The drive to Kayla's home was twice as awkward as waiting for the food to arrive. Especially when the waitress came skipping up to us with her cheerful smile. Perhaps it was just the juxtaposition of the story or perhaps it is her oblivious attitude to the atmosphere."So love birds, how is the food?" she giggled as she looked between us. "Can I just say, you two look like a famous celebrity couple or like a fictional power couple,""Can we get this to go?" Kayla politely smiled.Anyone with normal eyes could see that it was fake, but unfortunately for us, our waitress had hearts in her eyes and thus was blinded by her fictional imagination."Ooo, someone is eager to get home huh," she wiggled her eyebrows.Kayla and I made eye contact. I'm glad I am not the only one that found her words inappropriate and very disturbing."Please, can we just get a to-go box?" Kayla tried again."How about dessert w
I woke up at seven am on Sunday. Did I willing wake up at that time? No. I woke up at that time because Van decided that he now enjoyed screaming in my ear. Not only did I wake up with a shattered eardrum but I also woke up to his evil twin, Nessa, stuffing the pink socks Key got me. She managed to stack the books from the bottom of my library and reached into my hamper and stuffed my property into her diapers. Danny poked his head into my room, surveyed the area, and when he deemed everything ok he left. It was official, I am going to commit murder. "He's fine! He's just waking up your laziest child!" Dan shouted, possibly to my parents. Here I thought he came to make sure the little demons weren't harassing me. Of course not. The least he could have done was gather them in his clutch and chuck them out. I will make him regret his lack of action. "Daniel stop shouting in the house!" my dad's voice boomed through the walls. "And Van and Nessa you better have your toys put away
"That sucks honey. Not for your father and me because we need you to babysit for us," my mum smiled at me as if she didn't just put the final nail in my coffin. I groaned and stabbed my pancake. I would offer a more verbal complaint, but rightfully I had no grounds to do so. Nor did I have an excuse. Dan had babysat while studying last week and I could do so too. In fact, I've been doing so since I could remember and back then I had three children to deal with. Three whiny, clingy, snotty, but equally adorable children. On the bright side, I could carry out my revenge plans without my mum or my dad intervening. Yes, it was all going to work out perfectly. I smirked at Daniel over my pancake. 'You're going to suffer,' I mouthed to him. "Muum, tell Zack to leave me alone. He is being mean," Daniel whined. "Zack you need to leave your brother alone. Stop being mean, it is not nice," my mum half-heartedly said as she fed my dad. They were cute, but they were always in your face.
The sound of my door making fast and direct contact with my wall made me jump out of my bed. What the fuck? I turned to glare at the person who dared to wake me up at, I paused to look at the pastel pink clock that Kiki gave me, six forty. Holy shit! It's six forty I leapt from my bed as if it were about to compost at any second. "Zack you promised to take me to school today!" Daniel snapped at me. His attitude was in no way, shape or form helping my frazzled mood. "I know, I know. The stupid alarm on my phone didn't go off," I struggled to say as I kicked off my boxers and hopped in the shower, my toothbrush clenched between my teeth. "Hurrrrrryyy," he whined. The sound of slamming doors made me aware that he left and clearly not in a good mood. Why today of all days? My mum and dad left for work early on Mondays. They usually take Daniel and the twins to school when they head for work, but Daniel told me last night that he wanted to go with me for whatever reason. If they we
I glanced over at Kiara. Her eyes were closed. Her hand moved along to the beat of Alicia Keys. Did she know she was humming along? I doubt that she did. I have found that Kiara lacked awareness from time to time, I didn't mind nine times out of ten. I found it cute how she would sing louder at the parts she was sure of and mumble along to the parts she forgot. With Kiara's singing, my mind went back to what happened when I was dragged away that morning. I ended up missing the first session of the day. I would need to ask Kiara and the teacher for the notes because if I knew my best friend I knew she had mostly doodles with a sprinkling of words in her book. I locked the meeting room as Kiki and I watched towards our lockers. I tried to get her to talk about the game, but Kiara preferred to ignore things. That was one thing I wanted to change about her. Discussing what upsets you is a good thing, we don't have to do it the second a misfortune happens, but it needs to be done.Since
I wanted cake. Carrot cake to be specific. Actually, any cake would do. Perhaps it was because I was truly craving something sweet or perhaps it was because I was currently smelling Kiara's shampoo or it might have been one of the products she used religiously. It smelt sweet, yet I couldn't pinpoint exactly what I was smelling but I liked it. It reminded me of cake. I was about to angle my head so I could get another whiff of Kiara's hair when she spoke up. ''Why do you think we're friends?'' she started. She looked up at me with her beautiful big caramel-coloured eyes. She blinked her long dark lashes as she waited for my answer. I wonder if she could hear my heart race as she rested her head on my chest. I prayed my shirt could somehow muffle the sound. I glanced at her laptop which was playing a sitcom we found. I guess we both decided to use it as background noise. I thought about her question. We were friends because I fell in love with her the moment I saw her and wanted to
I gathered as many ingredients as I could while Kiara got the bowls and cake pan. I took a backseat while Kiara measured and mixed everything. There was something mesmerising about watching her move around the kitchen so naturally. For someone who did not like Maths and Chemistry, she did really well at creating recipes. I would suggest becoming a food scientist if she were not such a natural actress. "Am I going to need to add vanilla?" Kiara shouted over the sound of the pastel blue stand mixer I got her a few years ago. "What?" I called. "I know you heard me!" she jabbed me in the side with a spoon. "Yes, you are going to need to add vanilla," I smiled at her while she rolled her eyes at me. I dipped a finger into the batter after Kiki had mixed the flour and sugar with the other ingredients. I would risk salmonella any day just for some raw batter. Kiki, on the other hand, was cautious and complaining. She complained about the butter being too cold and the eggs not being warm
"How long is the cake going to take?" I whined. The sweet scent of the cake permeated the house. This was not helping my craving. Kiara checked her imaginary watch, and with a look of concentration, she told me that the cake had ten minutes left. I had no reason to call her bluff. I would be satisfied as long as the cake was not burnt, I would eat it. After all, Kiara took time out of her day to bake a cake with me. Who was I to disregard her efforts? "Can you turn off the lights?" Kiki asked as she finished straightening the bedsheets. From where I was standing I could already see her pulling up the movie. It did not take long to find it since the page was already bookmarked on her laptop and mine. I turned off the lights as she requested and slid into my usual spot- on the left side of her bed. Within seconds her attention was glued to the opening scene. The very same scene we had seen so many times that I could rewrite the entire script from memory alone. I knew the exact sce