"Traje comida!(I brought food!)" Dad yelled, startling me.
I was still sleeping and was happy that it was already a day since school was over.
Sitting on my bed, I was wide awake to see Dad at the foot of my bed, with a plate of pancakes piled on one another.
"Es demasiado pronto, papa!(Its too early, Dad!)" I whined.
"Es verano, Honeybunch! Deberías estar fuera de casa, broncearte la piel y divertirte con tus amigos!(Its summer, Honeybunch! You should be out of the house, tanning your skin and having fun with your friends!)" He sounded more enthusiastic than I was about my summer.
"Oh! No te preocupes papa. Voy a la fiesta de Omar hoy a las ocho.(Oh! Don't worry, Dad. I'm going to Omar's party today at eight)." I told him.
"Oh that's amazing! But what will you do for the rest of the day?"
"I'll probably go the supermarket and race shopping carts." I said.
"Estoy bromeando, papá. Voy al supermercado a comprar unos bocadillos. Creo que invitaré a Cara y Ava a nuestro lugar.(I'm kidding, Dad. I am going to the supermarket to buy some snacks. I think I'll invite Cara and Ava to our place)."
"Hmm bien. ¡Que te diviertas! Llegaremos tarde a casa.(Hmm..nice. Have fun! We'll be coming home late)." He said, left the pancakes on my nightstand and kissed me goodbye on my forehead.
I smiled and got out of bed, planning on finishing my morning routine.
Once I was out of the shower, I hogged the pancakes and slipped into my grey spaghetti strap short summer jumpsuit and dialled Cara's number.
"Hello?" She spoke lazily.
"Wake up, you ass! Its already ten!" I yelled.
"What do you want, Rey?"
"Come over to my place."
"Today?"
"Yes. Today."
"I'm sorry, Rey. I'm going to my grandmother's place today."
I was a bit disappointed but I could still convince myself that Ava would show up.
"Oh, okay. Carry on. Have fun."
"Listen, Carmen. About the senior prom. Who're you going with?"
Prom was just a week away.
"I am not interested in prom and all that. Besides, I don't have a date to go with."
"You can still tag along with me and Marc." She offered.
"Me? You want me to come with you both and get a flash card saying 'Best third-wheeler' printed in bold on it? No thank you."
She chuckled.
"Please. You guys carry on."
"What do you mean? Its the senior prom, Carmen Earlene Rey! You CANNOT miss it at any cost!" She sounded so horrified. And she pulled the whole-name-card to emphasize her horrified expression.
"Oh, come on, Jones! Its not like Dave Franco is going to be there or Cole Sprouse is going to be my date. So, chilllllllll! Its no big deal for me."
"Think about it. Oh! how can I forget?" She reminded herself.
"Forget what?"
"My friend from computer science class was kinda crushing on you and he wanted to ask you for the prom."
WHAT?
"What the heck? You're just telling me that to make me go to the prom, aren't you?"
"I swear, I'm not lying. He is pretty good looking though. Scratch that. He's like, Greek God kind of hot. And a genius when it comes to computers." She told me.
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