Parfait (n) 1. a rich cold dessert made with whipped cream, eggs, and fruit. 2. perfect (linguistics)
All Summer wanted was a peaceful summer with her friends and study her dream major in the upcoming fall. Instead, she got a job at the local ice cr...
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The credits for Maze Runner: The Scorch Trials drop, along with my heart to my stomach. I'm pouting at the mostly black screen, sat between Kal and Olivia. Alex and Sofia are jokingly arguing, something about her saying Dylan O'Brien is hot and my friend acting all mad and jealous. Eliza and Christopher spent most of the time arguing about High School things they both should not even remember, like who got what grades or who got asked out more. I don't see why it matters considering neither of them ever were in a relationship during their school years.
"I think this series is the exception to the rule," Kal says. "Most of the time the books are better than the movies and, even though I liked reading them, I prefer watching Maze Runner to reading it. The books have so many plot holes and in The Death Cure it's clear Mr. James Dashner had no idea what to do. But I have to say, making it so Thomas's blood is the cure? Completely lazy."
I shake my head. "And you were wondering why the poor test thought you being a book critic was a good idea."
"I didn't know you read, too, Kal," Kate says, bending forward to have some eye contact with him, them being at the opposite ends of the sofa. "I loved reading the books because...C'mon, they're full of hot boys and almost no girls. Not that it's all that's great about them, of course! I was so disappointed by Scorch Trials though. I expected some great and satisfying or mysterious explanation as to why they had to go through all that and all we got was that they needed the brain activity patterns?"
Kal's green eyes shine brighter. "Exactly! The movies make more sense, probably because by then all the books had come out and they could plan the plot better."
"Okay, dorks" Olivia says, stretching the "o". "Shall we get going? It's finally dark outside."
Looking outside the window, I notice the sky is finally a dark hue of blue. "Yeah, let me go get a hoodie."
I'm about to get up but Kal places his arm around my shoulders. "But before that, it's time we give you your present."
I scratch my temple. "Huh, I forgot you told me to wait after the movies."
"Okay, this" -Kal bends close to the coffee table and hands me the pink bag that has been sitting there since Olivia and him came- "is from me."
I smile and thank him before pilling away the little sticker and opening it. I pull out the soft pink fabric to reveal a hoodie with an embroidered dripping ice cream in the middle of the chest, the words Dear Future Self across it.
My smile grows wider and before I can even think of what I'm doing, my arms are around him. "Thank you so much, Kal. This is really cool!"
He chuckles. "I wanted something related to Fall Out Boy but more discreet and came across this."
"Now look a little more in the bag and you'll find my present," Olivia says with a smile that spreads itself from ear to ear.
I'm pretty sure the bag is empty. Still, I fish for any objects that could be inside. When I find nothing, I flip it upside down and a purple piece of paper lands on my lap. I glance at Olivia to make sure what I'm seeing is not a prank, and she nods.
