#alikat

now that she was older than, well, 12, sleepovers turned into girls talking about boys & school & other boring things she couldn’t care less about. they were just a way to get out of that house. a way to feel like a normal teenager. she sat up looking around to see if anyone else was awake, wanting to see at least one set of open eyes. not being able to tell, she quietly stood herself up off the bed -- which she of course insisted on having, even if she had to share with someone she didn’t care for -- & made her way over to the only person she was actually interested in being around.

ali was good at faking it with the other girls she went to school with. play their game, fit in her social role, get along. it was an active decision to do so. it made life easier, even if it made things less interesting. maybe that was why she found herself sitting on her knees in front of the seemingly asleep katrina. she was bored of the night, & even if the couple of other teenagers in the room were asleep did not mean that her night was over.

“hey,” she whispered, hoping it was at least loud enough to get the attention the other girl. she tapped her on the forehead a couple of times, a small playful smirk forming on her face as she did so.”katrina,” that time was a little louder. “wanna go raid the kitchen & see if they have pop tarts or something else midnight snack worthy?”