"What the hell took you so long? I'm literally dying of starvation!" Elsie's voice is the first thing I hear as I open the door.
"Shut up, I brought pot noodles. And I have some great news!" I plop the bag into the kitchen island and turn to Elsie.
"Before you even think of starting, you better boil that kettle, girl." She interrupts with a fake intimidating look on her face. I flick the switch for the kettle and turn back to her.
"You know Layton? My best-friend from when I was 11?" I smile widely.
"You saw him??" She sequels.
"No! I'm not that lucky! I saw a lady who knew him and his mother and I'm meeting her on Saturday and she's going to give me his number and she's going to see him and don't get your hopes up! It may not be him but I'm being hopeful and ugh. But I'm going to meet with Effie and it's going to be great. She's going to say if it was him and I'm so excited!" I jump up and down but Elsie's smile drops and her eyes narrow.
"You're going to meet with some strange old lady that claims to know your best friend?" She questions.
"Well now you've said it like that it sounds creepy but Effie is so lovely and she wouldn't hurt a fly!" I retort.
"Heh, she probably kidnaps them and saves them for dinner!" Elsie laughs.
"El!" I join her laughing as the kettle pops and we both start settling to eat our food.
We take the food upstairs and flop into my window seat,admiring the job we've done so far on our project.
"What colour paint did you get?" Elsie looks at me after taking a large mouthful of noodles.
"Behind the stars. It's a very pretty dark blue and I brought silver and gold paint pens to draw the constellations after the model is stuck onto it." I smile and pull up the paint tin and admire the colour.
"Zo, you finishing your food? You haven't eaten much." Elsie asked as she looks at my pot noodle just sitting on the ledge.
"I still don't feel 100% from the other day. Have it, if you want." I smile and try to hide the fact that I was truly starving.
"Okay? But you need to eat, you'll get sick." She argues but picks up my food and takes a mouthful.
I move onto the floor and begin laying out a few layers of newspapers to cover my carpet from the dark paint. I lay the massive sheet of card over the paper and pop the lid of the paint off. I wander into my dads room and pick up 2 paint brushes and bring them back into my room and dip my one into the paint. Immediately, the card turns a deep colour that reminds me of the November night sky when me and Layton lied under the stars. I smile to myself as I realise that might get to happen again. I pull the brush toward me and the wet paint runs in all different directions. It isn't long before Elsie joins me and we are giggling away whilst our brushes dance on a dance floor of blue.
After an hour of painting and waiting for paint to dry, me and Elsie finally get up to wash the paint off of our hands. I let her use my bathroom and I take a wonder over to Lesley's very small en suit that only consisted of a toilet and small sink. I look into the mirror cabinet above the sink to see if I can find any hand wash but instead I see myself looking at a pregnancy test. I quickly wash my hands and scrub them until they're red raw and run back into my room. Elsie cannot know about this because she will tell Dallas then Dallas will tell the rest of the football team.
Lesley might be pregnant.
My sister! My big sister! I may become an aunt!
My heart soars but I calm myself before Elsie walks back in. I pull out the paint pens and with the silver I draw a few constellations whilst Elsie labels them with the gold. After a while, we stand back and admire our work. We put Elsie's model in front of the background and stick it to it. My notes are in a pile next to it.
I hear a breath of relief from Elsie and I smile and roll my eyes.
"If we don't get an A, I am going to cry." Elsie falls onto my bed and curls up.
"El, it's great, at least a C." I joke and she replies in a agitated sigh.
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