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[ oh look ! it's harry... *mischievous laughter* ]

R y l i e

If there's one thing I've learned during my stay here at Monique's, it'd be as simple as this: never drink four and a half cans of Red Bull, and then mix it with two cans of orange soda. Let's just say, if you do, you'll either be sitting on the toilet, or have your face hanging over it. Either way, you're headed to the bathroom.

I was up till around six thirty a.m when I saw the sun rising up through my window. I figured it was best for me to shut down and head to bed before I'd sleep the whole day off, but thanks to the amount of sugars put into my system, there wasn't a drop of tiredness in my body. I did find some job options throughout my fourteen hour online search, most of them being ones I prayed to never have.

I had ignored Monique for the rest of the evening yesterday after our argument, hibernating myself in my room to keep off all contact. She had attempted countless times to get me speak to her, saying multiple styles of apologies to pull me out, but I didn't budge; not even the slightest sigh escaped my lips for her to hear. There wasn't much to do in my room though, I only had my laptop, phone, and television. The boredom that was very subtle in the beginning quickly rose to the point where I had literally nothing to do with myself except for interacting with Monique. So because of my high altitude of stubbornness, I quickly padded down the stairs while Mo was taking her shower and grabbed a case full of Red Bull and orange soda to occupy myself while I'd start job researching.

Later on that morning- about two and a half hours or so -I finally decided to lift my lazy ass out of bed and take it downstairs to fill my empty stomach. My plan was of course to stay away from Monique until I thought I was able to speak with her again, but I was unsure on whether or not she was already downstairs.

There wasn't that fresh smell of bacon being cooked in a skillet, which was odd because there was rarely a day Mo wasn't cooking in the early mornings for the two of us. I had assumed that she had gone out early to run some errands, but then again, there would have at least been some sort of note left behind by her.

My feet hesitantly padded down the stairs in case I would be heard. I peered around the railing of the stairwell, feeling like a silly child hiding from their parents because they were in trouble. If I wasn't the stubborn one that I am, then maybe I would have spoken to Mo last night. But that isn't the case.

I make my way over to the kitchen to be welcomed with a bowl of fruit and a dark pink smoothie to drink. My heart warmed at the sweet thought from my best friend. I knew that she was trying her hardest to get on my good side again, and I had to admit that it was beginning to work.

Taking a bite off a sweet strawberry, my eyes noticed a yellow folded piece of paper tucked under the brown colored bowl. I pulled the paper gently from under the bowl and unfolded it, sipping on the flavorful smoothie. On the paper was a short note from Monique that read:

Hey Ry, I know you're probably loathing to read this but I didn't have the time to say it in person. My dad invited me to join him on a business trip to Atlanta for the next week, possibly a few days more. He said there's going to be multiple people from the greatest culinary schools to converse over their own business, but he says I may have a chance of talking to them! But anyways, I really want to apologize for calling you out the way I did yesterday, that was unfair to you and you were only trying to be truthful with me. I know this isn't the best way of doing this but I was in such a rush. I do hope we get to talk like the sisters we pretend to be with each other. I even made a fruit bowl and smoothie with all your favorites in it! Can't wait to see you soon!! xx, Mo

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