And go to bed she did. But she couldn't fall asleep, even though both she and Kimmy were convinced that her bed was the most comfortable thing ever. Kimmy was hard to convince of anything, so when she wholeheartedly agreed on something even as trivial as that, you knew it was true.
But, the reason she couldn't get to sleep was unbeknownst to even herself; she was upset about Luke coming over, yes. That much was clear. Even so, why did it bother her so much? Shouldn't she be flattered? I mean, she hated guys that treated girls like he did, but she wasn't blind. Saying that he was a looker was an understatement.
His pursuit of her made her uneasy, she knew that for sure. If he went through girls like he went through money, why was he so dead set on her?
Questions for later, she thought to herself as sleep finally began to take it's hold upon her, her eyes staring out the window; she always had the blinds open. It allowed her to look out at the city that she held so dearly to her heart. It helped her sleep.
The next morning, nothing was said over a cold breakfast of soggy cereal-- Kimmy had woken up a half-hour before Aria and set out her cereal for her. An inspired thought, but soggy cereal did nothing to improve Aria's bitterness. In a day, Luke would be here. Butting his head into her life, for whatever reason he had.
Aria's resolution, one that she'd come up with when she fell out of her bed onto the floor that morning, was to not give him the time of day, when he was here. He was after one thing, no matter what Kimmy said, so she wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
Well, for however long that lasted. Aria could tell that Luke wasn't the type of person that people said no to. At least, not without feeling the crushing weight of guilt. But she was resolute, for the time being.
"You have work today, right?" asked Kimmy, and her silent friend simply gave a nod in reply. Kimmy sighed, "Look, it's not, like, the end of the world, Ari. Okay, worst case scenario, Luke and Michael will be here for a few days, and then they'll leave. What are you so upset about, anyway?" Aria shook her head slowly, dipping her spoon into her untouched cereal, grabbing some soggy-looking Cheerios and then dumping them back into the bowl; small droplets of milk flew onto her face. "I don't really know. I mean, he seemed like a dick back at the bar, and now he's coming over to visit? What next, Kimmy. Maybe we'll have a Full House marathon with him and Michael," she said sarcastically, chuckling sorely.
Kimmy twirled her bleached hair in between her fingers, something she'd done ever since they were in high school, specifically because she knew that it drove people crazy. She smiled despite her friend's bitterness over something she probably saw as simple, "Oh, please. You know that Full House marathons are our thing. If Mr. Dickwad Prettyface thinks that he's going to barge in and change all of that, he's got another thing coming."
The brunette beamed despite herself. Her and Kimmy were an odd pair, that was for sure, but the blonde knew exactly what to say to make people feel better. Kimmy had a talent for that, and for this Aria was thankful. Countless times had Kimmy been her own personal cheerleading squad when she was upset, and this time was no exception. "What would I do without you?" she inquired playfully, and Kimmy played along, pretending to think on it for a moment.
"Crash and burn," her friend replied after a moment, and the two burst into uncontainable laughter over their meager breakfast of cereal and orange juice. Mornings with Kimmy were always bound to be good mornings, no matter how they started off.
After Aria decided that soggy cereal was better than no cereal, she ate the Cheerios and then headed back to her room, to gather her things before she took a shower. "Hey, are you going to stop by the grocery store after work?" called Kimmy when she walked into the bathroom after having gathered everything. Aria thought on this, and then cursed. "Woah, in that case, I'll just--"
