The Girl with the Mismatched Converse

My Hero

"You look like crap."

"Thank you," I say to Scar as I step into her car. "It's nice to see you, too."

"You could say thanks for the ride. Your mother is going to kill me, as is mine," Scar says, pulling out of Christian's driveway. 

I roll my eyes. "I got the call." After a pause. "Well, thanks. You're my hero," I say sarcastically. 

"Well, you could have responded!" Scar yells, stopping the car suddenly. 

My head hits the dashboard, making my vision blurry. "What the hell was that for?" I yell back. 

"There was a deer," she mumbles, pointing to the little brown speck in the trees. Turning to me, "Are you okay?"

I let go of my pounding head, unaware I did so. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."

Our ride is spent in silence until Scar asks about my time in Christian's house. "So?"

"It was incredibly boring."

"But, you stayed home with the excuse of stomach flu," she whines. "That's something interesting."

"First of all," I hold up a finger. "Christian made me go bowli—"

"You went bowling," Scar says, her mouth open. "With Aiden, James—"

"Yes, I did. Get over it. Anyways, they made me go bowling, then dress in his sister's clothes, then play strip twister, in which they cheated to no end."

"You played strip twister?"

"Wrong details!" I yell, making her swerve out of the path of a car in the opposite lane. 

"Jeez! Don't yell at the driver," she scoffs, pulling into my driveway. "I'm spending the night and we are talking about every second at Christian Marsh's house."

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Scarlett keeps moving around the room, pulling pillows and blankets into a pile. She arranges them in a house-like manner, trying to keep them from falling over. 

"That's all we need," Scarlett says, standing over her pillow fort with her hands held out as if to keep the pillows in place using the force. 

I smirk and poke the top pillow, making everything fall into a big pile. 

"Laura!" A hand slaps the side of my head. "That took twenty minutes!"

"All the more reason to knock it down," I say, earning another smack to the head. "Besides, it's so much more comfortable when you lay in the pile!" I drop into the pillows, covering my legs with a Star Wars blanket. "Sit."

When Scar continues to stand there with her arms crossed, I pull her down on top of me, just as Brayden walks in. 

"Oooooh, pillow fight!" he yells, grabbing a pillow. 

"Go away, you jerk!" I yell, punching his side. "This is a sleepover for girls. Unless you grew some ovaries overnight, you are not invited!" I slam the door on his nose. 

"You go, girl! Now, details. Spill."

I sigh, then tell her everything that happened, stopping every few moments whenever she squeals. 

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After I told her everything, we ordered pizza and asked for homemade milkshakes made by my mother. Scarlett and I lounge in our pile of pillows, a WWP rerun on in the background. 

I take a bite of my cookie dough. "Do you think he likes me?"

"Who? Christian? Because, yes, yes I do."