7 Rules.
Rules were always created for the sake of oneself. These rules are meant to protect you rather than harm. Which is one of the major part in Reagan and Serena's friendship. Growing up they always followed the 7 rules of their friendship beca...
As some people would say, "in the cookie of life, your best friend is the chocolate chip." This line probably best defines my friendship with Serena Collins. We have been best friends ever since we were in our mothers' womb, well, believe it or not, my mom and her mom were just like us once, best friends. Since they were really close we hung out with each other all the time. So basically we pretty much know every single thing about each other. From favorite food, color, movie, subject, you give us any question about each other and I'm 100% sure that we can answer it. And that is how our story started...
Today began like how my Saturday mornings would go.
It's 5 am and my alarm clock rang. I freshened up and drank my celery juice with my empty stomach to get my daily dose of vitamin c and to detox my body. I have also decided to jog around my neighborhood because my mom thinks I'm getting too lazy lately. After an hour of jogging, I walk back home and it's also my favorite time of the day because this is the time the sun rises.
Every morning, I love looking outside my bedroom window because I enjoy the view of leaves moving in the wind, people walking their dogs and doing their normal morning routines since I live on a quiet street.
I glanced at the mirror beside my window, I see a face that I recognize as my own which is an average 5"9 brunette boy with striking blue eyes and tan skin.
My phone lit up showing a notification and as I opened to check it, Serena texted me.
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After replying to her text, I quickly changed into a random hoodie and sweatpants then I went to the kitchen to grab breakfast. The distance from Serena's house to my house is literally just 5 minutes away so it didn't take that long for me to get there.
"Pizza delivery for Serena Collins," I chuckled.
Serena's house always felt like a second home to me. I didn't even need to knock anymore; I just walked right in. Serena's mom, Mrs. Collins, greeted me with a warm smile from the kitchen.
"Good morning, Reagan! Serena's in the living room," she called out, waving a spatula.
"Thanks, Mrs. Collins," I replied, heading towards the sound of music drifting from the living room.
I found Serena sitting cross-legged on the floor, her guitar resting on her lap, and sheet music scattered around her. She looked up as I entered, her face lighting up with a smile.
"Pizza delivery?" she asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.
"Extra cheese, just for you," I replied, plopping down next to her.
She laughed, the sound of it like a melody itself. "You know you can't start the day without some proper breakfast, right?"
I held up my hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. What do we have today?"
"Mom made waffles. Want some?" She set her guitar aside and got up, leading the way to the kitchen.
As we sat down at the kitchen table, Mrs. Collins placed a plate of waffles in front of us. "So, what are the plans for today?" she asked.
"We're heading to the park later. I need to practice some new pieces for the upcoming school concert," Serena explained between bites.
"And I have some plays to review for the next game," I added.
Mrs. Collins nodded approvingly. "Sounds productive. Just make sure to have some fun too."
After breakfast, we made our way back to the living room. Serena picked up her guitar again, and I grabbed a notebook from my backpack, ready to go over some lacrosse strategies.
We settled into a comfortable silence, each focused on our tasks. This was one of the things I loved most about our friendship – the ease of just being together without needing to fill the space with constant chatter.
After a while, Serena broke the silence. "Hey, do you remember Rule #3?"
"Of course," I said without looking up. "Always support each other, no matter what."
"Exactly," she said softly. "I just... I really appreciate you always being here for me, Reagan."
I looked up and met her eyes. "And I appreciate you too, Serena. We're a team, remember? Always."
She smiled and strummed a few chords on her guitar, the music filling the room once more. As I watched her, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. Our friendship, guided by our seven rules, had weathered many storms. But I couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to change, especially with Rule #7 looming over us.
