Chapter 7

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As I walk in the house I immediately smell my favorite.
"Hmmm spaghetti", I murmur. Lila follows me to the kitchen.
"Charlie this is my best friend Lila she has a beach-house nearby. Lila this is Charlie", I introduce the two.
"Hey nice to meet you Lila", Charlie smiles looking up from whatever he's doing.
"Likewise Mr Sanchez", Lila says smiling.
"Oh dinner will be ready in ten more minuets, you can go wash up until then",he says.
"Aiite peace out", I shout as I begin to pull Lila upstairs.

"Nice room. Dark. Like you're soul", Lila comments while sitting on my bed and looking around.
"Hey that's what I thought", I say playfully.
When I came up here my suitcases were not on my bed like I left them earlier. I wonder where they were then an instinct told me to go towards the closet. When I stepped inside there they where all organized.

I decide to change into something a bit more comfortable. A white shorts with panda on it and a big black t-shirt. Comfy.

Soon it was time for dinner so we head downstairs. Dinner was good. I didn't know Charlie could cook like this. Only Mom knew how I liked my spaghetti. 'Not anymore', my subconscious says. Bah, anyone can make spaghetti no big deal. I wouldn't dare tell him this was good. So I ate like it was just 'normal' food.

"How's it?", he asks out of nowhere staring at me.
"It's....okay", I lie. It was freaking awesome. Ha he'll never know. Lila and dad made small talk.
"By the way I'm going to a party tonight with Lila", I decide to inform Charlie.
"Oh alright. What time will you be back?", he asks.
'Never you punk!", this lovelies, was what I wanted to say but instead I said
"I'll be staying with Lila tonight, I'll call you when I reach in", I say.
"Okay be careful".
Like. You. Care.

After dinner we head back upstairs and Lila begins to help me find an outfit.

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