Ever since I can remember, I've been a huge fan of the band Queen. One time when I was 7, I dressed up as Freddie Mercury for Halloween. My dad knows this and that's exactly the reason why he's blasting Queen throughout the house at 11:30am
The aroma of waffles hits me and makes my eyes finally pop open. The sunlight coming through the window almost blinds me and I rub my eyes before throwing the covers back and make my way towards the kitchen
My dad is stirring batter to the beat of "Don't Stop Me Now" and tapping his foot. The sight makes me laugh and it catches his attention
"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist your 2 favourite things in this life. Queen and waffles" my dad says while smiling widely before belting out a couple of lines so off tune it makes my insides cringe
"That's not how you sing it dad" I whine which only makes him start singing even worse "Dad stop, for the love of Freddie, please" I beg while laughing
"Oh yeah? You sing it then. Show me how it's done" he says with amusement before handing me a whisk to use as a microphone
"I'm a rocket ship on my way to mars on a collision course, I am a satellite, I'm out of control. I'm a sex machine ready to reload, like an atom bomb" I sing into the whisk doing my best Freddie Mercury impression
"You're a sex machine? What? What the heck is this music" Riley says looking confused as she makes her way into the kitchen from the other doorway
"Never mind that, I made waffles" dad says clearing his throat and turning the music down more. He clearly forgot the lyrics to this song which makes me want to start laughing even more
We all sit down at the table with our waffles and I begin loading mine with whipped cream, strawberries and maple syrup. Nobody says anything, we just enjoy the quietness and indulge on the waffles
"Should we go to the shops today?" dad finally speaks, breaking the comfortable silence. I only nod since I currently have a giant piece of waffle in my mouth and Riley nods as well "Alright. I'll clean up the kitchen and you two can go get ready then we'll head out" he says and I take that as my cue to retreat to the bathroom to get in the shower
My dad hasn't said anything about the picture frame so the super glue worked a lot better than I thought it was going to. On the inside I'm doing a happy dance. 10 minutes later I'm out of the shower and blow drying my hair, deciding to wear it natural today. Long and wavy. I put on a light blue sundress and take my phone off the charger when I'm done. Oddly enough, the only text is from my mother wishing me a good day
I decide to facetime Macey, curious as to how the party was. She answers on the third ring and I have to say, she looks like shit
"Are you alive" I say sarcastically
"Barely" she mutters and groans before rubbing her temple and squeezing her eyes closed
"It's that bad huh" I chuckle at the sight of my best friend in the state of one of her worst hangovers which earns me a look of 'are you kidding.' "How was it though?" I ask, really wanting to know
"You know, it was uh.. not that great. It probably could've been better. Like that time you and I got so drunk we ran all the way to the beach and went skinny dipping. That's something you could only do with your best friend. You're my best friend, you know that right?" Macey rambles and I instantly become suspicious
"What happened last night Mace" I say point blank. She only ever rambles on like that when she's feeling guilty
"Nothing happened, I just feel bad for going to a party without you" she says and looks away. I understood, it was literally the first party ever she's attended without me and I'd feel guilty too if I had a good time without her
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Strangers With Secrets
Romancese·cret /ˈsēkrit/ adjective 1. not known or seen or not meant to be known or seen by others. The best way to keep a secret? Pretend that there isn't one. But the truth always comes out eventually, doesn't it?
