Across the hall

chapter 2

I woke up to the sound of pots banging and the smell of bacon. Mom? I sit up groggily check the time on my phone. 11:28. Well, at least it’s not that late I think to myself.

My head is pounding slightly and I soon discover a funny (by funny I mean disgusting) taste in my mouth and frown. Why am I such a mess? I didn’t even drink last night! Oh wait... where’s Rachel?

”MOOOOOOOM” I scream. “CHILDDDDDDDDDDDDDD” She screams back. My mother and I have a quite interesting relationship if you couldn’t tell… I stand up and walk to the kitchen and am greeted by the sight my mother dancing around in her pajamas and bunny slippers poring pancake batter, flipping bacon, frying eggs, and buttering toast simultaneously. I know, she’s amazing right? “Mmmmmm smells good” I tell her as a grab some water and take an aspirin. “I thought you guys might be a little slow this morning after going out last night” my mom explains.

 In Australia we can drink when we’re 18 and my mom is not oblivious to the amount of teenagers who are seemingly incapable of waiting another year or two to drink. Not including me of course, my mother trusts me – thankfully- she knows that it’s my decision not to drink before I’m 18.

“Thanks momma, I’m gonna go check on Rach real quick” I say kissing my mother on the cheek and skipping up the stairs, my headache now vanishing. Before I go into my room I stop in my bathroom and quickly brush the sour taste in my mouth away. I take a long look in the mirror and finally decide that I don’t look as bad as I thought. I think about just brushing my hair a bit and maybe throwing on some concealer to take away the dark bags under my eyes till I remember my original mission and head to my room.

 “Rachel?” I knock softly and open the door. I hear a loud, tired groan come from under a massive pile of blankets on my bed. “Come on Rach, my mom made us breakfast. Let’s go down and eat “I plead. “I feel like shit amber! Why did you let me drink so much??” she cries “hey, you brought this upon yourself but getting some food in your system will make you feel better, I promise. We have coffeeeeeeeee” I bribe, hoping that she will get up so I can go gorge myself on my mom’s delicious homemade pancakes. “Okay okay, just gimme a sec” Rach agrees. “Kay, see ya down there” I call, already half way down the hall. God I was starving! Did I even eat last night?

As soon as I get down stairs my mom hands me a plate piled high with pancakes, bacon, eggs, and toast. Delicious!! “Thank you mom! “I say I grab the bottle of syrup and drench everything on my plate except for my toast. I guess you could say that I enjoy a bit of sugar. I’m in the middle of stuffing my face with sticky goodness when I hear someone trudging down the stairs. I spin around on my swively stool, plate in hand and watch as Rachel walks towards the kitchen wrapped in a blanket with her hair a mess and a slight frown on her face.

“Good morning dear” my mom says cheerfully, handing her a plate just like mine and a cup of coffee. “Morning Mrs. Faye, thanks for the food” Rachel says quietly.

“Anytime dear, eat up, it will do you good.” She smiles. ‘So, how was the party? Anything interesting happen?” my mom asks excitedly. “Not really, but I did talk to that guy I worked with at the pool a couple of summers ago, remember Luke mom?

“You did what?!?!” Rachel exclaims, dropping her fork. “Oh my god!! Why didn’t you tell me?! I want alllllll the details!”

“Yeah I remember him” my mom says “I’m with Rachel, tell me more!! Oh, he was such a cute little boy” she leans on her elbows on the counter and pus her head in her palms, grinning at me.

“We didn’t talk about much really, we said Hi and talked about how we haven’t talked in a while and then his friend called him” I say, not mentioning how he called me cute, but they didn’t need to know that.

“That’s it?” Rachel asks with a confused face, I’m guessing she was expecting more. ”Yep, that’s it” I say, shifting in my seat and taking a bite of toast.

“Well, it’s a start. I remember when you guys worked together at the pool in eighth grade, I practically had to tear you two away from each other at the end of the day!” my mom laughs “it was adorable how close you were, too bad it didn’t last” she frowns sadly.

“Yeah… anyways, what do you wanna do today?” I ask, changing the subject.

“I’m gonna go get a mani-pedi with the girls in a bit. Hey, could you two clean up the kitchen after you’re done? I’m running a tad late “she answers, checking the clock on the wall.

“Of course! Thanks momma have fun” I call her as she hops up the stairs.

“Movie day?” I ask, turning to face Rachel on my stool. “Nah, Brent just texted me and asked if I wanted to go get some fro-yo this afternoon. But thanks though. Tell your mom I said thanks for the food, I’m gonna grab my stuff and head out” she announced, sliding off of her stool and bounding up the stairs, I guess she’s feeling better… and who the hell is Brent? Ugh whatever, he won’t matter in a week.

And with that I was alone to clean the massive mess from breakfast. Great.

I put my ipod on shuffle and get to work while humming along to Holiday by Green Day.

Even with the distraction of music and a gigantic mess to clean up, memories of Luke and I being so close just a few years ago still manage creep in my mind. My god I miss being that close with someone… oh well, I can live without I guess.

I can’t help but to wonder what it would have been like if we stayed that close, I mean it’s not like any big thing happened for us to quit being friends, it’s just that when we got to high school we just kind of drifted apart. He became this uber popular jock and I… well, I didn’t become shit to be honest.

I can’t believe my senior year is almost over. I wonder if me and Luke will ever be friends again....

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