Neighbor (ON HOLD)

Thirteen

Semi-edited

I opened my eyes to see a pink ceiling-- A pink ceiling?

Dude, that's to much. Close your eyes. The sight is giving me a headache.

No doubt. I closed my eyes again then turned over on my side, falling back asleep. Not even seconds later:

Maybe we can be each other's company, oh company. Maybe we can be, be each other's company.

And he kept repeating the lyrics over and over again.

"Come on, Jen!" Aimee shouted in my ear. "Wake up." All I did was cover my ears with a pillow.

"Turn it off." I pouted.

"Turn what off?" I pointed from underneath the pillow to whatever was singing. Aimee followed my direction. She reached over and took hold of her phone and the music stopped.

"This?"

I threw the pillow and covers off me as I sat up. "Yes! Oh, my God!" I threw my hands over my face and I flopped back down on the comforter. "Thank you."

"What? You don't like Justin Bieber?" She asked as she sat on her bed next to me.

"Sometimes I wish I never went to school with him."

Aimee rose her eyebrow. "Okay, you lost me there."

I sighed. "I lost myself."

"Hey..." She slapped my thigh. "Did you have a bad dream or something? Come on." She grabbed my arm and made me sit up and as she did, she rose and made me stand up. Having morning laziness, I let her hold all my weight. "Jennipher? Really...?" She grunted. I nodded against her shoulder. "Okay." Slowly, but carefully, she lowered me to the carpet and left me there to go to the closet. "Well, you lay there, I'll pick out our outfits!"

I rose a finger in the air from where I laid. "Please, nothing attractive."

She looked at me, peeking around the closet frame. She scowled at me. "Like you don't wear attractive stuff all the time." Her head disappeared.

"But it's not jaw dropping.." I answered, awkwardly. Aimee cackled.

"I love you, Jenni." I knew she ignored me. I sat up, slowly, sighing.

"Am, please?" I groaned, pouting.

"It's to late to protest now. I got our outfits all set up."

"I take my laziness back." I tried.

"Nope." She squealed. "Ooh, this outfit is gonna look great on you."

Before I could see what she picked out, I rose, hurried back the bed and hid myself under the covers. No way was I dressing up Aimee style. Nah-uh.

"Hm, I wonder where Jenni went." She cooed.

"She went home." I mumbled from under the covers. I heard her gasp.

"Aw." Aimee hummed. "Has my imaginary friend come back?" An imaginary friend?

No way!