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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