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"I still can´t get over the fact that my mom is your teacher," Jen filled her mouth with another piece of her pink cupcake and chewed it quickly, ready to bite the rest. Sitting on the floor, while I was laying on Jen´s bed, beside her, leaning on my elbows, Jackie shrugged.
"She´s cool, you know. Not like those teachers who think we don´t have anything else to do so they send us thousands of homeworks every class," of course, Jackie had to make some observation about home works. She was the kind of student you would never see studying, but she still would have better grades than almost anyone I know. And she complains about homework… "My history teacher is horrible though. He is that old man with the grey hair."
Cleaning the sugar on the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand, with a discrete smile, I asked her "Mr. Colvar?" Jackie nodded "He is my neighbor! Mr. Colvar is not bad, just a bit…"
"Slow?" Jen arched her eyebrow, with a slight smirk. "I´m kind of scared of very old people, to be honest. It´s like the smallest think I do can make them get scared to death," she shivered and made of her typical weird/funny faces.
"Yeah… Jen, the old people killer!" we burst out into laugher – with no big reason for it, though. Teenager issues, I guess - and kept eating our colorful cupcakes.
God, I love cupcakes. But mom and her healthy diets are totally against it, hence I can only eat them at Jen´s, Jackie´s or Xander´s, although Alexander always eats half of my cupcakes because "I´m a guy, my muscle and handsomeness doesn´t appear by magic, I need to eat a lot!" I didn´t know cupcakes could make someone strong and handsome, but oh well.
We stayed at Jen´s for a more couple of hours, before my mom picked me and Jackie and took her to her house. It was the second week of classes, so we were already used to our class mates and teachers, but not to the homework. Never the homework. After that day´s classes, me and Jennifer went to her house watch "Mean Girls" again. I even saw Josh, her boyfriend since last January, and it was impossible to don´t think they are one of the cutest couples in the world when Jen leaned a bit down to kiss him - she´s taller than Josh, but no one seems to care. It was so funny to watch it with Jen since we would mute the movie and talk like we were the characters according to their lip reading. We couldn´t even finish the movie, we would start laughing and making comments about the characters and each other´s "performances" at the lip reading. It was a really funny afternoon, until Jackie called me, demanding me to run to the mall, because she was having an emergency. Being the goody-goody girl I am, I dragged Jen to the mall without even wondering why our friend needed help. My brain could only absolve the words "mall" and "emergency". When we got there, Jackie was in a cupcake store, with that focused expression which makes her look two years older – and the type of person you would think was a fan of homework.
"Wha-at happened?" I asked, trying to catch my breath after running up the street. Jackie glanced at me and at Jennifer and then back at the box of cupcakes in her hand.
"I can´t choose… I mean, why couldn´t they mix all the cupcakes here instead of separating them in different packs? It´s not fair!" I heard Jen agreeing, also complaining about the number of ´beautiful, little, magical cakes´ which came in packs.
I got a bit upset with them, especially Jackie, but in the moment they offered me a box with six mouthwatering cupcakes I couldn´t help but forget it all and grin like a kid in the Christmas morning - I can bet my eyes even twinkled. And that, my friends, is the cupcake power.
When mom and I got home, the first thing I did was to run upstairs to my room and open my laptop, quickly checking on my Tumblr account. A smile spreads on my lips as I see I got two new followers and reblogged two black and white pictures before closing the laptop again and taking my shoes off. I hide the box with the rest of cupcakes under my bed, where I know my mom or Maddie will never look, and take a quick shower.
When I walked back to my bedroom, grabbing the towel against my chest so it wouldn´t fall, my phone started ringing. It was a Taylor Swift´s song, so I already knew who was calling me. I had chosen that ring on purpose to upset Xander, since he didn´t like one of my favorite singers and made sure he would mock me any time I bought her new album.
"Hello? Who is this?!" I try to make my voice sound deeper and masculine. I don´t think it is necessary to say I always fail big time "I don´t know this number."
"Hum… I´m sorry," my hand covered my mouth so he wouldn´t hear my giggles. I loved pranking Xander, it was hilarious. I didn´t have to see him to know he was frowning heavily and rubbing his chin. "But it says the number is right…"
"Hello, Xander," a chuckle escaped from lips "How could you have the wrong number, duh? I mean, I don´t change my number for years, silly!" he grumbled.
"Don´t make fun of me, Isabelle! You should find a better hobby, you know, some which is not about pranking people. Or trying to…" my eyes narrowed and I instinctively wrinkled my nose "Ugh. I don´t even remember why I called you anymore! Thank you so much".
Smirking, I teased my friend "You´re welcome, Xander. My services are at your display," I chuckled "But, jokes aside, try to remember what you were going to tell me while I dry my hair. Call me in five minutes," he agreed and hanged up.
