First Love (David & Liza)

Chapter 38, part 1

December 30th, 2015 / Wednesday

Today is the second day I'm alone at home since David left on Monday to see his grandmother in Chicago and apparently I'm already losing my mind. I've spended all day yesterday cleaning. Cleaning!  Surprisingly, I found that the whole process is pretty helpful with distracting me for a while from all the horrible thoughts that inevitably fly aimlessly in my head, causing nothing but a huge mess and a severe headache in the end. And after the long hours of scrubbing, mopping and dusting the result was more than incredible. Every room in the house is now so clean and tidied up that it feels like I'm living in some kind of stylish home magazine.

But cleaning the whole houseobviously wasn't enough and today I decided to do all the homeworks I have, so I can begin the new year having a good time with my friends and not bothering about doing paperwork in the last minute. And I have to admit that once I started I was on a roll. All the homeworks on Algebra, Calculus, Spanish, English Literature are now resting peacefully on my desk in a neat pile. Of course I left the hardest for last - an European History essay on the Jews and Jypsy genocide in World War II. Let me tell you, that's not exactly the greatest topic to think about over the holidays, because instead of feeling happy and relaxed, right now I feel completely exhausted. Along with the pain in my already stiff right hand, now my head is throbbing and by the weird sounds my stomach makes, I'm in desperate need of food. I haven't eated since lunch and now it's 7:30 in the evening. I read the essay one more time and lean back on the chair, smiling and satisfied with the final result. Just on cue my phone burps a message.

"Grandma is feeling better. Flying back tomorrow afternoon. Can't wait to see you at the party."  

The smile on my face grows bigger as I reply. He's so far away and he still manages to make the butterflies in my stomach dance like crazy. Or maybe they're playing around with the hunger? I make my way downstairs to the kitchen, massaging my hand and debating between making a PBJ sandwich or a huge bowl of Froot Loops. No, both will be so much better! After I prepare the food, I decide to eat it in the living room while watching TV. And just as my flat buttocks touches the soft material of the sofa, the door bell rings. The door bell rings! Why? I let out a loud groan, puting the plate on the table and while I drag my feet towards the door I try to decide either to be nice and polite, because it's the holidays or to very violently kill the person, who is daring ruin my feast.

"What took you so long? You know I hate waiting!" As soon as I open the door Gabbie barges in, almost walking over me. My heart sinks when I see her heading to the living room and I quickly follow her. No, no, not my precious food! Do you know Joey from "Friends"? Well, it seems that I'm his long lost daughter, because Liza doesn't share food!

"Hello to you too, best friend, who could have just called instead of come and... No, why did you do that?" I cry when I see her sitting on the sofa with the remote in one hand and my sandwich in the other.

"Shut up! Zane is shopping for the party and somebody had to do all the other preparations. Guess who?" She takes a bite, her eyes glued to the screen. "I haven't eaten all day, I'm tired and my feet hurt. But, never mind..." She takes another bite and I feel the sudden urge to drown her in the bowl of Fruit Loops. "...I'm here to take you away. It's stupid to hide yourself from the world until your boyfriend gets back, so I decided that we're going to have some fun! You have exactly 10 minutes to pack a bag, because you're sleeping in my house tonight." She commands with a serious yet alittle muted voice because of the food in her mouth. The urge to kill her from a minute ago is completely gone by now and is replaced with a warm, happy feeling. To say that I have an amazing best friend would be the most gigantic understatement I could ever think of.