Coincidentally By Chance

Chapter 4

I stretched my arms outward, placing the nearly empty bowl on the coffee table, along with the other 4 bowls. Laelah and I had gotten home almost 4 or 5 hours ago, and we used the time to do some catching up and movie watching. We'd each ended up eating a bowl of chocolate chips and another one filled with ice cream, and between the two of us, we chomped through 4 bags of popcorn. 

Oh yes, classy.

We watched the first and second original Spiderman movies, and were planning to watch the third, but we stopped to have a bit of a chat. We had hardly even stopped blabbing since I walked out of the airplane terminal. Through dinner, in the car, walking through her apartment building, while making another meal (I think we may be pigs...), during the movies, and in between them, I'm surprised we have words left to say.

"So then anyway, when I told her that, she got really angry, and oh, you should've seen the look on her face at that moment- priceless. Then I stood up, grabbed the cake-"

"The whole thing?" I interrupted.

She nodded, a smile growing, "And I smashed it straight into her make-up covered face. It was up her nose, in her mouth, hair, and eyes, along with down her dress and inside her ears somehow- but I don't really know how that happened. Then, she went into an angry fit and we litterally started a food war."

"How bad was it?"

"Insane. We got in so much trouble, we got kicked right out! Then she huffed off and I almost peed myself laughing, her dress was ripped and the original pink colour was now stained with assorted liquids and sauces, it was amazing."

I smiled. It's moments like this that I miss about my family. 

Well, sometimes, that is.

"So, how are you liking London so far?" She questioned, scooting closer on the sofa.

"I think it's really nice, very cute and there's tons of people and sounds all the time, reminds me of New York a bit." I stated. 

And as if on cue, a police car went flying down the road, sirens blaring and lights flashing, lighting up the dimmed room.

"Anything you want to see before you go?"

"Basic tourist stuff: The Big Ben, the London Eye, cute little corner stores, some sort of important historic sight or location, I suppose. And maybe check out Manchester and some place in Ireland if I get the chance."

"Why Manchester?"

I thought about it, I don't think I really have an answer, actually. So I shrugged.

"It's another big city, maybe it's got something worth seeing that I don't know about."

She nodded, probably thinking of something to do there.

"And Ireland?"

"This is going to sound ridiculous, but I promised my dad I would. He kept messing with me and every time I tried talking to him during the week before I left, he put his answer into an Irish accent. So, I ended up making a deal with him that if he stopped, I'd go to Ireland, drink at a pub-which will be my first legal drink- and take a photo with an Irish ginger." I smiled.

"Wait, did you say legal? Have you been drinking underage?!" She had a playfully-angry tone, I knew she didn't really care, but she was interested.

"Well I mean, my dad let me have a few beers in Florida-not in front of people of course- but I've never gotten, like, drunk or anything of the sorts."

She gasped dramatically, placing a hand to her heart, faking surprise, "Kaitlyn Parker, I'm surprised at you!"

"I'm full of surprises I guess," I laughed.