Olive Green [GxG]

CHAPTER 15

Days went by and the planned sleepover was in full swing. Three of my long-time friends were with me and I couldn't be happier. At least I felt like that since my good friends were around, watching movies with me and talking about all the stupid things that came into our minds.

  "So," Evelyn started without looking up from her phone screen where she was watching some TikTok videos, "what's the plan for New Year's Eve?"

  "There'll be fireworks by the London Eye," I announced from my vinyl player. That was all we were doing all day. Being on our phones, listening to music, and watching movies.

  "Sounds nice."

  "Yeah. Let's go there then," Delilah agreed, getting up from her spot on my bed.

  I left the player to which the first notes of High Hopes started playing. There were a few hours left until the night and we had no plans made until then. Well, we just made only one plan for today's Eve. Not that there was much to do in the city when the whole previous day was rainy.

  Lying back down on my bed, I looked around my room. We always ended like this. Was it a problem in today's society? What did the adults, the previous generations, make for us? Probably. Or maybe we just became bored of everything.

  "What's for dinner?" Evelyn asked suddenly, this time glancing at us from her phone. I only shrugged. We haven't discussed that yet.

  "Yea... what 'bout your mm?" Delilah turned the question to me.

"She won't come until tomorrow," I shrugged. "Got a date or something."

  Amy sighed dramatically which made the three of us turn to look at her to see what was going on. There wasn't any dangerous bug or anything and she wasn't even looking at her phone. Instead, she got this mischievous smirk on her face.

  "So," she started, "we can have pizza, right? I'm sure none of us wants to cook."

  She was right. Well, at least I didn't want to cook. I wasn't in the mood for it and didn't even want to decide what to cook. That part was the most annoying. And Evelyn wasn't the cooking type as she rather had others do it for her.

  I glanced at Delilah who seemed to be thinking about Amy's proposal. If she wanted to make something, I wasn't going to stop her. Instead, I would gladly sit in the kitchen and watch someone cook for me. That would be fun.

  "What pizzas are we gettin' then?" Delilah asked in the end, opening her phone as she was probably planning on being the one to call.

  At that moment started our discussion about possible pizza toppings. Even though every time we had pizza we got, in fact, the same ones. And still, we had to talk about it like we didn't know each other's taste buds enough already.

  In the end, we decided, like always, to get quattro formaggi, fungi, and Hawaiian one. Delilah was the caller she always used to be while the rest of us got back to our previous doings. Which was still nothing special.

  "Ah, shit, I don't want new year," Evelyn groaned, falling onto my bed right after. She then mumbled something more but I couldn't understand her words as she laid with her face down at that moment. "Like who came up with this study bullshit?"

  "Men."

  "Great point, Amy."

  Shaking my head, I looked at my phone. There were no new messages. It was understandable as it was the last day of the year today. All my London friends were probably planning out their evening or something and the rest of my home town crew most likely did too. And the last things in the chat with Ava were the ones from before we saw each other on Wednesday.