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pointed her yolky fork at the brunette. “Not even for three—”
“No, apparently I can’t. Because when I do, this is what happens. I find you—”
“You find me making breakfast for my new best friend? That’s right. You heard me. Me and the blonde girl next to you are already best friends. We already decided that. We’re about to have breakfast together, and we’re also gonna go to get ice cream sometime together. We’re also gonna do each other’s makeup sometime together. We’re even gonna have a party sometime together, with dancing, and fun games, and we already decided that you’re not invited. Just me, and my new best friend, and a bunch of other cool people are. Even Jim already said he’s coming. He said he’s bringing pizza for everyone. Me and my new best friend are bringing pop.”
I fought a strong, sudden urge to giggle, but not at my new little fib-telling friend, just with delight. It had been a long time since I’d been so amused by a friend, if I had ever been.
The brunette standing in the kitchen with us, however, wasn’t quite as amused. Hands still on her hips, she snorted, looking at the little redhead. “Do you even know the name of your ‘new best friend?’ Have you even been polite enough to properly introduce yourself? Or were you too busy rudely climbing through—”
“Of course I politely introduced myself. Of course I did. Duh. And of course I know my new best friend’s name. Duh on that, too. Her name is... well, it’s...”
The little redhead quickly glanced around my kitchen, as if my name might be written on one of the objects in it. I wanted to help her, wanted to just say my name, but at the same time, I didn’t want to make it clear to the brunette that my “new best friend” really didn’t know my name.
After a glance at me, though, seeming to be thinking, the little redhead quickly recovered, fixing the brunette with a confident sort of look. “My new best friend’s name is Bright Blue Pajamas. That’s her official nickname, anyway, because she wears those pajamas she has on now all the time. But for short, most people just call her Bright Blue PJs. And honestly, for really short, most people just call her BB PJs. That’s my new best friend’s name, BB PJs. Yup.”
After a slight eye roll and a sigh, the brunette turned her gaze to me. “I’ll just go ahead and assume that that’s actually not something you’re called, and I’ll also go ahead and make formal introductions. I’m Annalise Kendall, though you can call me Annie, or just Ann, and I’m twenty-eight years old. The girl at your stove is my sister Jen, and she’s eighteen, going on seven.”
“‘A very sharp seven,’ though, right, Annie? Remember when you even admitted that?”
Ignoring Jen, Annie extended a hand to me. “It’s nice to meet you.”
I took her hand and shook it. “Thank you. You, too. I’m Avery Clark.”
Still clutching her yolky fork, Jen hustled over from the stove. “I think it’s nice to meet you, too, Avery, and just keep on remembering that I’m your new best friend, not Annie, okay?”
I smiled. “Okay.”
Just then, there was another knock at the door, and Jen immediately began heading over to it.
“I’ve got this, because if it’s anyone else wanting to make you breakfast, Avery, or anyone else wanting to yell at me, I’m just going to shoo them away. So, you two girls can just go ahead and start cooking the eggs now, even though there’s not enough for you to have any, Annie.”
Annie didn’t look extremely disappointed. Moving out of view of the front door, the two of us headed over to the stove, hearing Jen open the door and then close it, as if she’d went out on the porch to talk to whoever had been knocking.
I picked up a spatula and moved to turn on the stove, but then decided not to. “I guess I’ll wait until she gets back in here, to make sure the eggs won’t get cold. Oh, and by the way, there will be plenty for
“No, apparently I can’t. Because when I do, this is what happens. I find you—”
“You find me making breakfast for my new best friend? That’s right. You heard me. Me and the blonde girl next to you are already best friends. We already decided that. We’re about to have breakfast together, and we’re also gonna go to get ice cream sometime together. We’re also gonna do each other’s makeup sometime together. We’re even gonna have a party sometime together, with dancing, and fun games, and we already decided that you’re not invited. Just me, and my new best friend, and a bunch of other cool people are. Even Jim already said he’s coming. He said he’s bringing pizza for everyone. Me and my new best friend are bringing pop.”
I fought a strong, sudden urge to giggle, but not at my new little fib-telling friend, just with delight. It had been a long time since I’d been so amused by a friend, if I had ever been.
The brunette standing in the kitchen with us, however, wasn’t quite as amused. Hands still on her hips, she snorted, looking at the little redhead. “Do you even know the name of your ‘new best friend?’ Have you even been polite enough to properly introduce yourself? Or were you too busy rudely climbing through—”
“Of course I politely introduced myself. Of course I did. Duh. And of course I know my new best friend’s name. Duh on that, too. Her name is... well, it’s...”
The little redhead quickly glanced around my kitchen, as if my name might be written on one of the objects in it. I wanted to help her, wanted to just say my name, but at the same time, I didn’t want to make it clear to the brunette that my “new best friend” really didn’t know my name.
After a glance at me, though, seeming to be thinking, the little redhead quickly recovered, fixing the brunette with a confident sort of look. “My new best friend’s name is Bright Blue Pajamas. That’s her official nickname, anyway, because she wears those pajamas she has on now all the time. But for short, most people just call her Bright Blue PJs. And honestly, for really short, most people just call her BB PJs. That’s my new best friend’s name, BB PJs. Yup.”
After a slight eye roll and a sigh, the brunette turned her gaze to me. “I’ll just go ahead and assume that that’s actually not something you’re called, and I’ll also go ahead and make formal introductions. I’m Annalise Kendall, though you can call me Annie, or just Ann, and I’m twenty-eight years old. The girl at your stove is my sister Jen, and she’s eighteen, going on seven.”
“‘A very sharp seven,’ though, right, Annie? Remember when you even admitted that?”
Ignoring Jen, Annie extended a hand to me. “It’s nice to meet you.”
I took her hand and shook it. “Thank you. You, too. I’m Avery Clark.”
Still clutching her yolky fork, Jen hustled over from the stove. “I think it’s nice to meet you, too, Avery, and just keep on remembering that I’m your new best friend, not Annie, okay?”
I smiled. “Okay.”
Just then, there was another knock at the door, and Jen immediately began heading over to it.
“I’ve got this, because if it’s anyone else wanting to make you breakfast, Avery, or anyone else wanting to yell at me, I’m just going to shoo them away. So, you two girls can just go ahead and start cooking the eggs now, even though there’s not enough for you to have any, Annie.”
Annie didn’t look extremely disappointed. Moving out of view of the front door, the two of us headed over to the stove, hearing Jen open the door and then close it, as if she’d went out on the porch to talk to whoever had been knocking.
I picked up a spatula and moved to turn on the stove, but then decided not to. “I guess I’ll wait until she gets back in here, to make sure the eggs won’t get cold. Oh, and by the way, there will be plenty for
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