In it to Win it

Chap. 8: Broken Chairs & Cinnamon Rolls

Chapter 8: Broken Chairs & Cinnamon Rolls

I press enter, and I hear the swoosh of my email being sent off. Of course I waited to to the last moment to R.S.V.P.

The celebration is this Friday, and all the A-listers in Hollywood are attending. This is supposedly the biggest party of the year, possibly even the decade. I look to my open closet where my dress hangs, and I stare at the beauty of it.

I open up my Netflix account, and catch up on Revenge. Definitely one of my favorite shows. As I'm on my third episode, there's a knock on my door. I look up to see Sophie. I pause my episode and pull off my headphones.

"Yes, madam?"

"Don't say that! It makes me feel old!"

I laugh. "Alright, miss."

Sophie shrugs. "That's a bit better. Anyway, I was wondering if you could help me with something?"

"Yes?"

"Okay, I need you to go to IKEA with me because I have to buy a new chair because my old cheap one broke."

"Sure, let me change though."

"Ready in ten?"

I nod, and Sophie leaves, heading towards the kitchen. I throw on a pair of leggings and a simple white V-neck, pulling my hair into a high ponytail. I grab my purse and phone, heading towards the kitchen. Sophie is entranced by her phone, staring down. When she notices me, she looks up.

"Wow, record time!"

"Oh shut up. Be happy I'm coming with."

"If it makes you feel better..."

"Ready to go?"

"Been waiting on you, sunshine."

"Great, let's get a move on."

I open the door, and head down the hall with Sophie trailing behind, smiling at her phone.

"What are you all smiley about?"

Her head shoots up, and she just shakes her head. "Oh, nothing. Just happy to get a new chair!"

I look at her suspiciously, raising an eyebrow. "Okay?"

She laughs and looks back at her phone, smiling at the screen again. We exit the elevator, heading to the my car. The ride is mainly silent besides the radio playing the top 40. It's a comfortable silence, though.

I tap my fingers against the steering wheel, humming to the music. When we get to IKEA, it's packed, which isn't anything new. I circle around the parking lot for a while, looking for a space. Once I find one, in the back of course, we head through the busy parking lot to the entrance.

"Okay, where is this chair?"

"I have the location on my phone, so we can just grab it and go. Maybe grab a cinnamon roll on the way out?"

I laugh. "Is that the only reason why you wanted to come?"

"Well it's the only reason why I came today. I could have survived a while without it."

I look at her, my mouth hanging open. "You mean that you dragged me across town to buy a chair that you could have survived a week without? Keeping me away from Revenge?"

She nods eagerly. "YUP! But if it makes you feel better, I'll buy you one."

"They only cost a dollar. You make it seem like your giving me the cure to cancer."