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1: It's The Box

Let us always meet each other with smile, for the smile is the beginning of love.
~Mother Teresa

While sitting in my living room watching RuPaul's Drag Race on Netflix, I hear a knock on my apartment's front door. Excited to see if it's the package I've been waiting for, I immediately pause RPDR and jump off of the couch and rush to the door. I fling it open with vigor and a bright smile but my mood falls slightly when I see it's just my roommate and best friend, Imogen.

"Oh. Hi Imogen." I say to her, unable to keep the disappointment from my voice.

"Wow, thanks for the warm greeting Freya, I feel so loved." She retorts sarcastically, pushing past me to get into the apartment. I sigh before closing the door and following my short friend into the living room, where I see her sitting on the couch. I sit next to her with my back against her right arm and groan loudly, slouching against her side. She questions, "What's wrong now?"

"I thought the stuff I ordered finally came and got really excited but then it was just you at the door so no box yet." I explain, sighing again at the end of my sentence.

"Don't worry Freya, I'm sure the box will come soon." Imogen tries to cheer me up before inquiring, "What did you even order anyway?" I grin wickedly at my friend, knowing that she will loathe my next words,

"It's a surprise." Like I knew she would, Imogen groans at the idea. One thing we have in common is our extreme curiosity making us want to know everything. But, even though I'm a really curious person, I also love surprises. Imogen, on the other hand, hates them. It's hilarious.

"But why?" Imogen whines.

"Because I want you to be surprised." I reply, imagining her reaction to what I ordered in my head. It'll be great. She sighs and turns her attention to the TV, using my phone that I left on the coffee table to unpause the current episode of RPDR I'm watching, the first one of season 2. Imogen asks me,

"Why are you rewatching this show again? Isn't this the 6th time or something?"

"I'm rewatching it because I want to." I answer and pause before answering her second question, "Also, it's only the 5th time." She sighs but doesn't say anything else, simply watching the drag queens as they make their outfits. I keep my head turned over my left shoulder to watch as well. It's slightly uncomfortable but the rest of me is too comfortable to move, so I stay where I am.

After watching about 5 episodes, I start to get hungry again. The last time I ate was when I started watching RPDR earlier that day and had lunch while I did so. I look at the time and see it's 6 o'clock. It's around dinner time but I really don't want to get up and make something, and Imogen can't cook. She can bake, but can't cook. Yeah, I don't get it either.

"Hey Imogen, you hungry?" I ask my friend, not looking away from the TV screen.

"Yeah, why? You want me to stop this so you can go make something for dinner?" She replies, picking up my phone and waving it at the TV.

"I have an even better idea." I shift my body slightly so I can look at Imogen and she turns her head to look at me, notices my wide smile, and immediately knows what I'm talking about. She smiles and shakes her head slightly, but agrees.

"I'll go get my laptop and order it now." She tells me.

"Yay!" I cheer. But then I remember I'm leaning on her. When Imogen stands up, I fall backwards onto our dark brown and black couch, the air getting knocked out of me slightly at the sudden impact. Imogen laughs at me as she walks across the dark oak floor to her bedroom door. I sigh and turn my attention back to the TV, deciding not to move until she comes back. Or, I might not move at all. Who knows.