Chapter 4
"Do you think I should go?" I asked Mikayla later that night as I was getting ready for bed. I had asked if I could spend the night and Mikayla's mom hadn't really cared. So here I was, making a nest of pillows and blankets in front of the t.v. on the floor.
Mikayla looked down at the bowl of popcorn that sat in her lap, "I don't think you should," she said, finally.
I looked over to see at her and saw tears threatening to spill out of her eyes, "Okay, Kayla. Then I won't go." I replied
"But," She said quickly, "I think you need to, even if it means losing my best friend." She looked at me with a sad expression.
"Oh, Kayla!" I said, gathering her in my arms for a hug. She hugged me back, and I felt tears soill onto my shoulder. "You will never lose me."
We sat like that for a few minutes, until I was sure she had stopped crying.
"So what movie do you want to watch?" She asked, drying her tears and scrolling through On Demand.
"Hmm, How about 'The Skeleton Key'?" I asked, grinning. I loved horror movies. even though they gave me nightmares, I enjoyed the thrill of the movie and the terror they brought when they were over.
Mikayla sighed and grumbled something under her breath, but started the movie anyway. I settled under my blankets and opened my bag of Twizzlers eagerly.We stayed up until 3 o'clock on the morning, then I finally succeeded in convincing Mikayla that we need to go to sleep since I had to get up early anyway to pack. I fell asleep and smiled to myself as I dreamed about Paris and pastries.
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"You can have this. Oh this is cute, but I never wear so I guess you can have it!" Mikayla said, going through her closet and throwing top designer clothes into my suitcase that she gave me also. She was giving me clothes that I'd never even thought I would wear and many still had the price tag on them that made me faint. Being president doesn't give you unlimited expenses, but coming from a long line of southern cotton growers does and having rich family helped Mikayla too. She had grown up wealthy and being the President's daughter just came as a bonus. Basically, she was Southern Royalty.
"Mikayla, you don't have to do this," I said, looking through the pile ontop of the suitcase.
"Oh nonsense! I don't even know when I'll see you again so you need to have these clothes to remember me by!" she exclaimed, throwing pairs upon pairs of shoes ontop of the mound. She clapped her hands and looked down at the mess she had created. "Now on to accessories!"
She took a dozen handbags and began filling them with jewelry.
"There is no way I'm taking all of this jewelry. Mostly because I don't know how it will fit in my suitcase and carry on and it's too expensive." I said, stopping her.
"Well too bad. It's not like I'm gonna miss this stuff. I mean come on its not even half of my stuff." she said, continuing to stuff jewelry in it. I sighed and walked over to my messenger bag. I picked up my laptop and slid it into the bag. I grabbed my two favorite books, Romeo and Juliet and To Kill a Mockingbird, and stuffed them in there too. I would never admit this to anyone, but I hate romances. I liked reading them but didn't believe in it happening in real life. I packed my toiletries and make up in the bag to make room for all the stuff Mikayla was giving me. I shoved the things in but frowned when they only went halfway. Curious, I opened my bag and peered in. I grabbed the object and pulled it out.
In my hand was a small red box with a silver ribbon tied around it to keep it closed. Mikayla, sensing my quietness, came over and peered at it over my shoulder.
