"Hey, Honey. I'm home," my mom says as she cracks my door open and peeks her head into my room.
"Hey, Mom," I smile, setting my laptop down on the bed, beside me, and propping myself up on the headboard.
"I brought a few leftovers from the bakery for you and Violet's sleepover," she says cheerfully as she enters my room holding a, Cassie's Corner, box.
"Ugh, I swear you're trying to make me fat," I groan.
"Henley, you're five foot ten with the metabolism of a hummingbird, " she replies, rolling her eyes.
I'm going to take a wild guess and say that hummingbirds have a fast metabolism. My mom knows weird, random facts like that. You just have to nod your head and pretend like you know what she's talking about. Otherwise, she'll explain it to you.
"Alright, what have you got," I ask.
"Let's see," she says, peering into the box. "Two red velvet cupcakes, a vanilla cupcake, a lemon square, and three slices of coffee cake."
"Hm, leave one red velvet and the lemon square," I say. Lemon squares are Violet's favorites.
"Ok, I guess I'll go ask your brother if he wants anything."
"Oh," I exclaim excitedly, suddenly remembering Andrew's and my conversation this morning. "Speaking of Andrew, guess what I learned today?"
"What?" She questions curiously, leaning in closer.
"He's got a girlfriend."
"Really?" She squeals. "Oh my gosh, that is so adorable." She claps her hands over her mouth in excitement.
"I know, her names Kinsey," I smile. "Good luck getting him to talk to you about her, though. You're the lame mom, not the cool older sister." I stick my tongue out at her.
"Well, then. I guess I'll just have to pull out the big guns," she grins mischievously as she pulls one of her famous, triple chocolate cupcakes out of the box.
"You were holding out on me," I gasp, bringing my hand up to my heart.
"Well do you have any information to trade for it?" She questions. "A secret boyfriend?"
"No, " I grumble, crossing my arms childishly. "This is bad parenting."
"No honey, this is bribery, the thing that has been holding families together since the beginning of time," she says slyly before strutting out of the room, ready to go get all the gossip on what I'm sure is the juiciest relationship in all of Berkley Middle school.
I stare at my red velvet cupcake in dismay and let out a heavy sigh.
Oh well.
"I'm here," I comes a sudden scream from downstairs. This is basically Violet's alternate to our door bell. She knows where we keep the key and claims that we take too long to answer our door, which in all honesty is probably true.
Not even twenty seconds later she comes frantically crashing into my room, completely out of breath, and without a single snack in hand.
"Where's the food?" I ask.
"There was no time," she yells, wide-eyed.
"Why?" What happened?" I ask, siting up straighter in bed, growing slightly concerned by her unhinged behavior.
"He was asking about you."
I scrunch up my face in confusion.
"What?"
"Rhett," she screams dramatically. "He was asking everyone about you. And then he came up to me and said that people said that I was your best friend. Then I said yes, I'm her best friend, and he asked what your deal was. Then I said, what do you mean what's her deal? And he said, she's something else. So I said, something else good or something else bad? Then he laughed and said good, definitely good, and oh my gosh he's in love with you," she says all in one breath.
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Comfort Zone
Teen Fiction"I'd always liked my life. It was quiet, under control, and routine. Then he came along and showed me how much more there was, how much more I was." *********** Snarky, sarcastic, seventeen-year-old Henley Baker was living life entirely within her c...