The Melody Of Us

holy shit

It's Sunday and I'm still worked up with the sleep shutting down my entire body.

My hair is a bird's nest and my grandma's quilt is cocooned around my petite body.

The sunlight is battling with the curtains that are shielding my poor self from the intensity. Thank God they're thick enough to not let the light penetrate them.

Groaning, I turn in my bed, refusing to open my eyes.

Just when the sadistic sleep decides to spare me the pain of waking up, my bedroom door bursts open.

I jolt up, throwing the quilt away, only to be welcomed by a very pleased and chirpy Heather.

Rolling my eyes, I fall back down, my head making a quick contact with the most comfortable pillow of all times.

I don't know what's gotten into my best friend this very morning. For her own good and my utmost displeasure, she blasts my music player with extremely loud songs.

Do you wanna know what is the worst thing about this whole fiasco?

She starts singing along!

And trust me for the best. When I say singing, I mean screeching at the top of one's voice. That's what singing is to Heather Winston.

Groaning, I shoot up and throw a pillow at her, which she dodges quite easily.

Is it only me who sucks at quick reflexes?

"Heather Winston! Do you really have a death wish?!" I shout over the loud music.

Where's my dad?!

"Get your fat ass out of the bed, sleeping beauty! We're going shopping!" She squeals.

"I'm not going anywhere! Did I make it clear or should I elaborate?"

"Come on, Liana! It's Sunday! Let's have fun!"

"For you, having fun equals trying every piece of shitty clothing they sell in that freaky junkyard for a mall!"

"When was the last time you shopped for some of your belongings?" She frowns, sitting down cross legged on the floor. I really don't know why she prefers to sit there instead of the bed.

"I don't remember. Why?" I answer.

"Well, that explains a lot. Come on! Get up!" She literally bangs her fists on the floor.

"Heath, you know very well that I don't feel like going out."

"But you have to! Maybe he's not seen your mail yet."

"It's been twelve days since I sent it, Heather. Twelve freaking days!"

"Liana. Please? Don't make me feel sorry for you coz you're the drama queen I grew up with. Don't do this to yourself. This is not the person I know."

I think over it for a while.

Maybe she's right.
Maybe he hasn't seen it yet.
Maybe I'm just over thinking.
And I definitely don't want anyone to feel sorry for me.

So, yeah.
I pass her a shallow grin and get my butt moving.
***

"How does it look?" Heather asks and I just stare at her. She's wearing a red and white crop top that says 'HAVE WHAT YOU WANT' and black skinny jeans.

She actually looks hot in that getup, but being the real me, I snort.

"Come on, Liana. I didn't bring you here for this, you know?" She says. Yeah, I've totally upset her.