"Hey Mr. S," Miley and I ran into the house after the car had parked in the driveway. We had intended on going straight to Miley's room to watch movies all night. "Bye Mr. S," I called on our way up the stairs.
"Wait girls," Miley's dad stopped us half way up the stairs. I saw Miley roll her eyes before he appeared at the bottom. "Are we still going to make some s'mores?" He asked holding up a bag of marshmallows, we nodded and started down the stairs. "But," Mr. S held the marshmallows from our reach. "You have to go straight to bed afterwards. I don't want to send Lily home acting like a zombie."
"Fine," Miley screamed, rushing to get the marshmallows from her dad's hands. But when Mr. S made it more difficult for her, Miley started to give up, and walk towards the fireplace with her dad – who had set up s'mores sticks, chocolate and crackers. Before I reached where they were sitting, as I trying to walk through my state of dizziness, I heard Miley thank her dad. Miley looked really excited about this, I just wished I could be too.
When I reached the couch, Miley's dad looked at me – probably because I was walking in a jagged line, with his eyebrows raised, "You alright Lily?" He whispered, making sure that Miley, who was roasting her first marshmallow for the night, didn't hear. I nodded, and he gave me a look that told me that he didn't believe me, "are you sure?"
"Totally and completely," I smiled, and then got off the couch to join Miley with my own marshmallow. Before long Miley and I were laughing again, most likely because of the sugar rush of four s'mores.
I could see Miley's dad slap his forehead from the corner of my eye. He was heading towards us with his arms crossed, and a smile of his face. "Alright girls," he said, taking away our marshmallows. "I really think it's time to get to bed now." Laughing, Miley and I groaned, reaching for another marshmallow from the packet that sat in-between us. "No," Mr. S took the bag from our reach and put it on top of the fridge. "March yourselves upstairs and I'll come say good night to you when I stop hearing noise." We nodded, and he kissed both of our foreheads, "Good night."
"Good night," Miley and I said in unison as we laughed at the fact that we weren't about to move from our spot. Miley's dad turned his back for a few seconds and then realized that we weren't going up the stairs. He turned around and we both smiled and waved in innocence. Mr. S laughed and rolled his eyes, saying nothing and pointing to the stairs motioning for us to go up them.
"Alright, alright," Miley gave up and took my hand to drag me up the stairs. "We'll just watch a couple movies when we get up to my room," Miley told me when we'd gone up half way. "He'll never know if we put the volume of low." I nodded, and we continued to go up the stairs when all a sudden I felt dizzier than I had ever been before. I reached for the railing, and held onto it as tight as my weak arms could hold. When I felt like I was falling I gripped the railing with my other arm, and the room was starting to spin. I felt so weak, I couldn't even hold on anymore, my legs were going to give out and I was going to fall. I'm not sure, but I think I called out to Miley, who was already up the stairs. The last thing I remember hearing was two people calling my name.