Milia

The aroma of the thick, meaty lasagna made my stomach growl. Yes, mum was so good at time management that she can make us lunch after a workday.

"Alex cut me a piece," I asked him as I was somehow paralyzed in my seat.

"Too busy," He held his fork up to his mouth. I really wished he would be nice and help me with the distance between me and the Pyrex. High hopes Milia high hopes.

"What happened to independence huh?" Dad picked on me.

"I'm just asking for help" I rolled my eyes.

"I don't know till when your mum will use us as her lab rats." Dad joked putting lasagna in his plate and thankfully in mine too. Definitely, I won't miss the shot of shooting Alex a 'Daddy's pampered girl' look.

"Honey, I've never in my life saw a Pyrex holding a masterpiece," Dad stated as mum joined us. I guess by now you know where did I get the sarcasm. Genes baby. Mum shot him a look because she knew him so well.

Sadly, it was my turn to wash the dishes, so I did. Then, I started a new episode of the walking dead to bed.

Gratefully, naps worked with me, so I woke up fresh. I walked downstairs to the kitchen and made chocolate milkshakes. Who says no to a cold drink in hot humid weather?

"Hey honey," Mum cheered as I handed her a cup.

"Then I'll scoop your lunch every day." Dad teased me as he sipped from the straw.

I walked to the back yard where Alex was. He was talking on the phone, and I put a hand on his shoulder to let him notice me. "Take," I whispered as I didn't want to interrupt him and he blew a kiss. Being nice comes in waves, and we were drowning now.

I joined mum and dad in the living room. They were watching America's got talent. I'm not saying I hate this show because I have no hate in my soul, but I really wish something hit the satellite dish. I'm not a big fan of social media, but from now to then I like to scroll through. I slid to the Instagram DM's that held a red circle with a white number five.

I opened Picasso's cake chat and it read: 'Hey Milia, I've been trying to contact you, but I lost all the phone numbers, so please call me or send your number.' Sat.1:00am

I wonder why the hell the app didn't notify. "1 message from Picasso's cake and 2 others" as simple as that, Instagram.

'Can I call now?' I replied to his text.

'Sure' he texted back instantly and it gave me a sting of guilt.

I got off the couch and walked to the back-yard porch, sat there, and called him.

"Hey, Scott it's been a really tremendous while!" I cheered. Scott, my college guy best friend, shared similar opinions almost in everything with me, so we were compatible with group work, and we formed a bond. His soul is lost in painting and cooking, but his parents forced him to study business. We managed to hang out after graduation, but each one got busy living.

"Milia Grayson, with her strong words!" He pointed out on me.

"How's Greece?" I pointed out back at him; he used to say that he wanted to live in a small cottage on a beach in Greece as a broke artist who gets inspired by the sea.

"HA-HA. How's life?" He asked.

"Life is going."

"Is it life is going or life is going," He said the first one with a festive intonation and the second with a low one.

"In the middle?" I laughed. "You here or at Cuba?"

"No here at Cali, but I'm going back and I need your help in that, so we should hang out."

"Yeah, I'm so down. When?"

"Tell me when are you free,"

"Thursday at six?"

"Perfect, I will pick you,"

"You don't have to."

"I know, bye Milia." I hung up.

Alex joined me after he opened the PS, and threw a controller to my lap. "You decided that I will play?" I asked and he nodded still drinking the chocolate shake, and I gave up because I did want to play.

"How's Hazel, it's been a while since I last saw her," I asked as he was starting a game.

"We had a fight on Sunday, and I called her to sort things up but she didn't answer, so when she feels like talking, she will call I'm not calling her again." He coldly said.

"When did you call her?"

"Right after the fight,"

"Alex, she needed time to calm down. Who on earth sorts a fight out right after it? I promise if you called her now, she will answer."

"No, she's so stubborn, she won't pick up, and even if she didn't want to sort stuff when I called her, she could've answered and told me that."

"Tell her that you worry when she doesn't answer, the first thing when you call her, and I swear she will get soft and will never decline any of your calls," I told him and he sighed.

"I bet you." I knew he needed a push.

He held the phone up to his ears and looked at a distance.

"You know that I get worried when you don't pick up right?" He told her. Boys think we are complicated, they didn't see the ones in books. "So that you know why you don't pick up... Haz, you could've told me." He called her 'Haz'; the fight will be sorted by the end of the call.

He stood up and threw his arm that held his phone away and whispered to me. "I have no idea how are you still single!" He held back the phone to his ear.

"Overqualified!" I yelled at him as he walked away. Now, I was left alone with the game.

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