I really hope that she's okay. Sophia had definitely seemed off today, but maybe that was just because she was sick. I wish I'd stayed with her, we could've made a fun day out of it, but instead she was all alone. The items that were actually good quality were way too expensive, so I had to settle on food from a not so reputable source. Hopefully she doesn't notice. I'm glad Grace told me about the whole care package thing, I'm sure it would be a step in the right direction when it came to being sick. I hadn't gotten her any medicine, but it's not like I needed to with her parents keeping their medicine cabinet fully stocked. If I ever needed some extra cash I could always sell those.
I had bought a large basket to put all of the items in, but it was hard to arrange them just right. After switching a box of cookies with the hello kitty bandaids (for decorative purposes only), it was just how I had imagined it. "Grace come look at this" a triumphant grin causing my face to look more like the cheshire cat than a human being. I looked up after a few seconds to see her engaged in a staring contest with Miss Angela, a frail, bitter old woman in her 70's who made it her personal duty to know every happenstance in Ravenswood court.
I had a run in with her a few years before when I tried to surprise Sophia on her birthday by making her breakfast. It was incredibly early in the morning, for I was a terrible at cooking and it took me almost double the time on every recipe to get the same result as the average person, so I wanted to get a head start. She had apparently seen me go up the driveway and thinking I was a robber followed me. As I was bending down to get the key out from under the fake rock every house seems to have nowadays, she started hitting me with a broom. It took 10 minutes for her to calm down enough so that I could tell her why I was there, but by then she had made such a racket, Sophia was already awake.
Snapping out of my jog down memory lane, I glance back up at Grace, "Don't look her in the eye, she can smell fear". Confusion was the most prominent emotion on her face as I grabbed her hand and dragged her towards my masterpiece. "Tada! Do you like it?" She inspected the basket for a few seconds before nodding her head in approval a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "You did a really great job, but maybe we should give it her another time, so she has time to sleep and recover for a little bit". She looked at my face reassuringly. Why would we wait? Sophia isn't that sick. Is she? "She seemed not too bad this morning and I'm sure she wouldn't mind if she woke up to this" I say pointing to the basket I had spent 20 minutes constructing. There is too much conflict happening right now.
"Maybe you're right. How about we go see a movie and come back after to see how she is." I offer knowing that Grace would accept any suggestion I made. Why is she so desperate to leave or not have me go inside? Maybe she came up with the idea of the basket so that Sophia would have time to herself, but she wouldn't want that unless...Before I could stop myself I blurt out "Is Sophia with a guy?". I see Grace struggle with my question, before she visibly relaxes, "Yeah, she didn't want to tell you because she knows you're still sensitive about the whole Peter situation". I'm glad I have such a considerate best friend. "You know, this is one of the major reasons I love Sophia, but in the meantime she deserves to have some fun". At least one of us is getting a hot piece of ass.
I climbed back into the car along with Grace. She reached for the dial of the radio, putting it on max volume. I threw a questioning look her direction before backing out of the driveway, aiming for the street, as I was doing this, she rolled down her window yelling at the old lady in the lawn chair across the street, "Fuck you, Angela". I shook my head as laughter shook my body. I love my friends.
A/N the last chapter was shit so here's another one that might only be a little bit better....Did you notice the lengths of the chapters are slowly getting longer?
