17 Sundays

1. friday

"You know Josh, we could stay home and finish your lab report for chemistry but what's the fun in telling them what's gonna blow up instead of just experimenting ourselves?" I grin. I dove towards the bed and literally dog piled on top of Josh and heard his moan sing to my ears.

"C'mon Meeles, we gotta finish. We'll do something later, okay?" He plugs an ear bud in his ear and sticks his glasses back on and looks down to his paper.

I sat up on his back and huffed, "We never do anything!" I whine as I sprawled wide on his body. "It's not like I'm gonna hand in a blank lab report. I don't think a soon to be Princeton student would allow that." I got closer to his face, "Now would they Joshua." I say in a weird old man voice.

I hear him sigh in annoyance and he sits up really fast which causes me to fall to the floor, "Mila you got it all but please help me because I actually need to have an education if I want to go to college for baseball." He looks up at me and puts his lip in a pout.

"I'll just send you the answers to it later. I always do when you ask. I mean I learned those subjects before and they're pretty easy. I can teach you next time but I'm seriously dying of absolute BOREDOM right now. So come down stairs and make some pancakes with me." I jump back on the bed facing towards him, "Please??" I say to him.

He looks down to his paper and puts the other ear bud in and gives me the "are you kidding me you swine. I just told you I'm finishing this lab report before I do anything" look. I continue to stare at him, "Please Josh." I say louder. He doesn't budge. I gotta do what I gotta do. I yank the earbuds out and said it louder, "PLEASE JOSH!?"

"Shit Mila, okay! I will! You don't even have to ask anymore. I'm always forced into your shenanigans." He says while getting up from his spot and stretching out.

I walk towards my dresser and pull out the top drawer, "See? That wasn't so hard was it?" I grab the little bag of "greens" and stuff it in my bra for safety.

"Mila, by pancakes I thought you meant NORMAL ones. I don't want special pancakes. Not today kid." He says hugging me from behind which keeps me from reaching the door.

"Josh, I will sock you in the face you square. Now let go!!" I try and force my way out but once again, he will not budge.

"Normal pancakes." He says as he rests his head on mine and sways us back and forth like me trying to escape his grasp isn't bothering him.

"UGH OKAY FINE. YOU WIN." He let's go and holds his hand out. I reach my hand in my bra and drop it in his hand.

"There. I think you can go one day without tasting your greens." He stupidly smiles.

"Greens are considered vegetables. So basically it's good for you." Josh wasn't big on the weed part of our friendship. He was a great baseball player so he got drug tested a few times and also for living in a school like ours. Good education but man, do we have undercover rebellions.

He rolls his eyes and I grab his arm and dragged him out of the room. We rush down the stairs and stop once we hit the bottom. I look out the window to see the lights from other buildings and cars speeding down the street. I love this city. I flick the light switch on and lights of different colors turned and reaches every inch of the store; hopefully no one thinks we're open. The automatic lights turn on as Josh and I entered the kitchen. This wasn't anything new so we made ourselves at home and grabbed the pancake mix ingredients.

"So Miss Mila, how shall I serve you today?" Josh asks as he drops the mix onto the skillet.

"Hm Mr. Lake, I would love if you could add some orange juice to the side of my non-drugged pancakes."