#Chapter8
/"Coming!/"
I drag myself out of my kitchen to the door breathing heavily. Wiping my hands on the apron I pull the door open revealing their faces. Every weekend since I moved here, a tradition Julio, Ella and I do. We rotate between our house for sleepovers slash movie night and today is my turn.
/"Hey!/"
Their perfect smile grows into wide grins as I scream along with them. Ella held a bottle of brown liquor and large pizza box, Julio with buckets of ice-cream.