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MOMENTS LIKE THESE
[ Michelle Holland's POV- ]
"So how was it?" Kemberly asks as I walk out of the building. The smell of the pancake batter hasn't left my nose yet and I feel like I'm gonna puke. "Why does it smell like pancake and elmer's glue?" She squints a disgusting face as she looks around.
"I don't want to talk about it." I groan slightly and with my stiff body, we walk side by side to my sisters beautiful Lamborghini.
"Why not?" She asks, searching for her car keys in her handbag. "And seriously, this smell is about to make me vomit."
"Maybe I like the smell of pancake batter mixed with glue." I say sarcastic. "They were suppose to prank their friend but I became the target by accident."
Kemberly then burst out of a fit of laughter and stumbles against her car. Trying to stay balanced on her high heels, she let's her laughter scream out of her body. "I already like them."
"Yeah, sure. Can we go home now, please?" I beg her and she nods. I jump into the passenger seat and buckle myself up, ready to end this miserable day.
"We shall go." Kemberly nods, hopping into the drivers seat next to me. As soon as she turns on the engine, she connects her phone with the car via bluetooth and blasts her special on the go playlist.
The ride back home was just like any other rides I had with my sister. It basically consists of us just turning up, singing along with the lyrics and sighing about our lives that we find completely horrible.
All though, Kemberly actually doesn't have a pretty bad life. She's a nurse, a very intelligent and social one. Her standard in her job is high, high enough to pay half of my part of the rent along with her part. In my eyes, Kemberly is the perfect daughter my parents always wanted to have. And she is, she is the best sister to ever grow up with.
"Kiddo." My eyes shoot towards my sister who's eyes are locked with the road. Both hands are on the black leather steering wheel while her heels make a soft noise every time she presses her foot down against the gaspedal.
"Sorry, I zoned out." I tell her. Without breaking her eyecontact with the road, she lowers down the volume until there's nothing more left than the sound of the whispers of the songs.
"I asked, what do you want to have for dinner tonight?" She repeats herself and I shrug.
"Isn't it Milan's turn to cook tonight?" A small smile thugs on our lips along with a smirk, knowing that our stomach will be feeling good tonight cause boi, that girl can cook!
"Oh, thank God!" She cheers as we finally pull up in our driveway. We both jump out of the car, all smiley and happy even though the smell of pancake batter got used in my nose that I don't even smell it anymore.
Racing to look who is the fastest, Kemberly takes off her heels and we both run towards the door of our apartment, my favorite place in the world. We share this apartment with two other amazing girls, Milan Driver and Jay McDowell and honestly, it feels like a sleep over every single day.
The beautiful aroma of our dinner food tickles both of our noses as we caught Milan in the kitchen. "Finally, y'all are home! These dicks ain't going to eat themselves." A sarcastic groan was heard from the living room where Jay was sitting there on the cough, switching the tv with a remote.
"Lasagna? Oh my, it feels like it's my birthday." Just as how you would imagine a small child being rewarded with candy, I smile to the table where Milan's famous Lasagna stands with four plates around it.
"Can I have the honor of saying that- screw that, everyone attack!" We all sit down on our seats and start putting the beautiful food on our plates.
It was moments like these that I love the most of every single day. We're practically family, us four ladies. We stick together and we stand strong together, something I'm very grateful for. My sister and two amazing friends, it couldn't be more better.
I met Milan through Kemberly, both Milan and Jayda actually. Our uncle once told us sisters that we should surround ourselves with positive people that will support your dreams and pushes you to your limits and Kemberly did. She found herself amazing friends, friends that'll last a lifetime. Milan is an amazing girl, a beautiful and caring, not to mention a good cook as well, friend. She pushes her brown locks behind her ear, pushing her glasses closer towards her eyes right after. "Hmm...should've put more cheese on it."
"No, Milan it's great!" Jayda practically moans as she rolls her eyes of delight when she takes a mouth full of lasagna. "It's like heaven on a plate." Jayda has always been a musical person. Wether it's three am in the morning or three pm in the afternoon, you'll catch her either singing or in her studio having a writing session. She is stunning though, tall and a pro in make-up.
"I agree with her, give me another scoop and make sure it's a big one!" I say, holding up my empty plate. "I think I should bring a package of this delicious lasagna when I'm off to an Island."
"Wait." Kemberly drops her fork. "You're going to an Island without us?" She asks, ready to get mad as she pushes the sleeves of her white cobert up.
"Calm down, Kems, it's not as cheering and happy as it sounds." I say, receiving the scoop from Milan.
"I'm pretty sure Island means sunning, swimminv, tanning, hot guys-"
"It's not, aight. I will be stuck with Pretty-something...Pretty Much on the Island where there is no wifi and we will get dirty together, as I quoted Simon." I groan and a wave of silence brushes on the table.
"Well that sucks." Milan says and I nod, sending a sad face.
"What did he meant with getting dirty together." Jayda speak, all out of the sudden and she starts giggling. "Kinky."
"Jayda NO!" I scream. "Don't go down there!"
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