Perfectly Flawed

3. Bonfire Fun

(There's mature themes in here, I'd like to quickly point out that certain things these ladies do, despite their age, is legal where I am from, and so I choose to write about it. Doesn't mean that these choices are good ones, but I don't write perfect people because they don't exist. thanks)

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"Man, no wonder we loved these when we were kids." Keila groans. "Why did we ever decide these aren't a year round snack?"

I chuckle and let the smoke lazily slip through my lips. "I don't think WE ever decided that, but if I were to guess, I'd say it's because we don't have bonfires all year round." I pass the joint and grab a marshmallow to munch on.

"Okay, but we COULD." She argues.

I squint my eyes at her in amusement. "Like no...I'm sorry but if we're still living here in January, I won't be coming out here to have a fire. Sorry." I laugh.

She frowns at me as she takes another drag. "What do you mean IF?"

I look over, biting my lip to keep from laughing. "Well I'm sorry but who knows? We only signed the 6 month lease because you know we're probably both going off to school."

Keila pouts, a look I assume isn't typical for her. "I thought you didn't wanna go to school."

"Well no, I don't, Keils. I'm gonna fight it as much as I can, I'm just saying you never know." I shrug, leaning forward in this flimsy chair as she offers me another puff.

"This fucking fire keeps going out." Keila grumbles, poking at it with another log.

I exhale with a laugh as I lean back feeling light and relaxed. "Well maybe just add another to it." I suggest. "And don't get ashes all over my marshmallow."

She looks back at me, eyes wide with an 'oh crap' look on her face. "Uhmm.." She lifts my roasting stick to show me my blackened treat.

"NOooOooOooo Key-LEE-aH'' I cry out, putting emphasis on each syllable of her name. "You're breaking my heart."

"Sorry D." She offers me the burnt up end of our almost completely finished joint. "Consolation prize?"

I sigh dramatically. "Fine. I'll finish it up but I won't feel better about it." I relight the end, trying to avoid burning my fingers. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course." She giggles, clearly forgetting how she broke my heart 10 seconds ago.

"Is your name spelt lia or ila?"

Keila frowns. "Huh?"

"Like is it K-e-l-i-a?"

"No. It's K-e-i-l-a."

"Well then why is it key-lee-ah not key-lah?" I frown.

She stares at me for a long second. "Wow. Nobody's ever asked me that before."

I giggle. "Sorry I didn't mean to confuse you, it's just high thoughts. Also earlier I saw it spelt out on the schedule, I wasn't sure if it was a typo."

"To be honest, I think it was."

"Huh?" Now it's my turn to be confused.

"Well I think my Dad messed up my birth certificate, My mom picked my name, but I think my dad wrote it wrong on the papers, or maybe he taught me how to spell it wrong, or maybe I messed up somewhere along the way and nobody said anything, because yeah I guess if you look at it, it definitely makes more sense to say it key-lah..."

"I'm sorry." I giggle.

She throws a pebble and it hits my arm. "You've given me an identity crisis, Dakota. I hope you're happy."