“What do you think the guys are doing?” Alana questions, and we all look at each other, thinking.
“Probably beating random stuff with sticks.” Miss Patty responds in all seriousness, making us all smile.
We see the rest of the movie, and itcouldhave been better if I had understood it, even though I clapped and shoutedOh yeahwhen Mr. Darcy came to declare his love for Elizabeth, and crossed the field with fog around him.Very cinematic. Also don’t think I didn’t die inside after that hand-flex.
Afterward, the movie ends, and Allison and I leave the others in the living room to go to our room.
“I have too much energy right now.” I say as we enter the room.
“Me too! Oh my god, I was afraid you were going to want to sleep, but I’m glad.”
We stay silent for a bit, and suddenly our eyes turn wide open, and we turn to each other.
“You know what I’m thinking?” Allison questions.
“I most certainly do.” We pause and then say at the same time.
“All nighter.”
“What movie? Or what series? Orwhat game?” I ask.
Allison is thinking, and then she slowly moves her face upwards, and a child-like grin fills her face.
“For old times’ sake, I’m so down for Anne With an E.”
I go to my laptop, command Allison to put our twin beds together, and go turn off the lights. I put the show on, and we’re three episodes in and half when Gilbert Blythe appears, and Allison and I giggle like little school girls. Some things never get old. She and I might be fundamentally different, but deep down we understand each other on a level most people can’t seem to understand. Sometimes, not even I understand how a social butterfly who thrives in improv and YOLO gets along with an introvert who spent most of her school life with earphones plugged in her ears, so as not to start insignificant small talk with randos. But maybe I lack small talk in my life. Sometimes there are situations where you have to be prepared for small talk, like a life tool. I’ve always thought I would be the same person for as long as I could. If someone threw me and 12-year-old me the most controversial topics in the world, we would, for all eternity, agree with each other. But I don’t even agree witha basic thing like her favorite color being purple right now, let alone the big questions.
Maybe I’m not as socially awkward as I always thought I was. Maybe partying and staying out until late are not necessarily bad things. And maybe I’m more open-spirited than I ever gave myself credit for.
To believe you will always be the same person from the moment you were brought into this world until you leave it is foolish. Besides, why wouldn’t you want to live a thousand lives besides the ones within the book pages?
29
Rain In The Summer Is My Guilty Pleasure
There’s no need to say that our brilliant idea resulted in us being literally dead by midday, even after having lunch. We’re both currently lying on the couches, and occasionally release groans instead of actual words. But it’s not that bad, because it’sthatday. That day of summer when it rains. That day of summer when I can light up the living room and let it stay that way for the whole day, I can stay on the couch, and I can listen to my playlist for rainy days. So I do just that.
I get up from the couch and turn on the TV, connecting my phone to it. One of the songs invades the living room, and I put it on loud. I sit on the armchair by the window and open the curtains. The blend between the song and the rain is perfect. I close my eyes and just listen. But of course, this was allgood to be true. A second later, the twins burst into the room, complaining.
“It’s raining. In the summer.” Brandon whines.
I sigh, slowly opening my eyes, and turn to them, stopping the song.
“I have taken notice.” I patiently say.
“You know what that means?” Blake asks.
“It means we can’t do anything outside.” The other responds. “So you’ll just be stuck with us while we play video games.”
They wickedly grin at each other, and my life flashes before my eyes. That’s a lot of yelling, hitting, and accusing of cheating, and an endless nightmare.
When I’m about to run for my life and hide from their games, Allison groans and gets up.
“Listen, there will be no video games, and stop complaining, I need my beauty sleep.”
“It’s no lie you need a beauty sleep.” Brandon smirks.
“But we are bored.” Blake finishes.
