I have to admit I was disappointed that Kendal left so soon. I really thought we had a moment. As I sat in my room and cried, (NOT), instead I pondered something: HOW COME FRENCH FRIES DIDN'T ORIGINATE FROM FRANCE? I didn't know. And I didn't really care either.
"Hey, L? Can you do me a favor?" Lily knocked on my door.
"It depends." I answered.
"Kendal forgot her pillow, will you drop it off at her house?" she asked.
"Will she be home?" I asked with interest.
"Yes, you creep. Now hurry up. You can take my car."
She threw her keys and the pillow at me, and the soft fluffy mass hit me right in the face. I took the time to smell it. She smelled like strawberries and and shampoo and everything that's beautiful and amazing.
I hopped into Lil's car with a grin on my face. Oh wait. Crap. What was her address? I jumped back out, still hugging the pillow because it was unbearable to part with that sweet smell.
"LILY, WHAT'S HER ADDRESS?" I shouted through the front door.
"I TEXTED IT TO YOU, YA DUMMY!" she shouted in return.
"OH, OKAY!"
I jumped back into the Durango and checked my messages. 1 message. I'M SO POPULAR! Her address was right there. I was actually going there... I felt my face go pink, but I quickly slapped myself. SNAP OUT OF IT BOY! YOU NEED TO DRIVE YOU LUNATIC. I typed the address into my GPS and the lady in the box led me to ma sweet Kendal's home. I pulled up in front of an average-looking two-story house and nervously hopped out of the car. I skipped/strode up the walkway to their red door. Reminds me of blood. I hoped her parents weren't here. Was that red paint made of the blood of the guys before me? My hands got sweaty and I took one last sniff of her pillow and knocked on the door. A tall lady in gray clothes answered.
"Hi, can I help you?" she eyed the pillow.
"Um... hi. Is Kendal here?" I asked like a little kid.
"Yes... she's in the shower."
"Oh. Um... do... you want me to come back later?"
"Well, why are you here?"
Awkward question.
"I came to talk to Kendal."
"Would you like to come in... ?"
"Sure..."
I walked into their house where it smelled like cookies. It was a modern-looking place with dark wooden floors and a leather sofa. Who I assumed was her mom gestured for me to sit in a chair next to the kitchen table.
"Oh, by the way, who are you?" she asked.
"I'm L."
"Like the letter?"
"Ya."
"Oh that's nice. I'm Jenny, Kendal's mom. Would you like a cookie?"
Oooohhh. Cookies. YUM.
"Yes please."
She held out a plate to me and my hand hovered over it for a few seconds before grabbing the biggest one. I was starting to eat it, when I heard the shower turn off. There was a few seconds before I heard the bathroom door open and so I patiently waited in my chair. Then, Kendal came out and said,
"Hey mom, have you washed any---?"
She immediately stopped talking when she saw me, looked down at her toweled-self and she turned bright red.
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Idiots At War
РазноеThis is the story of two teenage idiots who spend their days being dumb and trying to impress girls.
