Off The Ice

Chapter 19

Three days. It's been three days since I last talked to Harry. It's Saturday afternoon. I finished practice nearly an hour ago. Chelsea texted me to inform me that she's kidnapping me at 5:30 and her, Addie, and myself are going to have a sleepover at her house so I can explain what happened in detail. They know the gist of what happened, but not the full story. The only thing they know is that Harry and I had a fight and are no longer speaking.

I decide to get things together for the kidnapping and pack a small bag full of my possessions. By the time I finish getting everything I need in the bag, my phone bloops with information telling me they're here. I go downstairs and yell to my parents that I'm leaving before exiting my house. I run down the yard to Addie's car and slide in the back seat. We have a mindless jam session to The Cheetah Girls through Chelsea's phone on the way to her house.

Chelsea pulls into the half-circle driveway in front of her parents' house. Her dad is Chief of Surgery at some hospital nearby and her mom teaches an advanced fiction writing class at EIU. They have a pretty nice house, around the quality of mine but with two more bedrooms. Chelsea has three siblings; two brothers and an older sister but her older sister goes to EIU and lives on campus. Her two brothers are twins who are sophomores in high school now. They go to the high school that the girls go to, where I used to go. 

We walk into the house and go straight up the stairs to Chelsea's bedroom. Her dad is most likely at work and her mom is probably in the study working. We hear video games coming from the game room upstairs and roll our eyes as we pass by. "I'm home dweebs, stop being lame long enough to say hi." She says, messing with their hair. They swat her away and say nothing as we proceed down the large hallway to her bedroom. 

Her room has vintage furniture around it. It looks like furniture you would find in old Victorian homes, or in the Supernatural expansion pack to Sims. She has a king-sized bed in the middle of the far wall, just beneath her almost wall-sized window. She has a matching vanity on the right wall and other pieces of furniture around the room to match. A bookshelf, four chairs, a desk, a TV. 

A lot of times she doesn't like to have people over because she claims her stuff and her house is too flashy, like people will think she's a spoiled brat if they see all of the privileges she has. It took her nearly three months before she invited us over in the 3rd grade when we all met and it took her almost six months, like Adeline, to invite Cory over for the first time after they met freshman year. Or in Adeline's case, Carson in sophomore year.

Literally all Cory did when he came here for the first time was ask if he could have a glass of water. He didn't want to try out their fancy furniture or go in the game room, he literally asked for a drink of water, and then to go up to Chelsea's room so they could watch a movie. He didn't care, and neither did we, or Carson. 

My friends are both stupid. They think that if people see how they live then they will automatically judge them negatively when in all reality, the people that love them don't care. Our group doesn't care where the others come from. We just like being around each other, no matter where we are or whose house we're at.

Sometimes Addie thinks we hate going to her house because she thinks it's like a leap down from how we live but we always tell her we don't care. Sure this stuff is great, but there's nothing wrong with the way she lives, regardless of what she thinks or not.

They both like to say I'm the calm medium; I have a moderately-sized house with decent furniture and appliances and things. My bedroom and living room are pretty typical, nothing fancy. They agree my house is the best which is completely stupid in my opinion.

Once Chelsea closes her bedroom door behind her, Addie drags me back and throws me on the bed. "Spill." She says.

"About what?"