Jasmine's POV -

Slamming my history book shut, I get up from my bed stretching my body. Don't get me wrong I love history, reading about the intricate architecture, lifestyle of people and the general thinking prevalent during ancient times is amazing. Their trading routes--

Can we please cut it short and come to the main point? I don't think I have it in me to listen to the summary of what you were reading for the past few hours.

So rude! But, yeah I think I have had enough history for one day.

You think so?

Ignoring my rude inner voice--

Hello! I am right here! Don't you dare think of mentally rolling your eyes at me!

Shut up, I am trying to think!

But, I said it a tad bit too late because the next thing I know I missed a stair and came tumbling down the stairs like a ball. Thankfully, I was only five steps away from the floor. Groaning in pain, I get up from the floor, rubbing my elbow which had acted as an armour to protect my face.

Why don't we already register you for the clumsiest person alive?

Hey! Don't throw that on my face. You were the one bickering with me.

You were the one bickering with me.

I can't believe it my inner voice just taunted me. Who even does that? Shaking my head in disbelief, I brush off dust from my jeans. Well this little act did awake my body fully.

I had come down to stroll around the house to awake my sleepy body. Turns out all my body needed to wake up was to crush myself while rolling like a ball.

They should add this as a yoga posture and name it 'Wrecking Ball'.

Rolling my eyes at myself, I make my way towards the kitchen, instantly going for my dear Oreo box. I look around while munching on my Oreos. The Lancaster house seems eerily quiet today. I wonder where Al is. Mrs. L has gone out for shopping with her friends and--

One of our potential future boyfriend is out with his dad for some meeting.

Firstly, why do you think I'd be interested in Ryan? Secondly, whoever I date would be my boyfriend.

I know your darkest secrets, sweetie. I am you and you are me. We are cut out from the same cloth. Whatever, I am calling dibs on Ryan.

I choke on my Oreos and quickly pour myself a glass of water. As I gulp down the water, I feel better. Taking a deep breathe, I curse myself while making my way towards the living room.

I immediately halt in my track, a frown forms on my face as I try to put together what exactly my best friend was doing. Al is currently laying down on the floor with her  arms folded beneath her head while her legs are propped up on the back of the couch as she stared at the lamp hanging from the ceiling.

She is literally forming a L in her current position. Oblivious to my presence, Al continues to stare at the lamp unblinking as if it's the eight wonder of the world. The way she's looking at the lamp seems really weird.

It feels like she's possessed... Can we please get the hell out of here?

Shut up! She's not possessed!

Well, at least I warned you.

Ignoring my inner voice, I look at Al.

"Hey All..." I call out to my best friend, drawling out her name.

"I don't know," Al murmurs, still staring at the ceiling.

We still have a chance, come on let's get out.

Stop being a sacredy cat!

One of us has to take care of our body!

"Al?"

"I can't get it!" Al snaps, turning to face me. Her eyes are filled with anger. She stares at me then goes back to staring at the lamp.

Okay, listen carefully. I am not going to repeat myself and I'll deny it in the future.

What?

I know you are not the best person out there, you are clumsy, nerdy--

Did you want to insult me?

Shshhh... Don't cut off me! Despite all your irritating qualities, I still love you. I am saying this cause next time YOU might be possessed by the ghost and you'll not hear my sweet little voice, but the voice of ghost! *Snifs, snifs*

Really? You are so overdramatic!

"I can't get it! Why can't I get it???" Al screams as a frown mars her face.

"What is it, Al? What are you not able to get?"

"Why is there a light in the refrigerator, when we are not supposed to eat at midnight?" Al asks in all seriousness.

"Seriously? That's why you are starting at the lamp?"

"Obviously," Al replies, smilingly.

"You are unbelievable," I remark, staring at Al.

"I am being serious, Jazz. This is an existential crisis kind of question for refrigerator."

"I am going out for a walk," I reply as I jog back to my room.

I quickly wear a jean jacket and sneakers, deciding to not change my white tank top and blue cuffed jeans. Grabbing my phone from the night stand, I go down, this time careful not to trip again.

"Jazzzzz.... Where are you going? Can I come too?" Al asks, still laying down on the floor.

"I am going out for a walk in the neighborhood."

"Boring, besides I am too tired to jog with you."

"You are tired of what? Laying down on the floor? Staring at the lamp?" I ask her, incredously.

"It takes a good eye to stare at the lamp unblinkingly!" Al replies with a smirk. As she takes out her phone and starts to do whatever she's doing.

"I'll be back by the evening, weirdo," I reply as my lips tug upwards. Sighing, I make my way towards the front door.

"I just remembered something really important, Jazz," Al's words halt me in my tracks. I turn around to see Al running towards me. She stops near the door.

"What?"

"It is really difficult to find a best friend that's 96% funny, 98% sexy and 100% sweet..."

Aww, Al is so sweet!

Wait for it...

Wait for what?

"So, don't lose me ever. Goodbye, weirdo number two," Al says, as she sticks out her tongue and slams the door shut on my face.

I don't wanna seem rude, but I can't wait to say 'I told you so'.

If you knew her intentions, then why didn't you warn me.

And miss your surprised look? Nah... Besides, you never said I love you too back. That's my sweet revenge. *Baby cry echoes*

Why did I hear a baby crying?

Oops, my bad. I played the wrong audio from the memory. I was going for evil laugh with low bass.

I shake my head in disbelief as I start my walk around the colony.

After half an hour of strolling around the colony, almost being called a stalker by the lady, whose house I was circling around for ten minutes. In my defense, I was only counting the apples that were peeking out from her boundary wall.

Anyways, I am really bored. So, here I am standing in front of Xander's house, deciding to go there or to Al's house. Sighing, I decide to ring his doorbell. If he doesn't come out, I'll just go away.

I wait for two minutes and just as I was about to leave, I hear some shuffling from behind the door and suddenly the door is swung open.

And what comes to light, knocks the living daylights out of me....
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Hey Lovelies!
I am back!!! Sorry for the late update. I have been really busy with college stuff.

Anyways, I know this chapter wasn't really humorous. But I thought I should write it to set the mood for big revealations that will happen in the next chapter. 😁😁

So, what did you like the most in this chapter?

Also, what did Jazz see that 'knocks the living daylights' out of her? Any guesses?

I would love to hear all of your thoughts.

This chapter is dedicated to AnchanaRadhakrishnan - a good friend and reader. Thank you so much for giving TBG a chance!❤️

Till the next update, keep shining ;)

- Love Addy :)