Freefall ✓

13 | primrose

Some people are worth melting for

—olaf (Frozen)

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AUDREY

It was a lovely clear day. The bright sky a backdrop of baby-blue, the clouds puffs of bliss reflecting rays of lucid sunshine and the breeze as affectionate as a furry kitten. Just the perfect evening to go out. . .

—jogging. 

Yes, you've read it right. 

Fun fact: Syd suggested we go out for a jog. Even funner: I agreed.

I probably wasn't thinking straight at that moment. Actually, I wasn't thinking at all at that moment because my eyes were busy grasping precious gatherings of words off the smoky pages of a novel I was currently on. Syd must have used my engrossed state to her advantage when she somehow got me to say yes to her bizarre idea.

I was in the process of wiggling a pair of purple Puma leggings on when the doorbell rang. Why did I have to have such a punctual best friend? Zipping my hoodie and groaning, I ran towards the door.

"Heya! Ready for the work-out sesh of our lives?" A very zestful Sydney sang out, running in place on my doorstep. She was wearing an army green Adidas tracksuit and holding a fancy sports water bottle. So extra. . .

"Yeah, about that, I was actually gonna tell you," I made a face, "not a very good idea. Look, it's super cold and we're not dressed appropriately. We don't wanna catch a cold, right? Plus I think I pulled my shoulder—"

She rolled her eyes sternly. "Oh sure, excuses, excuses. It's your best friend who you're talking to, Aud— quit being lazy and let's go do this!" She took a nippy sip from her water bottle, turning around and starting to run. "Giddy up!"

"No—wait! Syd!" I called after her but her running pace remained unchanged. I stifled another groan. "Syd! Sydney!"

"Try to outrun me!" Was her only response as she got farther and farther away from me.

"Sydney! Sydney Rae, for the love of everything that's—" I yelled once again, soon realising that she was already too far away, "darn it," I muttered to myself and shut the front door, beginning to run after her to try and catch up. The cold slammed onto me. Ugh. I couldn't believe I was doing this.

"Hey!" I shouted, almost out of breath, when I finally reached her. "Wait, slow down, slow down. You know how—you know how. . .out of shape I am. Are you trying to kill me?" I managed to verbalise, huffing, and puffing like a train.

"That's not the attitude!" she exclaimed, full of energy and this annoying positivity.

"Gosh, you sound like Papa Smurf," I burst out, receiving a laugh from her. 

"This way!" She turned around the corner, picking her pace up even more.

"Noo—wait!" I yelled once again, my attempts to get her to slow down as useless as the 'p' in Psychology.

A turn of events followed, however.

Basically, an hour into this torturous activity I managed to trip on a rock and actually sprain my ankle.  And even though I had tried to assure her stubborn ass a million times that it wasn't her fault, Sydney was feeling guilty. She insisted for me to come over, telling me she had an ice pack at home to treat for my injury. 

To be honest, I think everybody had an ice pack in their freezer, but I didn't argue with her further.

I have to admit that apart from the initial pain it caused, my injury ended up having a lot of positive consequences. As a first, I didn't have to be running in the cold anymore.