"So really, Pam invited me over," Ella said with a smirk while she lounged on my bed.
"Basically," I said from my window seat and watched her fiddle with my pillows. "She said it would 'help my mental state to have friends who can see my hobbies and empathize with them'." I made air quotes while I spoke.
Ella scanned my room. "Well I don't crochet," she noted, "or read, really." Her eyes came to rest on my desk. "You like cats, huh?" she said, seeing my cat-shaped paperweight.
My eyes widened to the size of tennis balls. "Yeah. I'm kind of a crazy cat lady," I said quickly, looking anywhere but at Ella. "What are you into? As far as hobbies, I mean."
Ella instantly forgot about the paperweight. "Monsters," she gushed, "Godzilla specifically, but really the whole franchise." Ella used her hands a lot when she talked about things she was passionate about, like her truck or Godzilla. It was a hugely endearing trait.
I stared at her skeptically. Since when are blonde chicks from Tennessee into Godzilla?
Ella looked suddenly uncomfortable from my confusion. She laid back on the large collection of pillows atop my bed and threw her arm over her eyes. Clearly, she was used to people not sharing her interests.
"Speaking of monsters," she began, "what are you wearing?"
My hands pressed into my knees, self-conscious. I didn't see anything wrong with my pajamas. Usually, I slept in a tee shirt, but I put on pj pants because I had company. Of course I would put on the Hello Kitty pajama pants.
"Hey, I like these. They're comfy," I said, mock offended.
Ella threw her hands up. "Oh, I'm sure they are! Flannel kitties always make me feel at ease." She winked.
I blushed and stared at her shoes, which were dangling off the edge of my bed. Ella had a thing for Converse. I, personally, could never understand having a favorite pair of shoes. Shoes are great. All of them. Unless they're on my quilt.
"Hey girl," I said in my best seductive voice, "nice shoes. Wanna get them off my bed?" I winked.
Ella smothered a smile. "Funny. Usually I'm asked to get into someone's bed," she teased, sliding her knees to the edge of the bed.
"Lucky for you, I'm not the type to take advantage of this being my house," I said, a smile curling my lips.
She feigned a serious tone and leaned towards me. "Oh, aren't you?" she said, and her eyes narrowed a near imperceptible distance.
"I MADE COOKIES," Pam said suddenly, bursting through the door with a tray.
Ella and I made a face at each other. How long was she listening?
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A Second Chance At Life
Teen FictionLacey never wanted any life that didn't revolve around her, until her sister moves her out of state to drop her smack in the past she'd rather not dwell on.
