Today is Friday. Last time I talked with Rue about McKenzie's party was Wednesday. Rue has been practically glued to her waterbed for 2 days (yes,i'm serious she owns a kid-sized waterbed, and appearently her body fits it just fine, giving she has a small figure). It's because of her(she said and i quote) 'what-on-earth-did-I-do-to-deserve such a terrible flu'. With a voice that sounds like Batman, she talks to me through the phone:

"You,party,go. *Nose blowing* It's okay. Chance,meet,Victor.Waste, i kill you"

I laughed at her ridiculous sort-of sentence and replied:

"Rue, i don't want to go with anybody else but you. Victor can wait a little longer for my big cinematically flirtatous move whatever. I'm coming to your house after school. And, i'll bring soup", i sing the word soup knowing that is her favourite sick-days food.

...

I happily skipped to her house like a little schoolgirl. My family's apartment building is in the distance of a 5 minute walk from Rue's two-story house. Her mother is an interior designer, and has a very discerning taste. A women with an elegant style, a lot like my mother, which explains why they have remained best friends since high school, we you find both enemies and friends to keep.

I've always enjoyed the feeling of entering the Smith's residence: the delicate smell of roses filled your nostrils the moment you approach the white front door and turn the golden door-knob. Because Mrs. Smith, who insisted I call her Lily, wants me to feel like a part of the family, she tells Rue to always give her 30-minute notice before I come so she can bake some cookies and unlock the door enabling me to deliberatly let myself in, as long as I remember to lock up after.

"Sunny, great to see you darling,"-Lily standing at the door smiled pulling me into a tight hug, taking me by surprise, "How is school today? Did Rue miss any tests today"

"No tests today mam. Just a little reading and an essay. How is Rue with her 'what-on-earth-did-I-do-to-deserve such a terrible flu'?", I ask taking freshly-baked chocolate cookie into my mouth.

"Poor thing she hasn't been able to speak. I'm calling for a doctor, he's coming by 5,"-Lily toke a glance at her watch. "You should come up with her, she has been longing for your presence all day."

"Has she? Thank you for the lovely cookie Lily"-I grabbed my bag and hurried up the stairs.

I opened the door and it reveals a zombie looking Rue painting her fingernails, or at least making a great deal of effort to, as she sneezed every 5 seconds, jumping a little on her bed, making it shake.

"Sup Sun! Soup where's the soup?"

"It's being heated. Here let me help you."

Rue looked at me with heavily-lidded eyes, snorting her nose and so endearingly placed her head onto my lap.

"I'm sorry. My fault you couldn't go to the party"

"My kind of party is where you are, Rue. Chicken soup, oreos and 21 Jump Street, hell of a great party that i surely wouldn't want to miss"

"Love you.", Rue scrunched her face which I supposed was a loving expression in her current condition.

"Now focus on the nails and get the soup i'm starving."