[THE WAYARKE SERIES, BOOK #1]
"Take it easy."
"It's never easy with you."
"Good."
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Ever since Austin Chanler was young, the NBA has been his dream. The one thing he's wanted for himself. Now a 19 year old sophomore, eligible for an academy one ste...
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AKIA
Warm and bright— two words you'd use to describe my best friend. When the sun comes up, she wakes with it. Well, usually. Waking up this morning, I feel like I'm in an alternative universe— one where Liz isn't waking me up at the crack of dawn. Looking to my side, towards her bed, she's dead asleep, not even the major creek of my bed can wake her from. Muffin on the other end, who's cuddled up by Liz, peaks her head up curiously— eyes wide open. This time, I take the opportunity to wake her.
"Liz?" I pester, shaking her abruptly. Her eyes squint open, full of fog, definitely not completely due to sleep. "Did you drink?" I demand, my hands flying up to feel her forehead. Warm.
"My head hurts," she groans, her lips dry. "I drank." Her hands reach her face, an attempt to rub away the feel. "Oh, my God. I drank!" She repeats frantically. "Blame it on those boys," she sighs out. "Now it's on my conscious." She frowns. Pulling the pillow from underneath her head and setting it to stand against the bedpost, I rest her back up against it, making her sit up.
"I'll be right back," I rasp, rushing into the bathroom with a change of clothes. "I'm going to go get you a..." I trail off, asking her while I get dressed.
"Tea," she adds to my sentence. "I don't like coffee," she tries to laugh, but it must worsen her headache because I watch as she settles her head back down through the mirror.
"Tea," I correct, stepping out of the bathroom and inching closer to the door. When remembering something, I turn back around. "What's your order?"
"Peppermint tea with one pump of peppermint syrup, the whole milk substituted with 1/3 coconut milk, 1/3 soy milk, 1/3 almond milk, double cupped, no sleeve, 2 packets of Splenda stirred, no cream— wait, actually— ask them to put the cream in a separate cup!" She tries yelling out, my head peaking to see her watching Muffin. "Oh, and double check there's no dairy please!"
My hand pausing on the lever of the door, my brows furrow. How am I even going to remember that? "Is that new iPod Nano included in that order?" I remark, gaping at her. "Why is it so long?"
"Because it's ordered to perfection!" She croaks out. Clearing my throat, I watch her in thought.
"Can you at least write that down?" I ask. She flicks her wrist, imitating a zombie.
"I can't write," she sighs. "It's numb."
"But you can talk, right?" I rip a piece off of a paper from my drawer, hovering a pen over the lines. Listening to her order again, making her repeat it a second time, I jot it down. The room is mixed with the sound of Muffin's panting and my pen striking against the thin paper before Liz speaks out.
"Before I left, you and Muffin weren't really," she starts, her eyes roaming the room for the right word, before her eyes land on me writing. "You weren't on the same page." I let out a light laugh at the unintentional pun. "How did you do it?" She asks. I was in bed by the time Liz came home last night but I was sure of the fact that she noticed the new toys plastered over the floor, ones from Muffin's toy basket, to indicate me playing with her. As well as the clean, full, food and water bowls. All done with some...help. Before I can even get a word in, an excuse, she watches me with clear amusement. "I know you did not do all of this," she laughs. "Who was in here?" She squeals excitedly, pulling herself off of the bed before I reach out to push her back down.
