Walking on His path

1

“Pillows, candy, chocolate, popcorn, cookies, chips, soda, hotdogs, burgers, pizza, fries and ketchup, and lastly ice cream. All things needed to wrap up this sleepover weekend. It's an honor having you, Ronnie”. Ann turns to her best friend Ronnie with an awestruck smile and a salute. Ronnie salutes back with a huge grin of her own and both sit with a contended 'humph' on the soft white couch, a contrast to the dim-lit almost dark parlor. They sit for seconds, staring with pride at the varieties of food spread out all over the coffee table.

“We're going to embark on a journey called Riverdale. We won't move until we complete all the seasons tonight”, declares Ronnie with a determination that makes Ann start a slow clap. “Now that we're comfortable in our PJ's, is there anything you want to do or say? Cause you know I don't like any distractions during my movie time.”

Ann nods at Ronnie's serious stare, recalling some past events where Ronnie lost it after she asked a question about the intriguing plot twist during one of their movie sessions. Ronnie is like that sometimes. Look up a dictionary meaning of focus and be sure to find a picture of Ronnie beside the word, unlike Ann who could manage a polite distraction often with a smile rather than Ronnie’s signature and sometimes hurtful long eye roll.

“Could you have believed...”,starts Ann, “…If before we became close, someone would tell you we'd be best friends until now. From when we were eight till seventeen—"

“Almost eighteen—"

“Edge of seventeen!” both exclaim and laugh at their dry reference to the movie.

“Seriously though…”, continues Ann, “... we’ve always been totally different from each other. Remember that day we first met at the ice rink? When I saw the ice I thought ice-skating—”

“Come to think of it, when I saw the ice, I thought ice-hockey”, muses Ronnie while struggling to get all her long curly hair in a bun. She gives up eventually with a tired grunt.

“Also…the fact that you wouldn't accept that strawberry is better than chocolate”. Ann points at the two bowls of different flavored ice-cream in front of them. “I mean…It’s common knowledge”.

Ronnie rolls her eyeballs with a defensive sigh, “It is common knowledge that chocolate is better than strawberry!”

“Says who?!”

“This is one of my favorite places in this house, let us not turn it into a war zone—”

“Puft you’re just scared you'd lose, argument or war”. With a smug grin, “I say Karate!!! You say….”

“Kick boxing!!!”

“What’s that? You’re always thinking left from my right—”

Ronnie laughs, “At least they start with the same alphabet”.

Ann chuckles, “Yeah, right”.

Ronnie reaches for the remote enthusiastically, “Riverdale or what?”

“What”, deadpans Ann.

Ronnie sighs as she puts down the remote and turns to Ann with a tired raise of her brow, “Now what? And it better be good”.

Ann laughs, “Oh please. You don’t know what ‘good’  is until you try strawberry ice-cream”.
Ronnie responds with a  dry “LOL”.

Ann smirks, “Don’t hold back the laughter brewing inside with that straight face”.

“I think you mean the murderous intent—”

“Nope, the laughter”.

Ronnie laughs and shakes her head at Ann's sheepish grin. She makes herself really comfortable on the couch and focuses on Ann, “Okay what really gives? You’ve got something on your mind—"