Let's Burn Our Dreams Into the Skyline
Sleepover... Without The Sleepover.
We all sat silently on Max’s couch as we “hardcore” brainstormed ideas.
“Sex?” Ryland suggested.
Gabe’s eyes lit up, “Hell yeah!”
I rolled my eyes and Max shouted, “Fuck no, not in my house.”
“Then what are we going to do?” Ryland asked glumly, sinking back into the couch and scowling.
“BRAIN-BLAST!” I screamed, jumping up and bouncing up and down. The excitement of my wonderful idea was making me high.
“What?” Alex asked, looking at me oddly.
“I have an idea, duh,” I rolled my eyes again and grinned like crazy, “So, how about a sleepover, but like… without the sleepover?”
“You mean we could paint our nails and talk about boy bands!?” Gabe asked crazily in a girly voice. I sighed. How did I not expect that?
“Yes Gabe, exactly.”
“So what exactly do you mean?” Pete asked slowly, afraid of the answer.
“Wait!” Steph piped up, “You mean like we wear pajamas and build forts out of pillows and blankets and shit?”
I nodded, grinning, “Damn straight.”
So we all departed in different directions to get all of our blankets and pillows and stuff since Max barely had any. I grabbed my stuffed giraffe, Jepha and a few fuzzy blankets and tossed them out into the hall. I pulled on Eeyore pajama pants and old Misfits shirt and covered myself in my favorite purple with thin black stripes hoodie. The inside felt like a towel, it was nice.
I scooped up my items in my arms and stepped out into the hall. And what did I see? Pete was wearing the same shirt and hoodie. It was creepy as fuck. If we were 5, it might have been cute. Might is the keyword. He cringed and retreated to his room and returned seconds later with a similar hoodie, only brown.
“Better.” I smiled and we began our journey to Max’s.
“You’re matching!” Gabe announced cheerfully as we stepped inside. I rolled my eyes for what felt like the millionth time that day.
“You should have seen us before he changed,” I cringed again, “It was messed up.”
There was a chaotic pile of soft, fuzzy bedtime objects in the middle of Max’s living room.
“Idea!” Max screamed, going into the adjacent room and returning with two bags.
“And they are…?” Alex asked, his voice trailing off.
“Blow-up mattresses; a queen and a twin, that way we don’t have to lie on my disgusting floor.” She grinned, plugging in the blower-upper thingymabob (you love how accurate that name is) into the wall outlet. They were full-sized in a minute and we began spreading all of our blankets over it. I jumped onto the mattress and climbed over towards the middle. Max was next to me and Pete was too my right. He kept elbowing me, but it “wasn’t on purpose”. Naturally.
We all decided we would watch each of our favorite movies. We watched the Nightmare Before Christmas first; since it was Max’s and Pete’s favorite. We all sang along in obnoxious, god-awful voices. I got about halfway through before my head was throbbing and my eyes were droopy. Fuck you, winter and the never-ending cold.
“Sex?” Ryland suggested.
Gabe’s eyes lit up, “Hell yeah!”
I rolled my eyes and Max shouted, “Fuck no, not in my house.”
“Then what are we going to do?” Ryland asked glumly, sinking back into the couch and scowling.
“BRAIN-BLAST!” I screamed, jumping up and bouncing up and down. The excitement of my wonderful idea was making me high.
“What?” Alex asked, looking at me oddly.
“I have an idea, duh,” I rolled my eyes again and grinned like crazy, “So, how about a sleepover, but like… without the sleepover?”
“You mean we could paint our nails and talk about boy bands!?” Gabe asked crazily in a girly voice. I sighed. How did I not expect that?
“Yes Gabe, exactly.”
“So what exactly do you mean?” Pete asked slowly, afraid of the answer.
“Wait!” Steph piped up, “You mean like we wear pajamas and build forts out of pillows and blankets and shit?”
I nodded, grinning, “Damn straight.”
So we all departed in different directions to get all of our blankets and pillows and stuff since Max barely had any. I grabbed my stuffed giraffe, Jepha and a few fuzzy blankets and tossed them out into the hall. I pulled on Eeyore pajama pants and old Misfits shirt and covered myself in my favorite purple with thin black stripes hoodie. The inside felt like a towel, it was nice.
I scooped up my items in my arms and stepped out into the hall. And what did I see? Pete was wearing the same shirt and hoodie. It was creepy as fuck. If we were 5, it might have been cute. Might is the keyword. He cringed and retreated to his room and returned seconds later with a similar hoodie, only brown.
“Better.” I smiled and we began our journey to Max’s.
“You’re matching!” Gabe announced cheerfully as we stepped inside. I rolled my eyes for what felt like the millionth time that day.
“You should have seen us before he changed,” I cringed again, “It was messed up.”
There was a chaotic pile of soft, fuzzy bedtime objects in the middle of Max’s living room.
“Idea!” Max screamed, going into the adjacent room and returning with two bags.
“And they are…?” Alex asked, his voice trailing off.
“Blow-up mattresses; a queen and a twin, that way we don’t have to lie on my disgusting floor.” She grinned, plugging in the blower-upper thingymabob (you love how accurate that name is) into the wall outlet. They were full-sized in a minute and we began spreading all of our blankets over it. I jumped onto the mattress and climbed over towards the middle. Max was next to me and Pete was too my right. He kept elbowing me, but it “wasn’t on purpose”. Naturally.
We all decided we would watch each of our favorite movies. We watched the Nightmare Before Christmas first; since it was Max’s and Pete’s favorite. We all sang along in obnoxious, god-awful voices. I got about halfway through before my head was throbbing and my eyes were droopy. Fuck you, winter and the never-ending cold.