We stumble into Tilly's room laughing. We had just accompanied her parents and brother for spaghetti bolognase. Tilly had managed to swing her long piece of spaghetti onto her brothers face. Which served her a disgusted look, that got a meatball sent her way. Except it missed...
"Did you see my mothers face! She didn't know what hit her!" Tilly said, pulling a similar face like her mothers. It created more laughter that tickled that bottom of my stomach. Like a volcano I let loose as sound rings every where.
While discussing the night, we both slip into comfortable pyjamas. It soothed me, as it hugged my body and lightly cooled me down.
"We'll time for gossip session!" Tilly announces.
"Welcome to 'Talk with Tilly'" Tilly mimes the crowd cheering. "Today on the couch we have Kayla!" She sends me her dazzling smile. "Hiya! What's brought you to our splendid show today?"
"We'll thats a tough one. Either your mother and brother chasing us up the stairs, or the fact you dragged me here along in the first place." I play along.
"So tell me, one word... Oliver. We want all the goss! Dates, kisses, arrangements and feelings?" She raises her eyebrow questionably.
That's when I basically spilled all my secrets to my best friend Tilly. I let it all out. And for once, it felt good.
"Girl, I love you and everything. But this is your first boyfriend, take it slow. While gaining someone, don't loose yourself." She says in a victorious manner, as if she just deliver the worlds best pep talk. "Your not the one for taking risks either."
"What's that's supposed to mean?" I stop giggling.
"I'm not trying to offend. But this is your final year, it's time!" She gives me a hopeful smile.
"Yes mam!" I say saluting her. We just giggle until we finally drift off to sleep.
Just one thing kept ringing through my mind.
Am I really not spontaneous?
Authors Note
I apologise about how small this chapter is. But I am having a writers block at this moment. Please best with. Hope you are enjoying this book! Make sure to comment so I know what you think.
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