The Story of Us-Best Friends...and It's How It Will End

2015. NOVEMBER. 6. NIGHT.

Again, most of you guys probably won't understand all these inside jokes...I mean if you did, you're probably illuminati or something. So, again, don't blame me if you don't understand. This was meant for Cherry (and some parts Jessie).

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2015. NOVEMBER. 6. NIGHT.

"Good night."

"Sleep tight."

"Don't let the bed bugs bite."

"Sweet dreams."

"K, night."

"Sleep tight."

"Don't let the bed bugs bite."

"Sweet dreams."

"Good night."

"Sleep tight."

"Don't let the bed bugs bite."

"Sweet dreams."

"K, stop!"

We laughed. This was how our nighttime chats went. Actually no, you wish. This, is how our nighttime chats went:

"Cherry?"

"Yeah?"

"What happened during the past two days?"

"Oh my God, asterisk face-palm asterisk. Remind me, what's wrong with you again?"

"Everything."

"Oh, right."

Silence.

"But still, what happened?"

"Well, we arrived at this place, got this thing from this person, and got driven cray-cray by another, and that's you." She glanced over at me and smiled sweetly.

I raised my eyebrows at her.

"Oh alright fine. We arrived at the train station, got Starbucks by courtesy of Marco, sat on the train through three hours playing our 'Guess Which Song' game, spent like two hours checking into the hotel, slept at the hotel, woke up, ate breakfast underneath portraits of naked people—no stop laughing—arrived at GuLangYu Island on the crowded ship, tried finding our way to McDonalds, found this really cool vintage shop instead, found items for Racen's birthday present, spent like an hour picking bookmarks and bargaining but only got a free 1RMB bag (that we left behind in the hotel), finally found McDonalds, stole only 30 from Marco when we could have taken 300, took Marco's classic sunglasses, sang 'Run Joey Run' and applied it to everyone including Mr. Aebischer, got back to the hotel and got changed, arrived at XIS, saw 'Be the Change' thing, heard the 'Man in the Mirror' song, went to our conferences, and I don't know about the rest of your day."

"Ok, thanks, but you forgot the cheek-pinching. That offered much amusement."

"Right, that. Oh, how I hate Marco for influencing you."

"Yep, blame him, because everyone blames someone other than me."

Silence.

"You excited for tomorrow?"

"Positive."

"Yeah?

"Yeah." We both sighed in anticipation, staring up at the ceiling. I turned in my blankets to face her, and she turned to face me.