Firsts

First Sleepover

Sitting in a beanbag in yoga pants and a baggy t-shirt from the emergency kit I keep at Julia's house, I've never been more comfortable. I have to admit, one of her crazy ideas actually paid off. It wasn't completely ridiculous to keep a bag of clothes at each other's house. We're binge watching Netflix. Julia has just introduced me to one of her favorite shows, Glee. It's actually pretty good. Ever since joining the real world, I've found out how truly wonderful Netflix can be. 

This show is about a dorky, self absorbed girl who, despite all her flaws, can really sing. She's in this Glee Club that's trying to survive with barely enough members that is constantly being attacked by some cheerleading coach who is absolutely hilarious. She has this hopeless crush on a boy who's involved with someone else. He's popular, but also really nice. Although, it looks like she might get her wish because the nice guy's girlfriend is pregnant, but he doesn't know that it's not his kid. 

We're alternating between that and Doctor Who, my new favorite show, thanks to Annabelle. She knows I'm here, but all she's told her mom is that I'm with one of my friends. She's actually turned out to be a great ally. We really are like sisters. 

It's about eight right now. Julia and I spent earlier in the day jumping on her trampoline and walking her dog, Teddy. He's a cocker spaniel. He's absolutely adorable. We also tried to play soccer. She was actually pretty good. However, I was only a little shy of horrible. It was a good laugh, though. Then, we had chicken salad sandwiches and grapes for dinner. 

Right now, we're eating strawberries and mango. That's one of the things I love most about Wood house. They always have fresh fruits. I pop a strawberry in my mouth as Rachel Berry, the girl on glee, holds out the last note at sectionals, completely content. 

After about two hours of Netflix, I get a text. It's Ashton. I smile when I read that he loved hanging out today, but wants to take me on a proper date Tuesday night at his uncle's restaurant. Julia eyes me suspiciously, and I hold my phone closer to my body, texting back Sounds great! with a heart eyed emoji. With absolutely no warning, Julia pounces, trying to pry the phone out of my hand. I just give up and let her have it. Better now than while I'm asleep, so I can monitor what she does. 

Julia reads my text conversation with Ashton, starting all the way at the beginning, her smirk growing as she gets into more recent, flirty conversations. At one point, she laughs, which prompts a dirty look from me. She only rolls her eyes and keeps reading. When she gets to the end, I hold out my hand, giving her an expectant look. She sighs, handing me the phone. Then, she explodes.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so excited for Tuesday! We're going to have to do our homework early, or possible stay up super late and do it, and I'm going to have to do your makeup! Oh! I've got this great new look I've been wanting to try on you!"

I laugh. Julia shakes with excitement, the splitting image of what I would imagine would be a hyperactive dog on a sugar high. I resist the urge to laugh at her, knowing it would only prompt another round of reading my text messages. 

"I haven't been this excited since the season finale of Scream Queens!" Julia shouts.

"What's Scream Queens?" I ask, half hoping for another show to get addicted to, half screaming at my other half to shut up, I already have too many Netflix series addictions.

"It's this really awesome show where people get murdered and stuff!"

Julia whips out her laptop and pulls up Fox.com. At least it's not a Netflix show. She logs into her account and clicks on the first episode. I begin to watch. This bratty rich girl, Chanel dips the sorority cook's face into the deep fryer as a prank, not knowing that the fryer was on. The skin peels and drips down. The cook, Ms. Bean's face is red and splotchy, her entire face pretty much melted off. I lean back, screwing up my face. Julia only laughs. 

We watch about the first four episodes. My favorite character is Denise Hemphill. She's this cop that's supposed to protect the girls, but she's really bad at her job. She's also really hilarious. And, there's this girl that looks just like Julia, Hester, who's probably my third favorite character, after Chanel. 

I eventually fall asleep at around three in the morning, after Julia and I groggily make a plan to head to Starbucks the next day for some much needed caffeine. 

The next morning, I wake up to find Pumpkin licking the fruit plate. I groan and roll over, but sit up, startled, when I see Julia turn and look at me, smiling. I check my phone. 

"Julia! It's only nine in the morning! How early were you up?"

"I've been up since seven!" Julia answers perkily. "I just was watching Netflix. Ready for Starbucks?"

I nod sleepily, stand up, stretch, and yawn. Julia takes one look at my baggy sweats and tells me to change, but I honestly don't care what I look like. If me in sweatpants at Starbucks at nine thirty bothers people, that's not my problem. Julia scoffs at my decision, but doesn't prod any further. We move downstairs, tell her mother we're going out, and get back into the old red chevy. Julia grimaces when the car roars to life. 

"Why couldn't dad have gotten me the new car?" she complains. "I have a reputation, too."

I just shrug it off, grabbing my money. 

"Suck it up, Julia. It's just a car."

"You only say that because you haven't got one!" She retaliates, jokingly. 

"Ok, whatever. Let's just go get coffee."

We pull out onto the street. 

"You're gonna need some nicer clothes," Julia remarks. "Unless you wanna go home. We're going to church."

I shrug. Church doesn't sound that bad. Plus, I want to put off facing Mrs. Barnes as long as possible.