l opened the cupboards; searching quickly for something to eat. Anything to eat. Closing the doors with a heavy sigh escaping my lips. l called out my friend.

"Paul."

He didn't respond. l grimaced.

"PAUL!"

"What !?!" He finally decided to say back.

"Where is the food !?!" l said.

"Check in the pantry!"

My feet moved towards the pantry. The door was cracked and chipped. l wrapped my fingers around the golden knob and twisted it right. lt creaked open noisily. l choked and coughed as l went deeper into the room. Clearing my throat l managed to remove the irritants from my airways. My eyes continued to water from the dust. l stared up at the ceiling and l saw a large,black spider dancing across her silk web to a defenseless moth that was caught in it. Shuddering lightly l tore my gaze away. My hand moved along the newspaper laid on the shelf. The shelves were clad with dust- when l removed my hand it came back grey. Scrunching my nose l wiped my hand onto my jeans. A bag of chips caught my eyes. In fact there was a selection of crisps that were to my liking. l snatched a party pack,three ordinary sized crisp packets and multiple,colourful sweet packs.

On my way out l couldn't help but look up. The spider sat on her haunches with a moth tangled in her silk cocoon. She held onto the cocoon with her spindly, hairy legs and devoured the insect. It disturbed me to see that. Shaking away these thoughts l went back into the kitchen.

l walked into the living room and dumped snacks onto the coffee table.

"Where are the drinks?" Paul asked me.

l looked away from the black table into his chestnut brown eyes. l shrugged.

"l don't know where they are?" l asked instead of saying.

He laughed and my cheeks flushed.

"In the fridge like they've always been."

"Okay. What do you guys want to drink?"

There was silence before loud voices rattled the room. Paul,as usual was the loudest. Standing up l began to yell and they all became quiet.

"One at a time please." l asked in a lower,softer tone.

"What do you want Ash?"

l looked into his vivid blue eyes. He smiled before running his hands through his wavy brown hair.

"Coke please ." He spoke softly.

l nodded glancing to Daniel who sat on Ash's right on the two-seater. He rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"l want Fanta grape."

Lastly l asked Paul. He crossed his big arms across his chest sulkily.

'When did he get so huuggee!' I thought to myself.

" Come on! You aren't mad are you?"

"Do you want Fanta or Coke?"

He scoffed.

"And you call yourself my best friend? You still don't know my favourite drink."
I rolled my eyes before walking away.