I wake up abruptly to the sound of a thump. I open my eyes to see Sydney on the floor. She had gotten up to use the restroom and hadn't noticed the closed door. She was on the floor silently laughing from the collision with the bedroom door. We make eye contact and start laughing.
"This is why we are best friends Sydney!" She just emailed at me and tells me the story.
We decide to make pancakes for breakfast, So we head down the stairs of my home and inspect the pantry for the ingredients . Once we collected them all Sydney put on music.
We both start dancing and singing wildly to "I'm ready" by AJR.
"I won't forget you but I may forget your name, my lady.... I know what your thinking when the bass starts ringing can you tell me when your stoked to start, are you ready for tonight setting it on fire and we'll dance until we're done in the dark, my lady!"
I am smiling from ear to ear having the time of my life with my best friend... Whom I will miss tremendously. But I decide not to be a downer and try to forget about moving.
"I'm ready I'm ready I'm ready I'm ready I'm ready I'm ready!"
We continue to dance and sing.
Sydney came up with the idea to have a little competition to see who could flip the pancakes in the sit and catch them. I agreed and we began.
Laughing Sydney goes first.
"I can't do this when your laughing." She says to me smiling and giggling.
"Okay,okay I will stop"
We make eye can't act and both bust a gut laughing.
Finally we both went and both failed.
" haha! This is just hilarious watching you do this Claire!"
We then proceed to perspire our delicious homemade pancakes.
Dumping syrup and whip cream on them completely drowning the taste of the actual pancake.
"Why are they even called pancakes?"
I say sarcastically.
We both just giggle and dig in to out masterpiece's.
Both Sydney and I finish and we start to clean up.
"Would you like to go take a shower?" I offer.
She replays
"you can take one first."
"Okay I say!"
As I am in the shower I sing to the melody of my favorite song.
I am mostly thinking about moving and how painful that will be.
How can I leave Sydney? How can I do that to how? How will I do that? I don't want to? Why would my parents put me through this all for John?
Too many in answered questions swirl through my mind. Too many.
I finish my shower and step out to dry off.
Afte I finish drying of I clothe myself in baggy sweats and a tank top. I proceed to my room and open the door and find it decorated with streamers, flowers and balloons. There was a note on my bad that said
Claire,
It me Sydney, I wanted to show you how much I love you so I set up a scavenger hunt.
Here are the rules:
I have chosen 5 locations that we both love and there is one note at each. On the back on the notes are cliches to the next destination. I will be awaiting your arrival at the last destination. Your first clue is here on the back. I can't wait to see you hope you find this fun. You will have to try and solve my hunt today. I love you Claire!
Sydney.
My eyes were blurry and wet.
I was cry with joy that Sydney would go through all this trouble for me. I feel so loved. I proceed to take pictures and post them on snap chat.
I get jeans and my life guard sweat shirt. I run out of the house with my keys in my hand and start my adventure.