I swear I tried to get dressed and dry my hair in the five minutes I told him to wait, but it was not enough. And then I tried to finish in ten minutes and pick the phone, but Madeline called me because I had taken something borrowed from her – a grey shirt, I think – and she wanted to use it in the following day. Final result: I only got to call Xander again twenty minutes later.
"Isabelle? Is that you? I thought you were dead or something, with all the time you took to call me," rolling my eyes, my exhausted body fell on the bed with a sigh.
"I´m pretty much alive, thank you. So, do you already know what you called me for?"
The low sound coming from the other line gave me the idea that he was rubbing his eyes, a typical sign of nervousness when it came to my friend. I could read him like an open book, and what I was reading was that he had something to tell me and was trying to avoid the subject. "I do know what I have to tell you. But I don´t know how to tell it… or ask it, actually."
Playing with a lock of my dark hair, I closed my eyes and yawned. "Take your time, buddy. I don´t even have to sleep, you know. I´m like a modern vampire," his nervous laughter brought shivers down my spine and a sigh ran off of my lips. I opened my eyes again and looked at ceiling, where my father had painted a dark blue sky with stars shining in yellow and green – because I was a stubborn kid who wanted stars to be green. A sad smile spreads on my lips, like it does every time I think about dad. I wish he was there, at home with me and mom and Maddie. But he is not, so I just stare at the sky painted on my bedroom and pretend he never left.
"You always know what to say, don´t you?" I nod, even though Xander can´t see me "Just promise me you won´t drink my blood…" the fake fear in his voice provokes me to roll my eyes.
"Xander, my mom is a vegan! Do you think she would let me drink Human blood if we were vampires? I would probably have to drink soy blood!"
"I had no idea they had already invented that type of blood," and there he is, trying to change the subject. Xander keeps talking about vampires and blood, and fake blood and sharp teeth and I let him, because I know that if I try to force an answer from him I will never have it. "… and that is why I would rather be an old vampire like Dracula instead of a vampire-fairy like Edmund," I frown. Edmund?
"Alexander… It´s Edward. Ed-war-d."
"It´s the same thing…"
"No, it´s not!" I laugh "Anyway, I bet you didn´t call me to talk about vampires. And I really, really need to sleep."
"Uhm. Okay, I will tell you… ask you, whatever," a low noise caught my attention and my eyes turned to the door, which I was sure I had left closed. Jennings, yawning in the way and stucking his tongue out, stepped next to my bed. Then he jumped and before I could anything I had the cuttest dog on my lag. Giggling, I softly stroked Jenning´s fur "I need your help with something, Izzy."
"My help?" my eyebrows arched instinctively in curiosity "What do you want my help for?"
A loud sound came from the other line, probably a car or a bike honking. Alex had a strange habit to stay outside the house, sitting on steps in front of his house, just looking at the street and the sky until he was sleepy enough to sleep. I had staid awake with him until two a clock before, staring at the stars in the sky whith a blanket on my back and his arm around my waist. Anyone seeing us would think we were dating, althought we were just very close friends. But even knowing that the chances of that changing were minimal, I couldn´t help but wish he loved me back everytime we saw stars together. Perhaps it would help… but it hadn´t and I doubted it would.
"Well, I know you have that guy friend, Calvin or whatever his name is, and he got you tickets for a concert some months ago…"
I chuckled "Colin. His name his C.O.L.I.N," Alex grumbles and I can picture him nodding with a scowl. He doesn´t like Colin, that is for sure, but he stoped disliking him so much when my other guy friend got me three tickets for a concert which was sold out. Like any normal person would do, I went to the concert with Colin and managed to convince Alex to come with us. We had a great time together and a huge headache in the following day due to all the screaming from the fans - and oursleves "Oh, I know what you want," winking like he could see me, I wrinkled my nose "Who do you pretend to take to the concert?"
At the end of our conversation, I am smiling widely. In two months, if I convince Colin to get us about nine tickets, Alex, one of his friends - about who he gave no details about -, me, Jen, Josh, Jackie and Maddie and Jack plus Colin will be in a Kesha´s concert. I was really excited about it and I was sure mom would let me go, since she knows both Colin and Alex would kick anyone´s ass if they messed with me. Actually, I think all my friends would do that, for more idiot they can me some times.
I fall asleep right after ending the call with a meekly "See you tomorrow" to Alex. I close my eyes and feel the butterflies in my stomach calming down now that his voice is not sounding at my ears anymore. In my dream, we are in a field with green cupcakes instead of grass and flying muffins in the place of birds.
Once I wake up, I wish my future will be as sweet as that dream.