I wake up next to G again. Gosh we just couldn't stop. Mom thinks I'm at a sleepover with a new friend and they're covering for me but secretly I'm at G's.
"Goodmoring honey"
"Goodmoring babe.... OH SHIT it's already light outside shoudln't I be back home?"
"Honey, you're friend is covering untill 1pm chill out it's only 11am."
"We slept that long?"
"No, we fell asleep at 1am cause you wanted to watch whole season 3 of stranger things."
"Sorry, I am addicted to it alright. You made me watch it so it's technically not my fault." she smiles and gives me a kiss.
"Breakfast?"
"Sure!"
"We can make pancakes I have the ingredients"
"OMG yes I would love that!!".
We get to the kitchen and start making pancakes.
"Ooh can I mix now?"
"Sure".
She takes the spoon and flings it at my nose making the batter flying in my face. We're laughing and I hug her close only to laugh even more at the print of my face planted on her black sweater. A mixture of batter and flour and before we know we're almost peeing our pants laughing.
"Oh gosh this is madness I love it!" she screams out cackling and wheezing in between. It starts to smell funny so I get myself together and look at the pan to find we forgot about the pancakes on the stove.
"She, we hzhfuhhfsw, we burned them" I can't breathe I'm laughing too hard.
We clean it up and get ourselfs together.
"Ooh, I am gonna try and to the fance flip" she sais her eyes wide and focused.
We look up to follow the pancake but don't look down as it sticks to the ceiling.
"Fuck!",
she sais making me burst out laughing again.
"Gosh we're not gonna get pancakes untill dinner I believe".
We slowly clear up and focuse on the baking. After 10 minutes we got 5 pancakes and decide that's enough because we did waste 3 pancakes already and our batter was used up. We eat them with nutella and powdered sugar. I look at her beautifull face still wet from tears and see she has some flour in her dark brown wavy hair.
"You, you uhm.. got something in your hair."
"What is it?!"
"Flour or something.".
She laughs again and eats her pancake.
"Oh it was so delicious, you're such a good cook."
"I don't think so but I guess...thanks".
We chat a little and she wants to take a shower with me but I decline as it is time for me to leave.
"Hey, we baked pancakes and we burned 2 and 1 is still on the ceiling alright so if our parents ask us anything."
I send to Beth quickly so she knows what 'we' did on our sleepover.
"What's the adress again?"
"25 Blackberry lane"
"Coming!".
We arranged that she would come to G's house and walk home so it would look even more convincing.
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Beneath the Surface
General FictionTraumatized by her past, yet desperate to grow and have a beautiful future, she navigates through life. A positive mindset it may seem, but is that really the truth or just a facade for the world? She dreams of a bright future as a writer, perhaps a...
