Magda Teriarelli sat at a small,scrubbed wooden table in the small kitchen of the apartment she shared with her 5 friends.Living with 5 other people can get hectic, but for Magda, being around people was what she thrived upon.Especially with 1 of them being her boyfriend, and the rest of them the best friends she'd ever had.Her friends couldn't be described easily, each with a diverse look and personality.But they all gelled together like magic.Krystyn White,Josh Isriot,Delia Isriot (Josh's sister),and Delia's boyfriend who was just moving in.And Christian Nazarini.Her boyfriend.
One of her friends, Krystyn, was frosting a large Devil's Food cake with thick, homemade buttercream icing.She hummed a tune of her own as she spread the thick,creamy,and delicious concotion over the cake.She stopped a moment and her startlingly emerald green eyes eyed Magda annoyedly."Are you going to just sit there,Ria,or start on the chicken cutlets?Yeah,get up.Now."She sighed and tossed her blonde hair,streaked with brown, over her shoulder lightly.She wasn't usually annoyed,her attitude being the bubbliest in the world,but tonight Delia's boyfriend was moving in and the dinner was a special one, and cooking was one of Krystyn's accomplishments.Naturally it would have been a salad dinner on Friday night, because everyone usually had plans to go out somewhere and just needed a quick bite, but this dinner,again, was different.As she stared out the window at New York City, almost pulsing with excitement, she saw a tiny blue car pull up in front of the house and licked a bit of buttercream off the side of her smiling mouth.Josh was home.
Josh walked tiredly up the steps.Really arrogant people shop at Best Buy,he thought,even his thoughts sounding exhausted.As he reached the top floor,he leaned against the door of their penthouse apartment and pushed the door open.He walked in silently, across the cobalt blue geometrically themed living room and collapsed on the couch.He groaned inwardly as he hit his head against the arm of the couch.We need a longer couch,he thought,massaging his head.A call from the kitchen interrupted his thoughts."Get in here and make the salad dressing!We will not be unprepared when this guy gets here."
Magda put a bottle,olive oil,and a mish-mash of herbs on the counter beside Krystyn.She grinned."You heard the woman, get to making the salad dressing.Hep,two three,four."Josh saluted."Yes,ma'am."Then he turned to Krystyn and smiled."Not even a hello?"Krystyn smiled back and hugged Josh."You had better be nice to this guy."She whispered in his ear.Josh pulled away and began making the dressing."How could I not?Me and Chris aren't outnumbered anymore.I'm ecsatic, to put it lightly."The door opened behind them."I don't even have to ask who that is.Put the chips out, Delia."Josh said, without even turning around.Just like Josh had said, Delia walked over and slapped Josh in the back of the head."Idiot."She grabbed the chips and muttered "I dunno how they stand him..." as she placed them on the table."I'm going to my room to change."She turned and went down the hallway.Magda put they cutlets in the Cajun marinade,let them get all marinated, and went off to change,too.Krystyn eventually did the same.Josh just stood there, corked the bottle of dressing and ran his fingers through his hair."They always ditch me somehow..."
One of her friends, Krystyn, was frosting a large Devil's Food cake with thick, homemade buttercream icing.She hummed a tune of her own as she spread the thick,creamy,and delicious concotion over the cake.She stopped a moment and her startlingly emerald green eyes eyed Magda annoyedly."Are you going to just sit there,Ria,or start on the chicken cutlets?Yeah,get up.Now."She sighed and tossed her blonde hair,streaked with brown, over her shoulder lightly.She wasn't usually annoyed,her attitude being the bubbliest in the world,but tonight Delia's boyfriend was moving in and the dinner was a special one, and cooking was one of Krystyn's accomplishments.Naturally it would have been a salad dinner on Friday night, because everyone usually had plans to go out somewhere and just needed a quick bite, but this dinner,again, was different.As she stared out the window at New York City, almost pulsing with excitement, she saw a tiny blue car pull up in front of the house and licked a bit of buttercream off the side of her smiling mouth.Josh was home.
Josh walked tiredly up the steps.Really arrogant people shop at Best Buy,he thought,even his thoughts sounding exhausted.As he reached the top floor,he leaned against the door of their penthouse apartment and pushed the door open.He walked in silently, across the cobalt blue geometrically themed living room and collapsed on the couch.He groaned inwardly as he hit his head against the arm of the couch.We need a longer couch,he thought,massaging his head.A call from the kitchen interrupted his thoughts."Get in here and make the salad dressing!We will not be unprepared when this guy gets here."
Magda put a bottle,olive oil,and a mish-mash of herbs on the counter beside Krystyn.She grinned."You heard the woman, get to making the salad dressing.Hep,two three,four."Josh saluted."Yes,ma'am."Then he turned to Krystyn and smiled."Not even a hello?"Krystyn smiled back and hugged Josh."You had better be nice to this guy."She whispered in his ear.Josh pulled away and began making the dressing."How could I not?Me and Chris aren't outnumbered anymore.I'm ecsatic, to put it lightly."The door opened behind them."I don't even have to ask who that is.Put the chips out, Delia."Josh said, without even turning around.Just like Josh had said, Delia walked over and slapped Josh in the back of the head."Idiot."She grabbed the chips and muttered "I dunno how they stand him..." as she placed them on the table."I'm going to my room to change."She turned and went down the hallway.Magda put they cutlets in the Cajun marinade,let them get all marinated, and went off to change,too.Krystyn eventually did the same.Josh just stood there, corked the bottle of dressing and ran his fingers through his hair."They always ditch me somehow..."