supernova

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"No. We did the vertex formula before we did the distance formula. I know, it doesn't make sense," I said to Amukta. We were talking about taking Algebra together seventh grade.

"Oh my god. It's been so long since I've seen you. I miss you living next door," Amukta said as we laid on her bed. It was the Saturday before labour day, so I decided to spend the day with my best friend.

"I miss you living next door too. Eighth grade was probably my peak. That sounds so sad, but I was so happy. Everything just seemed, right."

"Do you wanna go to ...?" Amukta said her voice trailing off at the end and I sat up.

"Yes. We have to go. It's gloomy outside and it just finished raining, so now." We both got up excited as we rushed out to my car.

I looked at her.

She looked at me.

"Yea," she said just knowing what I was thinking, and I took the aux, found the infamous eight grade playlist titled, The Playlist, and shit shuffle.

This specific playlist was meant for car rides there.

Paradise by Coldplay was first and we sang at the top of our lungs while driving there in the rain.

After thirty minutes, we had arrived. I looked at Amukta's dark brown eyes. It had been two years since we were last here.

We were at a small village of around three thousand people.  It had a whole school distract even though there were only like four hundred kids at their highschool.  When you took a plain look, it looked like every other chain of small stores. We were at the center of the village where people hung out and shopped. If you looked closely between two of the stores, you could see a door. It was black and blended in so well with the wall.

I opened the door to reveal a gorgeous cafe with coffee brown walls and dark stained oak tables and chairs. The theme was a chocolate brown and gold so it was relaxing to sit look at. It smelled like coffee beans and sandwiches.

"Arabella and Amukta?" the boy with brown hair and brown eyes said.

"Hi!" we said.

"I thought you guys died," he said jokingly. Zahir was three years older than us and had been working here since he was 15, making him a sophomore in college.

"Yea, it's been a while," I said.

"Why has it been so long since you guys have been here?" he asked. He had every right too. It had been a while since we came here and last time we were here, we told him we'd be back in a few days. We never got his number so, we got we never got to talk to him outside this cafe.

"A lot happened. Since we started coming here, and it's a thirty minute drive or a one hour bus ride here from my house, so it was harder to come," Amukta explained to him and she was right. I lived twenty minutes away from her, so it was a lot of gas money for us, and since we were trying to save money, we had to stop going because Anukta's parents worked a lot. 

Busses had gotten expensive too, and I wouldn't let Amukta pay for me.

"Well, at least you're back. Here's the large affogato and grilled cheese for Arabella and a large caramel freakshake and a tomato and mozzarella sandwich with extra basil for Amukta," he said handing us our usual order.

"Thank you," Amukta and I said to him. I hadn't had an affogato in a while, even though it wasn't hard to make. It was just vanilla gelato drowned in espresso.

"So, how's junior year?" he asked us and we looked at each other.

"It's going alright I guess. I have a lot of work and I have to study for the SAT, but I'll manage," Amukta said. I was glad it's going okay for her.