Dear Ava,
On a lighter note, remember when we had our first sleepover over at Sarah’s? That was fun, wasn’t it? We even earned approval of being Sarah’s friends when we helped Sarah’s mom cook. She even asked us to call her by her first name! Not all parents do that, and the ones who do are the cool ones.
“Hello, Mrs Reed,” you greeted her, smiling. But she didn’t respond. “Er, Mrs Reed?”
Olivia looked as if she just noticed us for the first time. “Oh, I’m sorry. My mother-in-law isn’t home. Leave a message.”
You turned red and I slapped a hand on my mouth, muffling my laughter. I made the same mistake a year ago, when I first met Sarah’s folks, too. It was funny watching someone else commit the same error as I did.
“Olivia,” she said, extending her arm.
Before I could stop myself, I mimicked her and shaking her hand, mumbled, “Er—West.” We dropped our arms and I put mine inside my pockets. I flushed.
“Oh, West, is it?” I nodded. “Interesting first name. What’s your surname, pray?”
Sarah was beside her mother. She giggled and elbowed her mother. “Mom, you know Carter. Stop fooling around.”
Olivia laughed. “Sweetie, I wasn’t aware we were doing something bad.” And guess what? She actually winked at me! “And besides, it’s been months since I last saw this one.” She turned to you and you both shook hands.
“Hi, I’m Ava Woods,” you said sheepishly.
“Right.” Then she whirled around and headed to the kitchen.
The Reeds’ house is simple. Not too big, but not too small either. It’s what you can expect from a suburban house. When you step in you’d meet the stairs at the right. To the left there’s a pathway that leads to the kitchen, living room, dining room. It might seem crowded at first, but the rooms are spacey. They have three bedrooms. The master bedroom, Sarah’s room, and the guest room. Three bathrooms—one at the master’s one downstairs, and one upstairs, adjacent to the guest room.
Sarah and I immediately followed, but you were still standing there.
“What?” Sarah asked.
“Your mum. She’s, uh, interesting,” you said uncertainly.
Sarah and I chortled. “She’s like that,” I assured you. “She’s hilarious, trust me. C’mon.”
Once we got snacks and drinks, we headed to the basement. The hardware stuff Sarah’s dad uses is at one small corner. The rest was then converted into the game room, where Sarah and I hang out. Plus you, when you started living in the States. Anyway. We settled on the bean bags and had a movie marathon, and played on the Xbox.
It seems as though time passed as fast as a Formula One race car, because it was finally 10 P.M.
“Hey, I’ll just go to the loo,” you informed us.
“The—what?” I said dumbly.
“The bathroom, you moron,” Sarah muttered. You giggled and left.
Here’s where it gets weird. All day Sarah’s been glancing at me and was trying to get near me every chance she’s got. At first it was fine, but then it continued on all day and it’s just…weird.
Now, Sarah plopped down on my bean bag. At least it was big enough for the both of us. She whispered to me, “Hey, can I tell you something?”
I felt a teensy bit uncomfortable. “Uh, don’t you want to wait for Ava? If it’s a secret between friends, it’s best if we’re all here. Yeah?”
She frowned at me and returned to her own bean bag. “Yeah. Right.”
And what the hell did I do to make her frown? No freaking idea. Here are the things I know about girls:
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“Hey,” you say. “There’s nothing there!”
Very good. Very observant of you. To which I reply, “Exactly.”
Claims girls are weird,
Carter
a/n: So dedicated to my good friend Lea (aka _eeleekeeyah) becuase she's my first reader! Hii Lei! :DD
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