Not the Same

Cat, Ricky, and Juice

Cat’s POV

(Alarm clock ringing)

            I slowly open my eyes and roll over in my bed to turn off my alarm clock. Looking at the time it’s 10:30 am. I pull off the comforter and sit up and rub my eyes, removing my eye crust. I walk over to my bedroom door and open it. The light hurts a little, but my eyes then quickly adjust to the light. I walk out of my room to see Joey in the kitchen. “What’re you making, Joey,” I ask.

            “I’m making eggianyas,” Joey says with a smile.

            “Can you make me some too, please,” I ask with a puppy dog eyes.

            “Well since you’re doing something for me, sure,” Joey says.

            “Thanks,” I say.

            I walk to the bathroom and take a quick shower. Afterwards, I put on my robe and head back to my room. I flip the switch and turn on my lights. I walk over to my mirror and grab my hair dryer and brush and start fixing my hair up. After I’m done, I walk to my closet and pick out a green t-shirt and a pair of blue skinny jeans.

            I walk back to see Joey at the kitchen counter eating his eggs. Beside him I see my plate of eggs with a fork. I walk over to it and start eating. “You ready to talk to Ricky,” Joey asks.

            “Of course,” I say. I look at my watch and see that it is 11:30 am.

            RING RING

            I hear my phone ringing in my pocket. I pull it out to see that it is Ricky. Confused, I answer it, “Hello?”

            “Hey, it’s me,” Ricky said. “Mr. Rogers decided to let Connor and I leave early. So, if you’re ready, I’ll be up at our house. See you then.”

            “Alright, I’ll be there in around twenty minutes, bye,” I tell him and hang up the phone.

            “Who was that,” Joey asks.

            “It was Ricky,” I tell him. “He said he’s ready for me to pick him up.”

            “Oh boy,” Joey says excitedly.

            “Now Joey, don’t get your hopes up,” I tell him.

            “I know, but it is fun to hope and dream,” he says.

            “I’ll see you later, Joey,” I tell him as I grab my car keys.

            “Bye,” Joey yells as I exit the apartment.