ℒ𝒪𝒱ℰℛ~ 𝑘𝑦𝑟𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠

𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛.

𝑘𝑦𝑟𝑎'𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑣﹕

"kyra"

"kyra wake up"

"KYRA"

i faintly hear whilst awakening, then not so faintly. honestly i don't even remember steph spending the night but apparently so. i hate the feeling of waking up, for the first hour or so everything just doesn't feel real, like im in a hallucination. there's been numerous occurrences where i have woken up, panicky, or aggressive, im not sure why really. "what steph" i groan in annoyance. "kyra, it's 1 in the afternoon" steph sternly announces. this is probably what i get for staying up talking to macy, but i couldn't tell steph that, that would be a bit of an awkward conversation: 'sorry steph i was up late talking to your childhood bestfriend' that would be weird, so i just lied. "sorry, must be the jet lag, i was knackered" i frown as i peel myself from my covers, discovering steph fully dressed for the day, meanwhile im stood there with my bum lopsided on my head, oversized t-shirt and yesterdays mascara still rubbed on and around my eye bags, shock steph always looks drop dead gorgeous. "fancy going out for lunch?" steph questions, silly question really, i love food. "sounds good" i reply.

i go simple with my outfit, just black essentials jumper and black shorts, we would probably end up just going to a small cafe and grabbing a bagel or something. "ready to go?" steph shouts through from kitchen, the sound of key's jingling as she does so. "yep!" i reply, popping the 'p'. i squeeze my feet into my nike dunks.

we both hop into steph's car after realising i am still way to tired to drive, steph would encourage me to drink a coffee in the morning to wake me up but i hate coffee with a passion, the smell and all makes me nauseous, katie (mccabe), says it's because im 'still a baby' and i will eventually grow into loving coffee, which i highly disagree, or so i hope.

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𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

steph pulls up infront of this homely restaurant, a little more fancy than i had expected, but it still seemed appropriate. it wasn't like these new modern restaurants that are planted all around st. alabans. i didn't recognise this restaurant thought, which was weird as i know probably every detail in st alabans that is to be known, i have lived here for a while and it's a small place.

it was more wooden based and had a beautiful decor, quotes planted on the bare bits of the walls making them not-so bare. an appropriate amount of plants placed on shelves, tables and what-not. enough to make the plants noticeable but not so much that you felt as if you were in a forest theme. mesmerising paintings from famous landmarks around the world, famous occurrences around st alabans and it all been hand painted, whoever has done those extremely beautiful paintings, definitely deserves some recognition, see if that was me who has drawn that i would have my name written over it, always trying to fit it in every detail, that may or may not be because i am horribly horrifying at drawing, or anything artsy actually.

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me and steph sit in the two seater booth right by three windows, is it just me who hates when two people sit at, for instance a 5 seater table, that really scratches away at my brain.

a small looking server comes shyly over to our table, she seems young, my guess 17. she looked anxious which is understandable for a kid. i watch as steph confusingly leans into the girls ear and whispers something, i obviously couldn't hear what she said or make out by the reaction from the young girl, which really annoyed me, i hate not knowing things. "what was that all about?" i confusingly question steph who smugly sits ascross from me which her lips sealed shut, she was up to something.