"I'm still going to your house tonight right?"
"Of course! We gotta listen to the new CDs I got."
"Hmm. Sounds intriguing. Will you make that dip thing?" I facepalmed so hard.
"Dip thing? You're a dip thing."
"Shut up. Will you make it or not?"
"Will you bring the chips?"
"Maybe..."
"Then maybe I won't do it."
Daisy and I always have sleepovers at my house. We don't have sleepovers at her house. Ever since her mom died, her dad has been drunk all the time, always bringing girls over. He never hit her which I appreciate, but I could see where she got the rude attitude and foul language I was given back in kindergarten.
We bonded over the fact that we each had a dead parent. She supported me on Father's Day and I was her shoulder to cry on when Mother's Day rolled around.
We've seen the worst and best of each other. She's always been there. And she always will.
••••••
When we got to my house, my mom was in the kitchen making dinner. "Hi mom!" Both me and Daisy said at the same time.
My mom dropped her knife literally 5 cm from her foot, sticking straight up into the rubber mat we just got for washing dishes. My mom didn't notice though. She just had this giant grin on her face like she won a million dollars.
"Girls!!" She ran to us and stopped in front of us. She cleared her throat and removed the grin from her face to replace it with a duckface and furrowed eyebrows. "I mean, sup dawg? I haven't seen you's in a ill minute."
"Mom."
"Yo?"
"Stop."
"Okay. You guys want some snickerdoodles? Fresh from the oven!"
"Thanks mom. We'll take them upstairs."
I went over to the kitchen and picked up the knife while grabbing the plate of snickerdoodles on the counter. I turned around before going upstairs to face my mom. "And uh mom?"
"Yes, sweety?"
"Stop watching gangster movies on Netflix."
"I feel you."
"Mom?"
"Okay."
Daisy and I went upstairs and went to my room. We shut the door behind us, dropped our bags next to the bed and I went to the cd drawer. I picked up the first one I saw. It really didn't matter, we were gonna listen to them all.
I popped the cd into my laptop. The first track started playing and I fabulously turned around to face Daisy. She flipped her hair and winked at me. She backed up, holding her stare. I saw her reach for something behind her on my bed.
I just remembered I didn't make my bed this morning, leaving all 2000 of my pillows everywhere. My face dropped. She grinned wider.
"Hey Lina..."
"Hi Daisy."
Quick as lightening, a pillow shot into my face. I fell back onto my desk and grabbed it with one hand. I grabbed my chest with my other hand. I yelled, "I've been shot!" I quickly recovered from my battle wound and ran full speed at Daisy. We both fell onto the bed. We laughed louder than the music which was all the way up. I heard what seemed to be a knock on my door and a muffled sound from the other side. I didn't think anything of it since it only lasted a minute. I just continued stuffing my face with cookies and suffocating Daisy with my other pillows while trying to dodge her pillow punches. The night continued on like that. Pillows, music, and cookies.
