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August 11th 2018

ZAHRA NICHOLS

A voice shattered the silence, jolting both Charles and me from our sleep. "Boo bitches," Amara's voice cut through the calm. I was instantly awoken by her face hovering over mine. What a sight to wake up to. I shot up in bed, blinking away what was left of my sleep. "Amara, what the fuck?" I exclaimed, my heart still pounding.

With a playful smirk, Amara wondered around the room, already full of energy. "Just returning your house key, sleepyheads," she quipped as she flung open the curtains, flooding the room with blinding sunlight.

"Yasmine's already on her way to Boston, left a note on the kitchen counter. I didn't see Lorelei though, but she did leave your fridge full of food," she said, grinning and smiling like a maniac.

"She's probably already off to work," I replied, glancing at Charles, who seemed taken aback by the revelation. "Your mom... works?" he asked, he seemed very surprised. I don't blame him, I mean who would employ my mom? "Yeah, she's a yoga and pilates instructor," I explained.

Amara chimed in. "She even gave me a bubble butt exercise. It works!" she added with a wink, making Charles shiver slightly.

Seating herself on the edge of the bed, Amara extended her hand to Charles with a flourish. "I'm Amara, by the way. Charles, we haven't formally met, but I've pretty much stalked you and your entire life ever since you met Zahra at the club. Don't look at me weird, she asked me to. That's how she found you on Instagram," she confessed, her grin widening as she shook Charles' hand.

Charles, finally connecting the dots, let out a surprised exclamation. "Oh!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening in realization. Rolling my eyes, I shot him a mock glare. "Ignore her, her parents didn't show her any love as a child," I mocked, shooting Amara a middle finger to which she returned. "At least my mom isn't a total wacko," She shot back. Charles only laughed at the both of us.

With a playful wink, Amara bounced off the bed. "I'm gonna make pancakes. I'll see you downstairs. But with clothes on, I've seen way too much already," she declared, practically skipping out of the room. I glared at Charles. "Don't look at me I have a shirt on," Charles defended.

After getting dressed, Charles and I made our way to the kitchen. Amara was already at work, whisking a bowl of pancake batter. "Aww, you guys look better with clothes on!" she teased as we entered.

"Okay Amara, we get it!" I replied, can this girl just let a little thing go for once? The three of us soon found ourselves working together, Charles showed off his pancake flipping, and Amara insisted she could do better. 

After the all the batter was cooked, we sat down at the breakfast nook to eat. "Oh right, I forgot I came here to vent," Amara remarked, taking a sip from her cup.

"Are you sure, with Charles here?" I asked, just to make sure.

"Oh, it's fine! He won't be affected, feel free to share your thoughts too," Amara insisted.

And so, Amara started to go on and on about her situation. She spent spring break in Italy, and she met this guy; Hayes, and I guess it's sort of a situationship. At this point, Amara brings up a new problem every other week. 

"So, to him, we're casual, right? But last week, we were on call for hours talking about deep stuff until the sun rose and birds started chirping! Casual, my ass!" she complained. She started pulling her hair because of the frustration.