Finding You

chapter 29

Her legs are outstretched on my couch, leaving little space for me to sit. She chokes down the last fruit snacks she stole left from my cupboard joyfully, like she didn't just commit a crime. Now what was I going to eat for snack?

"You ate the last fruit snack didn't you?" I ask Savannah.

She channel surfs and nods her head. Mom takes the moment to give me options of heathy snacks.

"How about some apples or celery? I could make you ants on a stick if you like."

I was looking for something more sweet, but knowing how much she missed making those when I was younger, I agree. "Yeah, thanks mom. I'll have five sticks."

I sit on the couch with Savannah. She stops on Spongebob. It's the episode where he forgets how to tie his shoes.

"We've seen this one a thousand times," I comment.

"We've seen all of them a thousand times," she corrects.

My mom comes with my snack in record time. "Thanks mum. Love you so much."

"You're welcome sweetie. You girls need anything else just tell me."

"Okay mom." I hear her office door shut. "Clingy I tell you," I joke to Savannah.

"Don't change the subject! We're talking about school."

I scrunch my face up. "No we weren't."

"The end is so close. Do you realize that we have a month left?"

I think about it and count the weeks. "Oh my God, you're right!"

With everything that's happened, school ending hadn't even crossed my mind. Although I can't say the same for Savannah.

"I mean, that's four weeks left to piss off Mrs. Draker. Four weeks to mess with boys. Four weeks to possibly start a food fight. You know we've wanted to do that for forever. We're seniors, it's our last chance."

Her last few sentences plant an idea in my head for tomorrow. But she's right. This is it. I need to stop worrying about Ryder for a while. At least until I graduate.

"You're right. We gonna graduate," I say.

She smiles giddily. "Yeah, but not before we get to go to prom!" she squeals. "You have no idea how excited I am."

I raise my eyebrows at her. "More excited than I am?"

"Hell yeah! I am so ready," she says, smiling.

Savannah has been dreaming of prom day since we were in grade school. From dressing up in dresses and playing prom to watching every cheesy prom movie, she was all about it.

"And I really hope you know who asks me soon. Do you know how many hot guys I've turned down? Too many. I'm getting impatient," she complains.

"Chill out, Sav. Nobody has asked me yet."

"Yeah, Tyler is just slow."

"It's Zyler, and how do you know he's gonna ask me? I don't think he likes people enough to go to prom."

She laughs. "I think he likes you enough to go to prom."

I roll my eyes at her. "Whatever. But I know Ethan will ask you. He's like, head over heels for you."

Savannah's response is cut off by the front door opening. I check my phone. Who would be coming at 6:30? I wasn't expecting anyone.

"Who's at the door?" I yell out, exchanging a look with Savannah.