Swept Away

Chapter 7

~unedited~

I was deep into a dream when when Charlotte's ringtone sang out, penatrating my dream bubble and pulling me back to reality. The reality of my throbbing head and the early morning light streaming through my shades. 

I stuck one hand out of my warm, sleepy cocoon and gropped around for my phone, knocking some items off of my nightstand in the process.

"Hullo?" I croaked.

"Oh my God Kennedy! Finally, oh God oh God oh God," her frantic words were merging into one. What was going on?

"Where did you go last night? I thought you got kidnapped, and-- and, date rape! I literally looked all over the dang place for you, which was hard cause-- admitedly-- I was a tad tipsy and I'm gonna kill you! Unless-- oh my GOSH. Unless someone already is you sound--

"I'm not dieing."

"Good," she heaved out a breath of relief that was so strong I'm surprised it didn't ruffle my hair. I could just picture her shoulders sagging with it. Then she'd take a deep breath, and in three... two.. one-- "I left you like a gazillion and fifty voicemails and text messages! I..."

I pulled the phone away from my ear, my movements still lathargic with residual sleep. She was right. I had twenty four missed calls and thirty seven texts. Whoops.

"Where are you anyway? I was about to file a missing persons report down at the priesent for crying out loud."

"Home."

"Ke--

"Some stuff happened and I bailed. I swear I tried to call you, but you wouldn't answer," I related as I shifted from lying on my stomach to on my back.

"And by stuff you mean running into Zion don't you?"

I hesitated, "Uh."

I could almost hear her eyes roll, "I saw him, Kenz."

"Look, sorry if I ruined your night or anything," I tried to veer away from the topic of this whole situation before she asked me how I got home or something. I didn't want to have to lie to her in anyway, even if it was simply by deception, or ommision. I hated lieing to my best friend.

"Nah, don't feel bad, cause I now a way you can make it up to me."

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Two hours later I was walking-- limping-- out of the most grueling spin class ever, having just made it up to Charlotte. My legs had felt like jelly as soon as I hopped off the spinner, and now they felt like solid led. Being sore was gonna be a fun time...

"I need food," I goraned as I slid between the steering wheel and the seat.

From her place in the passenger seat she replied, "I hear ya."

"Well," putting her cutesy bug into drive I asked, "what are we feeling?"

"How 'bout something healthy? Like a salad, or a low-fat smoothie or something?"

She rolled her head on the headrest to meet my glance. We held eyecontact for exactly six seconds before we lost our composure and completely disolved into a fit of giggles.

Once we finally caught out breath, I suggested brunch at Dina Dayz Diner in town. 

The diner that we all called Dina's was tucked inbetween the laudromat and Frankie's Furniture. We lived in a relatively small town, meaning everything you needed from any store was located on one road, that was so originally named Main Street. Being a town as small as ours, there wasn't a chain store for miles, which transalated to all the privately owned stores having tacky alliteration like names. I guess that added to our charm.