Christina was sitting on her bed, later that night, around ten, and was reading one of her favorite books. Michelle was sick, and you would think it would be a quiet night. Well you thought wrong.
"CHRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!"
A high squeal filled the room. This was the seventh time she had needed something in the past fifteen minutes. Oh well. At least she didn't have her bullhorn here.
"COMING!' Chris yelled.
She walked down the short hallway to Michelle's room. The apartment was fairly small for the both of them, but would have been fine for one person. It had a small kitchen, a dining room and TV room combined next to that, and there was a short hallway which led to a small study where Christina's computer was, a nice sized bathroom, and two small bedrooms. it wasn't bad, for what they could afford.
The whole house was painted white, which was going to change soon. The next weekend they were going to personalize their home for the next four years. They planned on painting each room a new color, and their parents were generously paying to give them new carpet in the TV/dining room, a new couch, and cabel TV. That they certainly needed, Christina thought.
"Chris, are you there?" Michelle said as pathetically as possible.
"Yeah, I'm coming." Christina said.
"Oh Chris! Thank goodness you're here! What would I do without you?!?!" Michelle exclaimed.
"Uh, drive some one else up the wall twenty four hours a day, and you are never this polite, so, what do you want?"
"geez……. What do I have to do to get you out of a bad mood and B, get some service?
Christina just rolled her eyes.
"Don't roll your eyes at me!"
"What do you want Michelle?"
I want some ginger ale, ice cream, cough drops, juice, seven up, Popsicle's, cheese in a can, hot chocolate, cough syrup, apples, crackers, oranges, carrots, soup, and some cigarettes." She said in one breath.
"I'm not going to the store at ten o clock, and two, you gave up smoking last summer, so no to all of it. You are just playing up a common cold, Michelle, with whining and a lot of made up symptoms. I've known you for 8 years, and I have learned from every single minute of it. When you get sick, you play it up all the time, you know you do, so don't deny it" Christina replied.
"You're no fun"
" I don't care"
"You should"
"Well I don't"
"hmp"
With that, Michelle disappeared under her covers.
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