Give me my Hershey Kisses

Chapter 4

       I woke this morning to the sound of my remote falling off the bed. I sat up in my bed and took a look around my room. I felt light headed and I felt as if I was going to be sick. I grabbed my phone to check the time. It was seven minutes till noon. I needed to get ready for my date with Chris. 

       I squealed, then I noticed I had a message. It was from my best friend, Makayla, saying that she was walking to my apartment. She must have came over last night. Speaking of which, what happened last night. I decided I would just call her after a cup of coffee.

       I got up and started to walk to my bathroom. As soon as I turned on the light my eyes stung. I looked in the mirror and saw that I was an absolute mess. My make up was smeared, my eyes were puffy and my hair was very frizzy with Hershey bar wrappers in it. I growled to myself before heading towards the kitchen. Since I know my apartment like the back of my hand and the fact that I felt as if I was going to throw up any moment, I didn't bother  turning on the light. As I was walking I hit my toe on something in the middle of floor.

       "Ouch Catherine!" I heard a voice that can only belong to Makayla.

       "Makayla! Why are you here?" I was so confused. I went towards the wall and turned on the lights.

       "OFF! OFF!" She hissed at me. I quickly turned the lights off. I went into the kitchen and turned that light on. I could see into the living room partially.

        Makayla was on the floor in front of the TV. She stood up and walked towards the kitchen. As she got closer I could see she was squinting. I examined her. She had her playboy bunny nightgown on and her hair was a mess with wrappers in it too, but she still looked beautiful. Nothing can make her look bad. She was a pretty girl with dirty blonde hair,  golden brown eyes, and the face and body of a super model. I hate to admit it, but I'm a little jealous of her.

       "Put extra cream in my coffee this time." How did she know I was about to make coffee. I stared at her, looking for answers.

       "What? You always make coffee when you stay up late." She looked at me as if I had two heads. I turned around and placed the hazelnut coffee cup in the machine, then I turned towards her.

       "What happened last night?" My head was buzzing and I felt even more sick. 

       "Can we talk after coffee." I could tell she was annoyed. She walked into the living room and laid down on the couch. I sat there as the coffee was brewing thinking about what I should wear to the coffee shop. 

       When the coffee was done I poured the coffee in some mugs and added some sugar and cream and made sure to place extra cream in Makayla's coffee. I brought the coffee over to her and saw that she went to sleep. I shook her awake and handed her the coffee. We sat there quietly, drinking our coffee until she spoke. 

       "Hazelnut. Yumm!" I heard some sarcasm in her voice.

       "Sorry." I forgot she liked caramel. "So, back to the original question." She looked at me as if she wanted to slap me. I know Makayla seems like a mean person,  but once you get to know her she is....still mean, but she is always there when you need her and that's what I love. 

       She placed her coffee down and explained to me what happened. It is a long story, but I'll some it up; I asked to come to my house for girl talk time, but she brought her pjs, because she knows that means crazy chocolate sleepover, so she stopped at the store and bought a bunch of chocolate. If you didn't know chocolate is like our drugs and alcohol. She got here, I told her about Chris, we ate a lot of chocolate, danced and watched Fifty Shades of Grey five times, each time coming up with jokes for the next time, until I passed out. She had to carry me into my bed, like she always does and she watched TV until it went off automatically and went to sleep.

       "Oh," I said. I was very embarrassed and I could tell Makayla knew that.

       "Come on," She said. "Lets get you ready for your date." She grabbed my arm and dragged me into my room. Oh god, why do I keep letting her help my get ready. Our styles are completely different and I still don't feel 100 yet. I said a quick prayer, hoping that she wouldn't do anything drastic.