I turn over and pull the duvet up to my chin. Sleep may be the best thing in the world. After Ice cream. My phone starts buzzing, but I try to ignore it. It's Saturday. Sleeping Saturday. But then I remember that I'm in America and my mother might need me, and in emergency's you don't care about time differences. I answer it without looking, my eyes are fuzzy with sleep to read anyway.
"Hello?" I croak, my voice is way attractive in the morning.
"Hello?" Kemzi copies my voice, quite successfully actually. If this show doesn't work, she could become a mimic.
"Don't i'm sleepy" I stretched my arms up over my head. And roll out of my bed. Greacefully.
"We're going shopping today!" Kemzi tells me happily. In all honesty I forgot. I'm not really into shopping, my mum would give me a catalogue and we'd point at stuff we both liked, then order it. Simple.. But Kemzi adores shopping. In a not weird way, I'm just happy to spend time with her, her happy mood could lift anyone's spirits up. And Kemzi shopping isn't normal shopping, she finds unique stores or thrift shops. Since meeting her, my wardrobe is becoming increasingly larger.
I check my reflection in mirror. I am defiantly not a morning person. My naturally curly hair is all over the place. And my eyes are puffy because i always sleep face downwards. Dressing casual today. I choose some light colored jeans and sleeveless blouse with studs on. I always manage to get flustered while shopping, so i won't bother with a coat. Hair down today, these curls need to be free. Since moving here, I've finally caught some sort of tan, this means minimal makeup. I swipe a quick brush of bronzer over my cheeks, a flicker of mascara and some lip gloss. It may sound weird. In fact it will sound weird. But, I really value my eyebrows. I firmly believe eyebrows are important on a person. I make sure mine are thick. And the first thing i notice on a person, is yes, their eyebrows.
Kemzi picks me up in her mini, She's seventeen so she's been driving for a year, I'm sixteen but being English means I don't have a license. I'm not bothered though, Kemzi gives me lifts and she always has the best music playing. I throw myself into the passenger seat.
"Has anyone told you how graceful you are?" Kemzi says sarcastically as she looks over her sunglasses.
I sigh and reply with "Cause it's 0 to 60 in 3.5, baby you got the keys, Now shut up and drive. drive. drive." She laughs. I'm glad, because if she hadn't' of realised that was a Rhianna song, I would have looked like a moron.
We're speeding down some highway. That'a another good thing about America. Its full of long roads which are perfect to drive down with your music blaring. I'm singing along to some pop song when i realised my phone is vibrating.
*Text Message*
My heart drops when I see who it's from. I can't believe it's him. The memories come flooding back so fast it hurts my head. The midnight phone calls when we'd plan our future together, the home movies where i'd fall asleep cuddled up close to him. That kiss. That final kiss. My stomach immediately started to hurt. I was mad at myself for letting it effect me, especially after all this time.
Kemzi stops singing when she realises i've gone silent.
"Babe, you okay?" As timing has it, we pull into the mall car park.
"Um, No not really" My throat tightens. Don't cry.
Kemzi rubs my shoulders gently "What's wrong?" she said, her voice full of concern
"There was this boy back home.. " Kemzi cut me off. "And it ended badly and he just text you?"
I nodded.
"We had something. I loved him." Not knowing Kemzi for very long, I didn't realise she can't handle emotional breakdowns. She stays silent. But in the corner of my eye I can see her open and close her mouth, struggling with something to say that would be helpful.
I pull myself together. For her sake. Drying my eyes, I shake my head. Like that will get the longing for him out of my head. I let out a big sigh.
"I am in desperate need of new pajamas. You?"
