Warning: this chapter includes mention of food, family, school, swearing and (kinda) death.

These two are so close they're almost the same person.

Reyna and Piper's friendship is very important to me.

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Reyna was lying on Piper's couch when she heard her turn the shower water off. "Finally" she muttered. She had been watching a Teen Mom marathon for longer than she had liked, and that did little to get her mind from how angry she was.

Piper's mum was a journalist for some fashion magazine or the other, and she was always away, which lead to Piper hosting the most amazing sleepovers every week or so. Sure, the only one who actually attended them was Reyna, but they had fun nontheless. Besides, neither of them had friends they were so close to as each other, so they prefered it this way.

Piper had gone to football practice while Reyna had sat on the bleachers and pretended to read a copy of "The Roman Citizen" she had picked up from the library, but couldn't tear her mind away from Jason Grace. She had been so lost in thought she hand't realized she had been crushing her bookmarker between her fingers so strongly it hurt. It had been two hours since then, and still she could hardly think about anything else.

At last her friend walked into the bedroom and dropped herself on the bed after handing Reyna a bowl of snacks, groaning loudly as she did.

"I can't feel my calves so much I don't even think I have them anymore." Piper complained, extending her arms in front of her. "Can you check if my calves are still there?"

Reyna lifted the fabric of her friend's pajama pants to glance at her leg. "I can confirm your calves are still here."

"Ugh." Piper dragged themselves across the bed on their elbows in order to face the tv. "Gross. Isn't there anything else on?"

"Masterchef, some Batman movie and a few documentaries." She informed, handing Piper the remote. "Don't you have anything good taped?"

"Let me check." As she flipped through recordings of several MTV shows, Reyna made the mistake of sighing. The action quickly earned her an eye roll. "You're not telling me you're still upset about that."

She would have felt embarrased being asked that question if the interrogator hadn't been Piper. Her rivalry with Jason was a regular subject in their conversations. "So what if I am?"

"Jesus, just let it go. He's not my favourite person either, but at least we get to go through with this pen pal thing. A third of our english grade done, just like that. I can't exactly call him a monster."

"It was very good of him." Reyna replied, putting a jellybean in her mouth. "Just like everything else he does. How stressing it must be to be so damn great all the time." She could still recall how the class had pushed Miss Yara to say yes when Jason introduced his idea, and how he beamed when she said yes. "You know the point of being head of the student council isn't to make people happy. It's to make things functional."

"And that's why you're there." Piper replied, still trying to find a suitable program for the to watch. "To make people do what they're supposed to do. That's like, your special talent."

"Well when was the last time people started chanting my name for remind them of the date of the teacher parent meeting?" She held up her hand and examined her nails. Her nail polish was coming off, she had to remember to reapply it once she got home. Piper wouldn't have any nail polish laying around, she was sure. "You know, I'm actually glad he was able to fix this whole situation. In fact, I'm glad that I won't have to write another damned book report next semester. I'm just mad I didn't think of it first."

She could her Piper giggle. "Reyna, you couldn't have thought of it first. You don't have a sister in a highschool in America. There was nothing you could do about it."

"Exactly!" She replied, with a mouth full of sweets. "There was nothing I could do about it. Just like there was nothing I could have done when the zoo field trip was cancelled. But somehow Jason had acquaintances in another zoo, and we ended up going." She smacked a pillow. "Is that guy even human?"

"Probably not." Her friend tapped her on the shoulder. "Dead Poets Society. Feel like it?"

"No. But put it on anyways. I don't want to watch another shitty reality show again."