~Rachel's POV~
I had been sitting there with my laptop in my lap, flipping through TV channels. It wasn't long before I got a notice that my friend had answered. I set down the controller and typed my message.
ItsRa5chel: Hmmm... 7:00? Tonight? Froyo is the best in the evenings.
I quickly checked the clock. It was a good three hours until 7:00 hit. What will I do until then? The television obviously wasn't getting me anywhere.
I closed my laptop and made my way to the kitchen.
"I couldn't care less what she'll wear or what she looks like, It all depends on what she cooks like! Beef, pork, chicken, Mmm!" I yelled into the pantry. My parents weren't home, and if they were, I wouldn't care.
