Sealed With A Diss.

Chapter 24

|Chapter 24|

"Put your dish in the dish washer!"

"But Mom!" I complain, rolling over on the couch and pushing my face into the pillow.

"Now, Ashlynn!"

"Hmph."

I stand up and trudge into the kitchen, dragging my feet along the way. I sigh tiredly, and finally reach the counter. I take my cereal bowl and put it in the dish washer, kicking the down closed.

"There!" I shout up to mom. "You happy?"

"Very."

Sighing, I put a hand on my hip and go back out to the couch. As I'm about to plop back down, my phone starts buzzing.

Ugh. It's Harper.

"Yes?"

"Ash!"

"Harper."

I could picture her brow crinkle, "Why do you sound so sad?"

"I'm not sad, I'm tired."

"Oh."

"What is it Harper?"

"Well, I'm coming over."

"Now?"

"Yeah."

"But I'm not ready yet," I complain, pouting.

"Well you should get ready soon, considering I'm outside your house, so..."

"Harper," I groan. "I haven't had my tea yet. I'm not alive."

"Sorry, not sorry." She giggles.

I roll my eyes, "Just come inside."

I fall down on the couch and lean back on the pillow. Putting a hand on my forehead, I close my eyes and hear the door open. Harpers feet walk along the ground, before I feel her sit down next to me. I peep open one eye and see Harper peering at me curiously.

"What?" I drawl slowly, leaning my head back on the couch.

"You look dead." She states flatly.

"No, really?" I ask sarcastically.

"Why are you so tired?" Harper probes, her eyes narrowing.

I pretend to think, "Hmmm, could it maybe be the fact that it's oh, I don't know, like eight in the morning!"

"Yeah? Well you're still up!" Harper defends, crossing her arms.

"I'm not up voluntarily." I kneed the bridge between my eyes.

"What do you mean?" Harpers questions, and I point to the door.

"Someone got hungry," I sigh.

"Pepper?" Harper asks, and I nod silently, rubbing my temples.

"She wouldn't shut the hell up." I answer sharply, groaning.

There's no response so I look at Harper and she stares at me. I give her a curious look and she raises an eye brow.

"Well?" She questions expectantly.

"Well, what?" I ask her, and she sighs.

"How did the date go?" She pesters, looking at me.

I feel my cheeks heat up and I look down at the rug, "Good."

"That's it?" Harper probes, narrowing her eyes are me.