Vanilla Girl

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DID YOU EVER THINK you knew a person and then realized there was a side of them you never imagined was there before?

No?

Well, I did.

I've been staring at my best friend since the moment we stepped through the threshold and let me tell you: Alien invasions aren't a figment of an incredibly creative imagination. They are very real. Believe me.

I'm contemplating whether the unwelcome intruder is from Venus or Mars. Maybe I should call the NASA. I'm sure they'd love to interrogate it.

"You should have come here sooner. You'd have caught them before they ate and collapsed on their beds," Mrs Walker is saying. "Now you probably won't see them until the sun goes up."

"I'm sorry mum. You know how this things are...we were watching a movie and I lost track of time. By the time I checked my phone it was already twenty to eleven." Wyona replies feigning to be disappointed.

She really is a great actress or her mother is so busy washing the dishes and cleaning the counters that she doesn't realize an stranger from the outer space has just taken over her daughter's body.

"I so wanted to see Michael. I can't believe I missed it!" Her head turns from side to side, her shoulders slumped in deffeat.

Blanca drops the rag into the sink and turns to us, "Don't forget there's Chris too."

"Of course. How could I?" Wyona mutters under her breath and I bite my cheek to hold a chuckle.

"I'm sure we'll have plenty of time tomorrow to catch up. Right?" I say, looking at my friend as I widden my eyes.

A frown creases her brows, "Ri-Right." She clears her throat. And turns to her mother with a bright smile. "Right. We'll catch up tomorrow. We can even fix them breakfast!"

The smile on my face freezes.

What!?

I swivel my head towards her so fast I'm pretty sure I strained my neck.

Fix them breakfast?

I'm barely able to fry bacon without getting third degree burns.

If this is payback for saying I could hold myself in the kitchen it's not funny.

Why would we cook breakfast when Blanca makes the most delicious muffins I've ever tasted?

My friend was definitely taken by the alien invasion. This feels like a chapter out of The Fifth Wave and I'm considering bolting out the door right now.

My eyes dart from my friend to Blanca, who's leaning against the counter.

Wyona raises her eyebrows at me as if prompting me to answer. Does she know she's leading me to slaughter?

Yes, she does.

I don't know what's her plan, but she's seriously gonna pay for this.

I fix my smile back on my face and turn to Mrs Walker, "I'd love that."

Blanca beams, "That's wonderful! I'm sure the boys would appreciate it! You're such good souls." She gushes.

"Yeah, well...good souls need sleep too." Wyona pirpes in tugging at my wrist as she backs away from the kitchen. "We're gonna make the world's best breakfast tomorrow. Yay!" Her fist punches the air just before we disappear from the doorway and run up the stairs.