Gina comes round on Saturday night for a sleepover. She only calls a few

minutes before she comes, so I’m still wearing my pyjamas and I don’t

even have time to put my iPod back in my room after hanging up the

phone because Gina bangs on the door when I’m halfway up the stairs.

“Hey Gina,” I hug my friend quickly. She looks upset.

“Hey Kara,” she replies and we dump her stuff in my room and sit down on

my bed.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“James dumped me.”

I gasp and hug Gina. I’ve had plenty of experience with crying girls because

they’ve been dumped by their boyfriends.

“When?”

“A bit before I called you. He said he just didn’t think it was working out!”

“That is so low,” I almost always say this when one of my friends comes

crying to me. I don’t know if I actually mean it, but it seems to cheer them

up.

“I know! And tomorrow was our two month anniversary.”

Gina dissolves into tears and I hug her. We sit in silence- well, as silent as

you can get with a heart-broken girl sobbing into your shoulder- until my

phone rings.

It’s Carmen.

“Hey Car,” I say, while rubbing Gina’s back.

“Hey Kara, is Gina with you?”

“Yeah, she is. Why?”

“I’m coming over. I’ll call Bianca and tell her what’s happening.”

Carmen doesn’t give an explanation, just hangs up. 10 minutes later

Carmen and Bianca are sitting on my floor, and we’re discussing stupid

guys.

“So why exactly did you guys come over?” I ask Carmen and Bianca.

“We heard about Gina and James and had to come over.”

I look at Gina.

“I called Carmen before you, then rushed over.”

I nod and stand up.

“Well, it’s pouring,” I glance outside where the rain was coming down harder

than I’ve ever seen it. “So I guess you guys will be staying the night. I’ll

tell mum and order some pizza for dinner. Do you guys want to call

your ‘rents and tell them?”

“I said I’d end up staying the night,” Carmen says, and Bianca pulls out

her mobile.

I leave the room and grab the kitchen phone, dialling the pizza place

number while explaining to mum that my friends are staying the night.

Mum nods and I order the pizzas. We always get a medium Hawaiian,

medium magarittea and a medium meat-lovers.

“Is that all?” The person on the other side of phone asks.

“Yes, thankyou.”

“No problem. Your pizza’s will be there in 20 minutes.”

I hang up and run back upstairs. The others have moved on from guys to

music. Now this is a conversation I can join in on. When Carmen mentions

a new artist, I grab and album off my shelf and hand it to her.

“It’s really good. I got it a couple of weeks ago. Just give it back to me on

Monday.”

Carmen nods and grins. “Thanks Kara.”

“No problem.”

I hear the doorbell ring. I quickly grab my purse and run down the stairs.

“What do I owe you?” I ask, opening the door and my purse, not looking

up.

“Thirty dol- Kara?”

I look up and see Ray. He’s a little wet, but not much. I hand him $30 and

he hands me the pizza’s.

“I didn’t know you had a job.” I remark.

“Yeah, well, why would you?”

I laugh and shrug. “I guess. But isn’t it horrible working with all this food?”

Ray laughs. “It would be, but I eat lots before I go to work, otherwise

nobody would get their pizza’s.”

I nod, grinning, and sort of wave my elbnow because my hands are bust

holding the pizza boxes.

“I guess you have a lot more deliveries to do?”

“Yeah,” Ray looks back at the van where another guy is waiting in the

drivers seat. “Well, seya on Monday. And don’t forget my album.”

I smile. “I won’t. It’s great.”

Ray walks back to the van and I close the front door with my foot.

“Finally!” Carmen exclaims when I enter my bedroom with the pizza. “What

took you so long?”

“I was talking.”

“To who?”

“Ray, he works for Pizza Hut.”

Carmen nods and put a piece of each type of pizza on her plate. Bianca

grabs two Hawaiian and Gina just takes a meat-lovers. I take two

magarittea’s and a Hawaiian. The conversation turns to movies.

“We should go see the new Cameron Diaz movie tomorrow,” Carmen says.

We nod and eat in silence.

“I am so screwed,” Bianca yawns as we finish our Harry Potter marathon. I

own all four current movies, and we just watched all four.

“So am I,” Gina yawns too. “I don’t think we’ll be seeing that movie-” she

looks up at the clock “-today.”

I nod in agreement and lie down on my bed.

The girls leave at two. I log onto my Hotmail account and open the latest

email. It’s from Ray.

Hey Kara,

I’ve got an extra ticket 2 the Nelly Furtado show at the Rodlaver arena coz

my bro bailed on me to go out with his gf.

Wanna come? It’s next Sat at 7:30. It ends late but my dad is picking me

up, we can give you a lift home.

What do ya say?

Ray.

I run downstairs and explain the situation to mum, who tells me to slow

down. I nod and slowly explain that Ray has an extra ticket to a concert

and he’s inviting me. Mum questions who Ray is, how much it will cost, what

time I’ll be home and how I’ll get home over and over again. Finally she

says yes. I hug her and run back up to my computer.

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