Chapter 16

Olive invited me for a sleepover on Saturday for some 'gist'. Though I might have shown myself as a cool person but when it comes to gossip, just like Olive, I am all in. I was or pretended to be on my best behavior just for my mom to say "Yes, you can" to my proposed sleepover.

I watched the curtains, clean up the house with the vacuum cleaner, mopped up the floor, cleaned the portraits and the adorning carved images till they sparkle, washed the dishes, decorated and rearranged the sitting room and etcetera. I was practically a maid for one day just to please mom yet I still had to take my time and beg my mom for hours before she finally consented. After dinner, I quickly packed up my stuff and my mom took me to Olive's house in her car. Immediately the car popped up in front of the house, I quickly got out of the car and walked as fast as I can to the front door to ring the door bell before my mom could even think of boring me with her lengthy lectures.

I rang the doorbell and waited. The door opened and it revealed her elder brother and so I greeted.

"Nice to meet you, sir, I'm actually here to meet up with Olive".

"You too and next time, it's Jason and not sir", he stated and shouted aloud to Olive.

"Hey, Butt-Head, you've got a guest to host", and turned back to me.

"Come and have a sit in the sitting room, she will be down any minute".

"Thanks", I replied.

This was not the first time I'd come over to Olive's place but from the last time I remembered, it wasn't as beautiful and as comely as it is now. Everywhere was now well arranged and decorated. I wonder what her room will look like.

"Jason!", I heard Olive howled as she was walking down the stairs.

"Where is my hair dryer?".

"I placed it on the study table, Butt-Head", Jason answered smirking.

"No, you didn't, Butt-Face".

"Then, it might be on your bed, Butt-Head".

"Stop calling a Butt-Head, Butt-Face".

"Yeah right, your friend's here to see you", Jason said for once remembering that I existed and I was there watching their siblings drama.

"Oh Rosette, you're here", Olive turned to me.

"Yeah, to see you, Butt-Head", I replied, smiling mischievously.

"Don't call me THAT!!, let's go talk in my room", Olive said and continued.

"Does my parents know you're here?".

"I guess so".

We entered her room and gosh, it was magical. Her room was lot with all sort of fancy decorations. Her bed was so dreamily soft.

"Excuse me for a moment", Olive said and dashed out and came back with loads of snacks and soda cans.

"Did you just empty your kitchen for just one sleepover?", I asked, looking perplexed.

"If you're referring to my parents reprimanding me, then, there is no need to panic. We usually have a ton of these, so taking this amount won't even be noticeable", Olive answered dropping all the items on the bed.

"Nah, I'm good. It's time I took a break from junks".

"Break from what exactly? You hardly eat junks and besides, since when have I ever known you to give in without being forced? You're in my house now so we operate by my rules. I usually obey you when I come over to your house, remember?".

"But, how about we don't eat all of...", I couldn't even finish.

"Not now, darling. You've got yourself no choice and besides, junks aren't optional at my sleepovers. Stick to it, at least, just for today, okay?".

"Now, spill the gist".

"Well, the principal agreed that my achievements would still be valid in my name but she told me that I've got to have straight As if I wanted to be sure to be accepted by Harvard".

"That's not an entirely easy-peasy task to commit to. Let's just try our best to step up our game".

"I hope it works. Harvard is my dream school. I can't watch someone else living that dream for me".