My eyes flutter open, the birds chirp and I remember that Flanna stayed the night. I look over and find her still curled up, fast asleep. Slowly, carefully I get off the bed, doing my best not to disturb her. It would be rude to wake her up after staying up so late last night.
I leave the bedroom door open as I make my way downstairs, into the kitchen. I gather the supplies and start cracking eggs. French toast is fairly simple- and not pancakes. I think I'm sick of them after last night. I almost gag at the thought of pancakes. Yeah, definitely sick of them.
I'm almost done frying the last piece of french toast when I hear Flanna come down the stairs.
"Good morning. I was sick of pancakes, and I don't have a waffle maker, so I figured french toast was a good idea. Are you hungry?" I greet, and then Flanna is draped over me, her arms dangling at my sides and her head on my shoulder.
"I am sooo sick of pancakes... Thank you for not making them..." She whispers.
"Flanna- could you go sit down? It's kind of difficult to use my arms right now." I say, and I feel her nod before lumbering over to the table and sitting down.
I finish up with the last slice and turn off the oven.
"I made them really custardy, I hope you don't mind," I say, putting a plate of french toast in front of Flanna.
"Custardy french toast is good..." She mumbles before cutting them up. I cut mine up as well before covering them in maple syrup. See, cutting the french toast first makes it easier for them to soak up the syrup. It makes it easier to cut than after the syrup, too.
It's official. I am the best at french toast. I gobble it down, and Flanna does as well. After I clean up the mess I made and Flanna passes out on the couch. She must be really tired. I wonder what time she usually goes to bed. Can't be as late as last night, or she'd never do anything. Then again, who in their right mind goes to bed at 2?
I sit on the arm of the couch, watching the weather lady tell me the weather in the next state over. After a half-hour of that, I give up and turn the TV off. Then, I calculate how long Flanna's been sleeping for.
"Flanna, Flanna~" I chant quietly, shaking her shoulder. "It's time to get up. You've already gotten the recommended eight hours of sleep~" She groans and turns a little, so I shake her harder. "No... You have to get up, Flanna. It's the recommended amount for a reason. Any more or less than that is bad for you... Please wake up?" Flanna sighs and sits up, rubbing her eyes. How did her hair get even worse?! I thought it was impossible for it to get more volume and knots! Oh wow... That must be a pain to deal with.
"Hey, I'm gonna go home and get changed- take a shower 'n' all that. But if ya wanna- Angie'll be back in town today. Ya wanna meet her?" Flanna asks, yawning.
"Sure, you and Jenny have talked about her a lot. I'd like to know if she lives up to what you two have been telling me." Flanna nods and stumbled around, collecting her things.
"Awesome... I'll see you at noon? My place?" Flanna asks, on her way to the door.
"Sure- but are you really going to walk through town in your pajamas?" I ask, and she shrugs.
"Wouldn't be the first time. I'll see ya in a few." Flanna leaves, waving to me over her shoulder, and I instantly feel like something's missing.
It's this weird, heavy feeling in my chest and gut, a certain kind of loneliness that I've never experienced before. It's weird.
I go and take a shower, picking out my outfit for the day. I lime green crop top, and some jean shorts, matched with my hiking boots, and a lot of spiky, punk-ish jewelry. I think the tooth necklace really compliments a punk look. Not to mention, if I look like a punk, people leave me alone.
I laugh to myself. It certainly didn't stop Flanna. I think, remembering the first time I met her when she showed up at my door with food. A lot of our relationship revolves around food, doesn't it? I guess it is an international language- one that doesn't need words. That settles it, food is the best way to make friends.
I finish getting dressed and put my hair up in a ponytail, grabbing my wallet and phone on my way out the door.!"
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