It is 8 in the morning and Ally is still asleep. I was invited for a sleepover from Ally. We have been friends since our third grade. It sure is a nice sunny day to go at the Belleview but I don't feel like it. Ally's mom had left for work so I should spend the whole morning here. We'd be good, at home baking cookies. Cranberry cookies are Ally's favorite. I like snickerdoodles. It is saturday and it is really weird that we had stayed home all night even when we were invited to a party. There was this party and I'm pretty sure it was super gross cause the lacrosse guys played spin the bottle for the millionth time. I had seen this tweet from Layla, she made herself look like real life Aphrodite and applied tons of makeup. Did I mention she threw this party? She earned the right to party at the house last week. We would never want to go there cause those people are really annoying. Running all these thoughts made me dizzy so I should get a coffee. I went downstairs, straight to the kitchen island. There it is, Ally's coffee maker. I don't know how to use this kind of coffee maker so last night I kept starring at what all things Ally did. She pressed this three buttons and acted like a ninja. I don't remember what was the second button, I should find it on my own. Perhaps, it is the one on the left. I should get a mug first, where does she keep them? She moved to this apartment on october, I should keep an eye on everything to prevent myself getting into trouble. Then, I spotted this mug which i gifted ally for her twelfth birthday. It is crystal clear and it sparkles. It is kept on the windowsill. I wonder if she ever used it. I took the cup and stared at it with the stupidest grin plastered on my face. I walk toward the table, still admiring the mug. FYI:- It is really dangerous to walk on the wet floor with your favorite mug on your hand. I fell down. The floor was very soggy. It was an easy fall that nothing happened to me. But, the mug had turned into teeny-tiny pieces. I took all the pieces together and tried fixing it as it was before. Then, the creepy moment occurs. Ally wakes up. I can hear her footsteps down the stairs. My heart pumps badly at the thought. She is coming. She sighed. I pretend like I just woke up so I let out a yawn. She said, good morning. I said it back with my throat as cold as iced espresso. Will she cry when she get to know about it? Will it break her heart into shreds? I made a mental note to buy her a new mug after getting the debt card back. It must look cool and sky blue, it should give us the feeling of visiting a beach. Ally likes to spend most of her vacation on the beach. We hadn't talked for the next few minutes. She asked me if we should have cheerios with banana or PB&J sandwich? I can't move my tongue. She might had have convinced something fishy is going on. She demanded PB&J would be great. She made me scrambled eggs. She asked me if I want cream in my coffee. I said something which sounded crazy to my own ears. She took it as a yes. You alright? she says with a deep tone. I should play along to not get caught so I said yes in utter confidence. She gave me this cold stare. Had she believed me? I highly doubt it. She went near the coffee maker. I can feel those pieces burning a hole in my pj's pocket. She made it to the coffee maker without noticing the window. She is done with the coffee. She walked toward me. She muttered yum while taking a sip. I made my grip at the cup. I can feel my gut twisting into knots. I can feel the steam passing through my face. I can't keep it no more. I should apologize to her. Now, I can feel the overwhelming pain softening. I'm going to tell her. I gave her a half smile, half grimace.
...to be continued
