Memories on Strings

Chapter 4

Chapter 4:

One of my next memories came later on at my house with Mallory and my other friend Olivia. It was a Friday afternoon and we were just hanging out when Mallory suggested we make some of her homemade lemonade. I was hesitant, but I agreed.

"Ok, Mal," I started, " what ingredients do we need?"

"We need lemon juice, a cup of sugar, and a cup of water," she replied, "and some ice in glasses to pour it over."

"Ok."

I got out all of the ingredients and Mallory proceeded in combining a cup of sugar and a cup of water, no wonder we were so hyper. She boiled them together and then poured the sugar water into the glasses. We added more water and lemon juice until the flavor was perfect.

"Yay! They are done!" Mallory exclaimed.

We drank our lemonades, which were surprisingly good and decided what to do next. Mallory always begged me to allow her to do my hair so we made a deal. Olivia and I could tickle Mallory for thirty seconds, she was extremely ticklish, and she could do my hair twice. Little did she know Olivia and I had an evil little plan.

I opened up a stopwatch app while Olivia pinned Mallory's feet down, because Mallory kicks in self defense when she is tickled a lot. I hit start and Olivia and I rapidly ticked Mallory while attempting to not get kicked in the face. All three of us were hysterically laughing, but Mallory was half crying from laughing so hard as well. On the timer reached thirty seconds, Olivia and I grinned at each other knowing what we were both thinking. We continued tickling Mallory for another thirty seconds fully aware of the consequences, but enjoying the moment.

"Guys!" Mallory shouted at us after we finally stopped, "That was one minute! I'm gonna kill you!"

"Well Mallory," I said calmly, " if you kill me you can't really do my hair."

"Fine," she replied obviously defeated.

I knelt down in front of Mallory because she was shorter than me while she started my hair in one of her amazing braids. Mallory is the best braided I know. She can braid anyone's hair, including her own, perfectly in many different kinds of braids. She started with a French braid which she took out after five minutes. Then she brushed through my hair again and put it into a side part. Then she did a waterfall braid, one of my favorites, across the left side of my head. After five minutes her masterpiece was finished and beautiful as always.

I admired her work in the mirror and then we finished our lemonades. A little later, Mallory and Olivia's parents arrived and we said goodbye.

We had created another memory to cherish forever, but at that same time that goodbye reminded me of the final goodbye we would be sharing in just a few months.