Miss America

Chapter 4

        I wake up to Daisy getting up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. I roll over on my side, reaching for my phone. We went to sleep around 11 I think, so we wake up pretty early. I put my round glasses on my face and start looking at social media, scrolling.

"Morning doll face." She says walking back into the room, sitting up on my bed.

"Hey babe." I put my phone down and look up at her, she's grabbing something from her bag. My head hurts and my stomach aches.

I hate hangovers

Mark my words, the best way to cure a hangover is to pretend you're not hungover.

She brings out a little makeup bag before going back in the bathroom. I follow her wanting to brush my teeth and hair desperately, I turn on the radio first.

"Chew this pill, it's for teeth whitening then brush your teeth." She holds out a black little pill, I assume it's some sort of charcoal treatment.

"How's it look?" After brushing them thoroughly, I smile really big at her in the mirror.

"Amazing." She grins admiring her own white smile.

"This shit really works." I say observing my smile, It's almost as white as the tiles on the floor. I start to wash my face, and she watches me. "If you need anything just borrow it."

We clean up ourselves after the night before together.

I love being a woman

I grab a hoodie when I'm all cleaned up and keep my glasses on because I don't want to deal with my contacts right now.

"Are you hungry?" I ask while putting my hair up in a ponytail. 

"Not really." She replies.

"Well do you want to make french toast with me? It's my favorite." I grab a pair of fuzzy socks, and toss her one too.

This house is freezing

I look at the calendar on the fridge and see Uncle Ed's shift doesn't start till 10 this morning, so I thought to make him breakfast. It was only 8 so we had time, hopefully he wakes up in time. It cant be easy doing surgery on brains all day, I definitely couldn't be a doctor.

We start making the mixture. Since it was from scratch I just eyeballed the ingredients.

I could make french toast with my eyes closed. I've been doing it once a week since I was a little girl. The first few times, Dad helped me. After that I did it by myself.

"Have you ever made french toast?" I ask. She shakes her head no in reply. "Come here."

"It's so simple, look it's just some milk, eggs, cinnamon, and vanilla." I throw every ingredient into the bowl. This part of it looks a little unappealing, but the final product is worth it. "Then take some bread and put it in the there."

"Heat the pan...add the butter and put the bread in there." I continue to make to while Daisy watches. "And you have a piece of french toast."

"It's that easy?" She seems shocked at the fact it wasn't difficult to make french toast. I continue the process this time having 3 on the pan at once. I only wanted to make eight pieces. "I thought it would've been harder."

"Can I do anything to help?" She added.

"Maybe cut up some fruit, there's oranges and berries in the fridge. Or making a pot of coffee could help." I presented the tasks left to be done, I was almost finished the toast.

She grabs the coffee pot and fills it with water, replacing the filter with a new one. She already knew where everything was in the kitchen. I think my family was really close friends with hers. The way they interact tells me they were constantly with each other.