Olivia Hayes never truly had anywhere to call home. Her dad left when she was eleven and her mom was rarely around. Her only salvation was being at her best friend Cora's house.
Alexander Stevens didn't think his life was going anywhere. His parent...
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My eyes slowly crack open and I realize it's already day light.
Looking at the clock on Cora's nightstand I see it's eleven a.m.
It's still too early for me so I go back to sleep.
When I wake up again I see that it's now one in the afternoon.
Sitting up I stretch my arms above my head. Looking to the left I see Cora is already gone.
Running a hand through my hair I knew I needed a shower. My hair was oily and it probably had whatever was in the air at that football game.
I get out of bed and rifle through my bag until I find a fresh pair of underwear, shorts and an old band t-shirt.
Then I leave her room and head next door to the bathroom.
That was the room separating Cora and Alex's room.
It is a small bathroom the two of them share.
It has a standing shower, a sink and a toilet. I guess they call that a half bath. Or are those the ones with no showers at all?
Pfft I don't know.
I make sure to lock the door before I start the water.
Stripping out of last nights clothes I throw them in the hamper before stepping into the shower.
I let the warm water sprinkle down on me. Showers always make me feel better. I feel so refreshed after. I guess that's because you are literally washing away dirt and grime from the day before.
Once I am done I step out and towel dry my hair. The mirror is fogged up so I wipe away as much of the condensation as I can.
I slip on my clothes before brushing my teeth.
Then I head down stairs to find something to eat.
The house is quiet and I assume Alex is either out or in his room.
Walking into the kitchen I begin going through the cabinets.
Cora's family is one of those health nut families. When I can I fill the back of the cabinets with food I like so I can actually eat when I am here.
Going through the cabinet closest to the fridge I push aside the unsalted almonds.
Jack pot.
My box of strawberry pop tarts are still there.
Reaching inside I pull out one of the tin foil packagings.
I put the end of the packaging between the front of my teeth as I put the unsalted almonds back in their place.
As I turn around I almost drop the bag out of my mouth.
Alex stands there leaning against the island counter.
