 5.30 in the evening when my eyes finally decided to open. I brushed some hair from my face to see the time "Holy shit", I slept way too long, but it was worth it.
I turned my face on either side of my room to face the magnificent giant curtains I bought from Paris. Their patterns always calm me down and slowly I drifted off again.
A few hours later, I heard Kelly's voice. Faint but audible. "Veronica, get up," She said snatching my blanket.
"Oh, my god. Leave me alone," I dug my face inside the pillow but she was quick as she grabbed them and hit me on my head. "What do you want?"
"Wake up will ya," She said. I squinted one eye open and saw her hands resting on her slender waist and the other carrying my pillow. "C'mon, dinner's ready." She smiled leaving the door open.
"It's a crime to leave the door open,"
Damn it. Now, I have to drag my half-asleep body from the bed to close the freaking door before heading to the bathroom to wash up.
As I did the additional task of closing the door that my best friend left me so earnestly, I quickly brushed my teeth, showered, and put on my pajama set before making my way to the living room.
I know my apartment is like Monica's place in FRIENDS. Everyone gathers at one spot to chill and relax, eat all my groceries because food shouldn't be stored in the fridge when you can eat. Austin's word but all of them follow it.
Sometimes even me if they left me some food.
There's no surprise in the atmosphere as I enter the living area, immediately finding all of them on my couch. Eating spaghetti with meatballs while watching some sitcoms on the TV.
Wait, didn't I take the Netflix back yesterday? How are they watching television now?
I decided to settle my hunger first before asking them. I went to the kitchen on the left, took some spaghetti and dropped some meatballs on my plate before making my way to sit beside Ed.
"Whose Netflix are they watching?"
Ed shyly scratches his neck. "Mine,"
"You gave them yours? I thought I told you they're not to be given any source of entertainment here. If they want they can go home and watch at their place,"
"Sorry, I caved. They were giving me those big puppy eyes and then they apologized so I had to give them," he says,
"Yeah, either I was deaf because I didn't hear any apology or they just sugar talked you into giving the account,"
Ed's crooked smile earned a scoff from me. It's not new to see this side of Ed. He easily caves and as his friend I should've known. But whatever. Now, that I am rested and the flight smell isn't on me, I am not mad as I was yesterday.
I twirled the spaghetti on the fork and took a bite shifting my attention from Ed and saw what our sitcom choice for today was.
How I Met Your Mother, played on the screen and all four of us watched the episode. It wasn't until the end that I thought of Turner. He is obsessed with this show and whenever someone watches an episode, he is present in the room. Like always so it's a bit weird not finding him in the room.
"Ed," I poke my elbow in his ribs, "Where is Turner?"
"Probably in his room", He whispered as he took a bite of meatballs from my plate.
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