Lilly
A few days after finding out I’m writing an article on the hockey team, I stumble into the kitchen with groggily eyes.
Wiping the sleep from them with a groan, I slump down onto one of the chairs and let out a sigh as I lean back.
“What’s got you in such a foul mood?” Callie, one-third of my best friends questions as she places a steaming mug of freshly brewed coffee in front of me in my favorite mug that’s shaped like a popcorn tub.
“Ugh, you’re a lifesaver,” I say, ignoring her question as my hand reaches out, enclosing around the warm mug. “Have we got any hazelnut creamer?”
“Uh-huh.” She nods, walking toward the fridge, she takes out a few different creamers and places them on the table.
Thanking her, I grab the hazelnut creamer and pour a little into my mug. Lifting it, I slowly take a sip, humming as the liquid cascades down my throat. “How do you not drink coffee?” I ask her as I placethe mug down, but keep my hands enclosed around it for warmth.
“Because it’s gross.” She gags, flipping the bacon in the pan.
“You’re missing out,” I take another sip. “How do you find the energy to do anything without coffee first thing in the morning?”
I’m dead to the world before a drop of coffee touches my tongue. Want to interact with me before then? Don’t bother.
Turning away from the stove, she gives me a deadpan look. “You don’t need coffee to be motivated in the morning,” walking toward the table, she places a dish of bacon in the center. “There’s plenty of things that get you energized.”
“Yeah, like what?” I raise a brow, grabbing a strip of bacon and biting into it.
“Sex for one,” she says, making me choke on the bacon. She laughs at my reaction as she turns and walks toward the stove again. “Also running.” She adds.
Right, running. It’s a ritual to her. She wakes up at 6 a.m. most mornings, goes for a run around our neighborhood, comes home, showers, gets ready for the day, and then cooks us all breakfast. And that’s mostly donebeforeany of us even stir awake.
I applaud her motivation, and sometimes I’m envious of it, but that could never be me. I tried going to the gym with her earlier this year, and I’m not being dramatic when I say this, but my whole body was aching for weeks afterward. That’s when I decided exercise wasn’t for me.
I’d rather stay at home binge watching a reality show while eating all the popcorn in the house than do any form of exercise.
“Couldn’t think of anything worse.” I shiver.
Rolling her eyes, she walks toward me, scraping the steaming scrambled eggs into another dish.
“Anything worse than what?” Payton, another one of my best friends, and Callie’s stepsister questions as she walks into the kitchen.
“Running.” I say, glancing at her with a disgusted look on my face.
She grimaces as she takes a seat beside me. “Yeah, I’m with you on that one.”
Callie shakes her head, a smile tinting her lips as she pours Payton a mug of coffee and places it down in front of her. “You’re the best, Cal,” Payton hums, grabbing the vanilla creamer and pouring a generous amount in before lifting the mug to her lips and moaning. “I fucking love coffee.”
Grabbing another strip of bacon and shoving it into my mouth, I say. “I agree, best invention ever.”
“Ugh, I’m dying.” Nina, the last of my best friends walks into the kitchen. Pulling her shoulder length brunette hair into a claw clip, she yawns and takes a seat opposite me.
I met the girl's freshman year at Riverside State, and I wouldn’t exactly say I was shy to begin with, but I definitely came out of my bubble the more time I spent with them. Payton and I were roommates, and since she and Callie are stepsisters and Nina was Callie's roommate, the four of us became inseparable by the end of fall semester.
Meeting them was the best thing that ever happened to me. And without them, I feel like I wouldn’t be as mentally stable as I am today. I’ve had a rough few years since freshman year starte, but having them by my side through it all made everything feel a whole lot easier. And their friendship is one I’d never take for granted, because those girls aremy ride or die.
“Hmmm,” Nina moans around her mug. “This is better than sex.”
“I’d argue with that,” Callie laughs, as she takes a seat opposite Payton and scoops eggs onto her plate. “You’ve clearly never experienced amazing, mind blowing, and out of this world sex before then.”
“Ugh, can we not talk about sex this early in the morning.” Payton grumbles over a mouthful of bacon.
“Why not?” Callie asks with an amused look on her face as she diverts her attention from Payton and glances at Nina. “Would you not say last year was—”
