Nova is a recent law school graduate, clinging to her dream of becoming a sports lawyer through an internship with New York City's NHL team, hoping she can land a full time position. One problem though, the captain of the hockey team is someone she...
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The strong scent of syrup greets me as I walk in through the front door of my apartment. The speakers are blasting Taylor Swift, as usual, and I can hear Imogen shrieking aloud to the lyrics. She has the world's absolute worst voice, but Lennon and I don't have the heart to tell her so we let her scream-sing to her heart's content. Well, more like we're scared of what she'll do if we tell her she's terrible.
When I make it to the kitchen, Imogen is dancing around in her pink fluffy robe, using a spoon covered in what seems to be pancake batter as her microphone.
"Can I get some of those?"
Imogen whirls toward me and shrieks, "God, No, you scared me."
Before I can respond, another scream comes from the other room, "No is home?" Lennon comes sliding into the living room, her hot pink silk pajama set on, and slams right into me, wrapping me in a giant bear hug. "Finally! We need a girl's night we decided! We're holding you hostage you've been way too busy lately and we miss you. Right Imogen?"
Imogen has a look of disgust on her face at Lennon's display of affection towards me, but I can see a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Yeah, sure."
Lennon rolls her eyes and smacks my butt, "Go help Imogen with dinner. I'm on drinks duty."
My brows furrow, "Dinner? That looks like pancakes, aka breakfast."
"Who says you can't have pancakes for dinner?" Imogen looks at me like I'm insane. "Get over here and help me with the next concoction. I already made a few with bananas and chocolate chips."
I salute her before following her to the stovetop, "Yes ma'am."
Imogen and I spend the next half an hour making the most random pancake concoctions, from sprinkles to peanut butter to marshmallow ones that turned out kind of weird. We lounged around and caught up on the lates episodes of our favorite reality tv shows we've all been too busy to watch, just enjoying each other's company.
My mom has been worse than usual this week, calling me nearly everyday, the hateful words becoming worse with each call. I know that most of them aren't true, but constantly hearing your mother tell you she hates you can cause some serious psychological damage. I've been doing my best to hide it from Lennon and Imogen, but I know they see right through me.
I know that this pancake extravaganza was a way to get me to eat. I've lost most of my appetite and they've noticed, not saying anything but stealing glances at each other when all I do is push my food around my plate at every meal. I feel bad, I know it must make them worry and feel uncomfortable, but they've been the absolute best, cheering me up in subtle ways that they know aren't too overwhelming for me.
I never want to bother others with my problems, I should be strong enough to face them on my own, but something about the calls this week have really taken a toll on me. I know that Imogen and Lennon aren't the only ones that have noticed.
