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AC/DC blared to life, waking the prone girl tangled in the sheets. "Ughhh." The girl moaned, sounding more like a zombie than a human. "Harriet, can you get that?" She called out from underneath her pillow where she was hiding from the sunbeams streaming through the window.
"I don't know why listen to this." Harriet grumbled as she dragged her body to the singing alarm. "It's so bad."
That woke the girl up. Dark blonde hair was swept aside to reveal a pretty face, brilliant green eyes, and a splash of freckles. Except that it was wearing a scowl. "Harriet Carter, you take that back! AC/DC is the best!" She frowned, crossing her arms to make her point.
"Okay, Emma Williams! AC/DC is…. not repulsive." After thinking it over, Emma nodded, accepting the statement.
"That's more like it! Now come on, or we'll be late for Psychology and you know how pissed Mrs. Fielding will get if we are."
All she got was a grunt. After a second, Harriet muttered, "Except that she adores you." Even though it was barely a whisper, Emma still turned, now fully dressed in faded jeans, a white tank top, and a purple flannel shirt over it, with a frown.
"She does not adore me." Harriet's head snapped up, face full of shock.
"How did you even hear that? Jeez, Em you have superhero hearing."
"Ears of a Hunter!" Emma blurted out without thinking. Her brow crinkled in confusion. Where had 'hunter' come from? Harriet had already moved on, missing the look on her best friends face.
"When you're not working out or playing sports, you're in her room. Studying, doing homework, or just talking to her. You practically live there! Should I worry about you replacing me as a best friend?" Harriet joked, mock suspicion on her pretty face.
Emma grinned, her slip-up forgotten. "Ha-ha. We've got a real comedian here." She said dryly. "She's like a mom to me. I love her. You would too if you gave her a chance." Harriet wrinkled her nose.
"Meh, I guess so. But unlike you, I actually want a social life at college." Emma snorted, rolling her eyes as she pulled on her sturdy black boots."So you'll go to Titanium with me?" Harriet asked, hazel eyes full of hope.
Emma wrinkled her nose, copying her best friend. "A night club? But finals are in two weeks. We should probably…" She caught the look on Harriet's face. "blow it off and get horribly drunk."
"You mean I get horribly drunk. You can hold your alcohol better than anybody I know." Emma smirked, shrugging on her gray backpack.