The Adventures of Strawberry and Twinkie

Chapter 1

It was a cold winter out in New York. Snow was falling from the sky,
and of course, I, strawberry, was preparing some hot coco for when Twinkie woke up. I had made some strawberries dipped in chocolate the night before, so I decided to get those ready, too.
I decided to make waffles, too. Twinkie
loves waffles! Especially with hot coco.

"Goooddd morning Strawberry!," Twinkie called out from behind me.

"Good morning Twinkie. I made you some breakfast, before we head out for today."

"Looks delicious!," Twinkie said as she dug into her breakfast. She took little baby bites, like she always did ever since I met her.

Twinkie and I met wayyyy back when were only 12. We became best friends in 8th grade, though. She always used to call me Strawberry, and I called her Twinkie.

We never call each other by our real name. I mean, sometimes it comes out on accident, but we always refer to one another as our nicknames. Twinkie's real name is Sofia, though. My real name is Veronica.. We never refer to each other as our names though, because it always seems a bit odd...
Twinkie is tall, about 5'6 I would estimate. Me, on the other hand, I'm 5'3 I'd say.
Sofia is really pretty, her hair is a dark brown, and her eyes are a deep brown, like mine. She's really funny, and clumsy.

"CRAP!" I hear Twinkie shout from behind me. I turn around to see a broken plate and her waffle on the ground. Kiwi, our puppy, comes over and starts nibbling on it.

"No, Kiwi no! Strawberry, do something!" She yelled. I picked up Kiwi and carried her to our room and closed the door. I walked over to Twinkie and gathered the broken dish pieces, and poured them in the trash.

"Great job, Sofia." I said, smiling a bit.

"Excuse me?" She says a little angrily.

"Twinkie, I meant." I say quickly.

"I didn't get to finish my waffle," she sighs. I just laugh at her and tell her to grab her stuff, since we were leaving.
We were headed to Matthew's house. We had to take the subway, because he lived in an apartment building in Manhattan.

I quickly brushed my hair and sprayed on my perfume.

"Let's go, Strawberry! We're gonna be late," she shouts. I sigh and quickly apply some Chapstick, then grab my jacket and we're headed out.

We walk outside and the white snow is so elegant, but it was freezing out!

"It's too cold!" Twinkie says.

"Come on, we're not that far away from the subway." I say.

We practically ran to the subway, since we didn't want to be outside for much longer.
We hop onto the train, and there's a ton of people on it, so we had to just stand up.
It took 30 minutes to reach Manhattan, and we just ran to the apartment building.
We took the elevator up to the 5th floor, and knocked on room "234".

"Well hello there!!" Matthew shouts as as he pulls us inside.

"Is Jetzabel coming?" I ask.

"I have no idea. She said her flight was late.. That was about two hours ago though, so I don't know if she's coming or not." He replied.

Jetzabel was also part of our squad, but she didn't live in New York. She moved to Miami when she was 22. It took her a while to get onto her feet, so she shed to work at this Mexican restaurant for a while and start saving. It was hard for her, due to the fact she was extremely cheap.
She had curly hair, and she rests glasses. She's kinda dumb though...sometimes.

"So what are we gonna do today?" Twinkie said.

"I guess we'll wait for Jetzabel." Matthew said. We sat down on his couch and we watched Netflix for a while.

"I'm hungry," Twinkie whispered into my ear. I sighed.

"Ask Matthew for some food," I whisper back.

"I have some leftover tacos from last night. I bought Taco Bell." Matthew says. He was obviously listening to our conversation.

"And you didn't invite us? You are a disgrace!" Twinkie remarks.

Matthew gets up, opens the fridge, and tosses a burrito at Sofia.
She eagerly opens it and takes a bite.

•••

Two hours passed, and nothing. Finally, my phone started ringing. I get up and answer.

"Hello?" I say.

"Hey! Um, I'm at the airport. I just got here." Jetzabel says.

"We'll be there in a few." I say, as I put my hair up into a ponytail. She hangs up, and I tell everyone to grab their stuff.

We head to the airport on a taxi, and when we finally get there, we start searching for her.
We don't see her anywhere! I decided to call her.

"Jetzabel where are you?" I say when she finally picks up.

"I'm in the airport!" She says.

"The Manhattan one, right?" I say. There's a long pause.

"...I thought you said you were in New Jersey."