Brianna Collin's head was hanging upside-down on the edge of my bed. She had been laying there for some time, just waiting talking to me for absolutely no reason. We were supposed to be studying for our finals, but she just wouldn't shut up.
"So, I was thinking," Bea always started her "wild ideas" rants like that, "During the summer, my parents rent a small penthouse Downtown for a month. This year they are going to be in Thailand with my older sister for a while. I was thinking-"
"Wow that's new," I smirked, "Didn't know you did that."
She rolled her eyes at me, " Yeah, well I was thinking that I should drag you with me. How's that sound?"
"Not a chance, dude."
"Why not?"
I looked at her while rolling my eyes as hard as I could.
"You know I hate the city."
"Why? You've never even been in the nice parts!"
"Yeah, and I know why," I retorted.
"And why is that?" she responded, mockingly.
"Cause' it's nonexistent," I scoffed.
She rolled her eyes and smiled cheekily.
"You are soooo coming with me, girl."
"No I'm not."
"Am too!"
"Am not!"
"Am too!"
"Am not! My mom would never allow it! I highly doubt that your parents would allow it either!"
"Yeah, right. You know what? I'm gonna go ask your mom. Right now, baby."
"No, wait-"
It was too late. Bea ran to the other side of the apartment faster than an Olympic runner trying to get first place. Reluctantly, I got out of my chair and followed her to the kitchen, where my mom was making potato salad. Bea was already talking to my mom at a million miles per hour, while my poor mom was trying to make sense of it. When I stopped my short sprint to the kitchenette, I heard my mom say," Of course that's a good idea! She really should step out of her shell and explore the city. If your parents agree to this, please, let me know. I'll have her bags packed and her kicked out of the apartment complex before you can say 'yinz!'"
I walked back to my room, defeated. Bea walked into my room happily. Then, she gave me a strange look.
"What the heck is 'yinz?'"
"My mom's from Pittsburgh. It's part of their slang, or whatever."
"Huh. Anywhoooo, You are comin' with me now, girl!"
"Your mom will never agree to this," I said.
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Love and Banitsa
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