“What time is it?” I whine, not at all pleased at being woken in this manner.
“Ten.”
“Have you lost your ever-loving mind?” I grab a pillow and throw it at her, which she promptly dodges.
“Yeah. You know I’m a crazy bitch.”
“Out,” I order.
“Uh-uh.” Mia clucks her tongue. “We’re going shopping for the party tonight.”
“Why do I have to go?”
“You ditched me in Denver, and all I ask—”
“Okay, okay,” I grumble, interrupting her tirade. “I’ll go.”
“Awesome saucesome.” She does a little dance. “Get ready, we leave in thirty.”
“Caffeine?” I ask, yawning and stretching.
“Yep, I’ll grab you a cup, sweetcakes,” she says, bounding from the room.
It’s too early for her to be so freaking energetic.
I sit up and scoot to the edge of the bed. “For heaven’s sake, please shut that racket off,” I yell over the blaring lyrics.
“I’ll turn it down,” she shouts.
She returns and hands me a mug. I sip the hot liquid, moaning as the deliciousness erupts over my taste buds.
“Chop-chop, slowpoke.”
“Jeez, can I drink my coffee first?”
“Yeah, just hurry the hell up.”
“I’ll chug it down and scorch my esophagus,” I deadpan, sarcasm clear in my tone.
“Great.” She beams, skipping out the door.
“Breakfast?” I call after her.
“We’ll grab something before we hit the stores.”
“Cool beans.”
Mia glances at the grocery list, then dumps three big bags of potato chips in the shopping cart already loaded with a couple hundred dollars’ worth of food.
“Are we feeding an army?” I gesture towards said items. “How many people did you invite to this shindig?”
“Around thirty, give or take a few.”
“Really, Mia?”
“What?” she asks innocently.
“The apartment isn’t big enough to accommodate that many people.”
