Chapter 13

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            “It’s finally the weekend.” Perrie yelled when we sat down.

            “Finally!” I screamed with joy. “Such a long week.”

            “Christmas break.” Eleanor said.

            “What?” I asked.

            “It’s Christmas break.” Eleanor stated.

            “You’re lying!” Perrie and I said.

            “It was in the morning announcements!” Eleanor chuckled.

            “Prove it!” I said.

            Perrie yanked out her phone and went to the school website and we scrolled through the morning report.

            We hope to see you after Christmas break (12/15-1/2)! Stay safe!

            “We’re on Christmas break.” I said shrugging.

            “I want to sleep.” Eleanor said collapsing on the couch.

            “You are such a wreck.” I teased. “Your uniform is filthy and wrinkly!”

            “Shut up!” Eleanor laughed.

            Perrie and I fell onto Eleanor and smashed her into the couch. “Perrie, this couch is lumpy.”

            “I know!” Perrie whined. “I think we should try smoothing it out.”

            “Yeah, let’s try.” I agreed.

            We began bouncing on Eleanor trying to get her to get up. Eleanor just laid there looking at us while laughing hard. She pushed us off making me let out a groan from hitting the coffee table on my elbow. The pain quickly faded and I started laughing more when Perrie was being straddled by Eleanor.

            “Eleanor, Louis is going to get jealous.” I snickered.

            “Shut up!” Eleanor yelled with annoyance hidden in it.

            “Louis and Eleanor sitting in a tree – “

            Eleanor lunged onto me and knocked the wind outta me. Perrie stood up. “I’m going to make some food.”

            “I like food.” I said.

            “I like sandwiches.” Eleanor said.

            “I’m making a pizza.” Perrie stated.

            “You’re boring.” Eleanor grumbled.

            “Maybe Louis will come over and cook.” I snickered.

            Eleanor elbowed me in the gut. “Maybe Niall will come over and shut you up.”

            “He’s a good kisser.” I defended.

            “Louis’ a great cook.” Eleanor said.

            “How would you know?”

            “He makes his own lunch.”

            “He brings a freaking sandwich.”

            “Which is delicious!”

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