princess pulled away from the hug and walked back to her bed, looking back at me. i slowly followed her, eventually falling onto her bed. if i was lucky, the energy i lost from crying and stressing that day may actually make me fall asleep later. i shut my eyes and followed along with the story my brain was forming, changing the plot whenever my mind threw in ash.
     soft humming filled my ears and leaked into my mind, turning my dark, apocalyptic fantasy into a sweet love story, for only a second, before the sensation of a tissue against my cheek brought me back into reality.
     "oh, i'm sorry, i was just trying to wipe away the tear tracks. i tried to be soft, you looked so peaceful." bonnie stammered.
     "it's okay, i should have been in reality more anyway. i'm sure i'm the most boring houseguest you've had." i said quietly.
     "you obviously have never had to make small talk with college professors."
     "what do you mean? college professors sound like they know the most about the most interesting things, how could that be boring?"
     "when they're assholes who assume i'm just a "young, dumb little girl" who's "too pretty to care about that stuff". it sucks when they're like that."
     "oh yeah, that would suck. at least they're not lawyers. blood sucking pricks, basically. my dad fits right in."
     "you don't like him much, do you?"
     "well, he's my dad. i respect him and appreciate all he's done for me, but he can be a little annoying sometimes."
     before bonnie could respond, her dad opened the door with armfuls of snacks. "i heard talk about dads, and i'm here to be the best dad, i got chips, cookie dough, and some apples if you're trying to be healthy. these are my favorite snacks, think you guys will like that."
     "thanks dad. this is what i've been craving." bonnie smiled at her dad as he walked out of the room. her smile had a slightly higher lift to it that others, making her look always happier. i wish i was as pretty as her.