The sunlight reflected through the glass window and brightened my bedroom as I pulled the curtains open. It felt good to sense the heat of summer after nine months of school. I glanced outside the window,
daydreaming of what fun would bring to three months of summer vacation. I had to put everything on pause
when I heard loud knocks on my bedroom door.
“The door isn’t locked!” I shouted loud enough that everyone in my neighborhood could hear. The door creaked as it was slowing open. Alliya poked her head in. Alliya and I had been best friends ever since we took our first breath. She was annoying,conceited, stubborn, and practically a spoiled brat. I frequently told her whenever she stepped on my nerves. Alliya, in the other hand, had her cute sides too. A good example would be how her perkiness brought life to everyone around her.
“I totally forgot that you guys are coming over today,” I told Alliya who was taking forever to walk toward my direction. She looked directly into my eyes and made her way to where I was.
“Jake is coming over too?” she asked in enthusiasm.
Jake was our best guy friend. I’d been knowing Jake for as long as I’d known Alliya or maybe even longer. I introduced Alliya to Jake about two years ago on my thirteenth birthday. I could tell since then that Alliya had a thing for Jake. I pretended I didn’t know because that spoiled brat would probably make me hook them up. Beyond that, Jake and I were secretly liking each other.
The day started as usual. I got out of bed. My eyes sore from lack of sleep. My feet hit the cold floor, sending a shudder through my spine. It's a shame. In the winter, the weatherman will tell you that tomorrow will be a warm one, but warm for winter in New York is still blisteringly cold (Weather 53). I looked at the clock. 7: 50 AM. No time for breakfast. I had to get to work. In this ...
“Yes, he is,” I responded to Alliya’s question. “We have to find something…”
“When is he coming?” she cut me of as if I hadn’t said anything.
Alliya caught my eyes glaring at her. In her innocent voice she apologized. “Oops, sorry Aleed…what were you going to say?”
I ignored her silliness. A couple hours later, Jake was at the front door. Alliya volunteered to greet him. She ran across halls, down the stairs, and to the front door. From upstairs I could hear her loud and clear as she yelled, “JAKE!”
My heart dropped to the ground when Jake approached into my room. We made eye contact and smiled. We both wished we could do more but Alliya was in the way.
“What do you guys want to do today?” I asked.
“We should watch a movie in here,” Alliya said staring at Jake.
“On a sunny day?” I drew her attention away from Jake,”No way, we have to get out there!”
Alliya disagreed. “You can go by yourself. Jake and I will stay here.” I bit my bottom lip and sucked in a deep breath. Alliya is a freak, I thought to myself.
“Why don’t we watch a movie then go out…” Jake suggested.
“Whatever you say,” the spoiled brat agreed without hesitating.
I tried not to make any comment. I wanted to slap Alliya but I had to play my nice. Not because Jake was there but because Alliya would make a big deal out of it.
“Alright then, Alliya and I will grab snacks and drinks and you, Jake, can get the movie started,” I ordered.
“Excuse me, no, I’m going to stay with Jake,” she said, refusing to go, “Jake might have trouble, you know, getting the movie started.”
I figured that it was something that I had to get used to. I didn’t want the friendship between Alliya and I to slip away.
The snack closet was full of my favorite snacks. Snickers bars, Milky Way bars, Chocolate Chip Cookies, Teddy Grahams and I also found my all time favorite strawberry cheesecake in the refrigerator. Thanks to my mom. I cleared out the snack closet and hurried to my room. I stopped by the door to listen to the conversation between Alliya and Jake. I listened carefully as one spoke.
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“Jake, I like you,” Alliya confessed to Jake, “I’ve been liking you ever since the first time we met. I know you like me too. We don’t have to hide our feelings anymore.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. I’d never thought my best friend would be so much embarrassing. I relocated myself to where I could see what was going on and hear the rest of the conversation.
“I’m sorry, you can only be a friend,” Jake said without making eye contact with Alliya.
Alliya’s eyes grew bigger than they already were. “You’re lying. You love me, admit it!” She hugged Jake from the behind. Jake unwrapped Alliya’s tiny arms and let them fall loosely.
“Aleed is the only girl I will love.”
Alliya was stunned by the rejection. To her stubbornness, she protested, “You’re lying. You love me and you know it. Aleed is an excuse. You’re just shy.”
I tried to be as quiet as possible and stepped closer to the door so I could have a better glance. Jake spotted me. He cleared his throat and spoke as loud as he could.
“Quit lying to yourself. Aleed and I have been liking each other even before I knew you.”
My heart pounded nonstop. Alliya’s hand slowly swung across Jake’s face. I dropped the snacks and ran into the room. I pulled Alliya away from Jake.
“Alliya, stop it already!” I screamed at her.
She collapsed to the ground lifelessly and started to cry. “You should’ve told me,” she sobbed.
“You spoiled brat,” I tried not to cry as I embraced her.
“I’m sorry for causing so much trouble.” She hugged me. Tears ran down my cheeks. Why can’t I stay mad at her, I thought. Alliya wiped my tears and I wiped hers. The two of us looked at each other and laughed.
“The movie will start soon,” Jake said, pointing to the screen.
Alliya pulled herself up and headed to where I left the snacks.
“Aleed, you forgot to get the drinks!” Alliya exclaimed while picking up the snacks I’d dropped. “I’ll be right back.”
She left Jake and I in the bedroom. No one talked.
“I’ll pause the movie,” I said and started looking for the remote. I searched everywhere and couldn’t find the remote. “Great, no remote.”
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Jake giggled. “Silly, I have the remote.”
No wonder girls like him, I thought to myself. I watched as Jake put the movie on pause. He settled himself down on my bed. I wanted to throw myself into his laps, to hug him real tight, and to tell him I love you. I resisted myself from thinking. I didn’t want to imagine what would happen if Jake and I were dating and I would hate to lose either Jake or Alliya. I walked toward the window and daydreamed. The starting of summer was already awesome. I couldn’t wait to find out what it’d be like later on.