Chapter 11
"You. Got. Food. In. My. Hair." Kristen screamed at us. We both giggled. "Oh, you think it's funny, huh? Well it's NOT!" She started walking towards us with her finger raised. "You dare laugh at me!" Her finger was now right in front of my face. I had to go cross-eyed to look at it. She waved it in front of my face and squinted her eyes at me. Then, she turned on her heel and said, "You better have something made for breakfast for me to pay for what you did to my hair, 10 min's-tops."
We both looked at each other and started cracking up. "Oh my god, I thought she was going to explode!" I said.
"I know! Did you see her face! That was almost worth it!" Phil said as he doubled over and put a hand on the table to support himself.
"But what are we supposed to make them for breakfast?" I said. We both had an idea,
"Toaster waffles!" We said at the same time. We looked in the freezer, and there they were, Eggo Waffles! "Hey, do you have whipped cream and strawberries?" I asked Phil. He nodded and grabbed them out of the fridge.
"Here." He handed them to me. We put the waffles into the toaster and waited for them to pop. As we waited we started to get things cleaned up, (like getting all of the batter off the walls, tables, counters, ect.) and got it ready for Kristen. We set the table and got the waffles out of the toaster once they had popped. I added whipped cream on top and sliced the strawberry's into thin slices and placed them on top of the whipped cream. On top of everything I added syrup. It looked so pretty, I didn't want that bitchh to be eating it.
After 10 minutes was up, Kristen walked in, her hair was perfectly fine now. "Are you done?" She said.
"Yeah." We said as she stomped in to look at what we had prepared for her. Once she saw it she dismissed it at once.
"Too many calories! Jeez." Then in walked Cristina.
"Omg! Those look so good! Can I have some?!" She looked eagerly at the waffles.
"Um... sure." I said as she sat down and dug in.
"Omg, these are like the best waffles in the world! What are they?"
"Eggo…." Phil said, as he stared at the whip-creamed covered girl. "Here." he handed her a napkin.
"Thanks."
After watching Cristina smear whipped cream all over her face for 5 minutes, Phil and me decided to leave to room. "Okay, that was pretty gross." Phil said once we were out of earshot.
"Yeah… mega gross. I haven't seen anyone eat the sloppy since my little niece came over, and she's 4." I said as I glanced over my shoulder to look at the kitchen. Emmett was trying to clean up Cristina's face, well, with his tongue… "Okay, don't look now, but I think Emmett's literally licking Cristina's face off." Phil turned around and then turned right back around.
"Okay, that is really gross." Phil said. We both snickered and walked into the living room. Edward and Kristen were sitting in the love seat. We sat down on the window bench. It was so white outside; there must have been at least a foot on the ground. Hopefully we got a snow-day on Monday! We probably wouldn't though; snow here doesn't usually stay here for very long. I sighed and got up.
"Where you going?" Phil asked.
"Out side."
"In your pjs?"
"Yup, I want to have fun in it while it lasts." I said as I smiled at him.
"I'll come with you." Phil urged on.
"No, I want to go out into the snow alone." I just wanted to stand in the snow. for a couple minutes.
"Okay…" His look questioned my sanity.
"She's so weird." Kristen said to Edward as I stepped outside. The cold wind whipped at my bare skin, but I didn't mind. I walked down the stairs carefully and stepped out into the snow. I took a couple steps out into the white fluff and just stood there. It had started to snow lightly again, and I felt the little wet things land on me. As I stood there I could feel stares boring into my back, so I sat down on the snow and grabbed my knees. I was glad I was alone because after a minute of sitting there, I started crying. I wasn't bawling, tears were just streaming down my face.
The snow was starting to soak into my bottoms, so I wiped my eyes and stood up. I heard laughing from the window, which means that I probably had a huge wet spot on my butt. I rolled my eyes, turned around, and walked back into the house. Phil was still sitting on the window seat and he was now staring at me. I smiled at him and headed upstairs. People started giggling again, but I didn't care.
I grabbed my jeans out of my sleepover bag and changed into them. Phil walked into the room, and closed the door behind him.
"So, is your butt cold?" Phil smirked at me.
"No, my butt is perfectly warm, thank you very much" I stuck my tongue out at him. He just rolled his eyes.
"You're weird, you know that right?"
"Yup!" I popped the 'p'. Pushing my way past Phil, I grabbed the doorknob and twisted it. The door opened and I walked out the door, "You comin'?" I asked Phil. He nodded and walked out the door.
Once we had sat down downstairs, the song "A Drop In The Ocean" by Ron Pope, got stuck in my head.
"A drop in the ocean, A change in the weather, I was praying that you and me might end up together, It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert, But I'm holding you closer than most, 'Cause you are my heaven." I hummed it quietly as I hugged my knees.
"What song is that?" Phil asked me.
"A drop in the ocean." I looked at Phil. He was looking straight ahead.
"Cool."
The rest of the weekend went by so fast. I got many glares from Kristen, and Cristina eventually forgave me for kissing her boyfriend. Carlisle was still mad the entire time, but he tried not to let it show. I stayed over at the Cullen's for the weekend because I couldn't get over to my house in the snow. I had to borrow some of Cristina's clothes to wear, since I only had one outfit packed. The snow had mostly melted by Sunday, so we were definitely going to have school on Monday. I could eventually move my back around without it hurting much. I had a lot of fun at the Cullen's; it was always so exciting to be over there. I hoped that I could come over again soon.
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I don't feel like writing anything else right here… so yeah!! :D