It was now Friday, 4 p.m.. I was sitting on the white sofa in the white living room, watching Sabrina on tv and eating Pop Tarts in my pajamas. The day was gray, cloudy and bound to rain at any moment. It had been a long day. My mom was still at work and my brother was at a friend's.
The doorbell rang. I stood up, Pop Tart in hand, went to the door, unlocked it and opened it. There stood my friend Kate. I'd invited her over.
"Hey Lizzie," she said.
"Hey."
"Hope you don't mind that I'm early."
"Nope come on in."
I stepped out of the way and held the door open so that she could come inside. Once she was inside, I closed and locked the door.
"Wow it's cold out there. It's about 40," Kate said.
The heat inside was set to 80.
"Yeah I know," I replied.
"Wow it's so…….quiet."
'Yeah well."
We didn't mind the quiet, as we both needed it right now with the way things had been lately.
Kate spied the box of Pop Tarts on the table by the sofa and took a silver foiled packet out.
"Ooh Pop Tarts yummy."
She unwrapped it.
"Whatcha watchin?"
"Sabrina."
"Ooh."
"Yes then 7th Heaven, Everwood then Gilmore Girls."
"Wow ABCFamily night."
"Yep."
"So how have you been?" Kate asked me as we watched Sabrina talk to her cat.
"Um ok. Depressed. Been cutting."
"Yeah me too."
Pause while we nibbled on our Pop Tarts.
"Hey can I cook something? To have for later?" Kate asked,
"Um ok."
"I feel like doing something productive. Yay thank you."
Kate went into the kitchen to start on the cooking.
"Lizzie," she called from the kitchen.
I turned my head toward the kitchen.
"Yeah?"
"Um you better come in here."
"Why whatsup?"
"You'll see."
"Um ok."
I stood up, setting the Pop Tart down on the table next to the box and went into the kitchen.