My mother already lost her patience by giving me her speech whenever I come home on wee hours. Her face is unbearable and horrifying. She always turned into hulk except she has still her shirt and pants on. I just hold my breath and release my poignant facade. It takes hell of a time to do it.
Oddly enough, sleepover is one of a kind. I am the only guy in the group surrounded with gorgeous girls ( i only say this because they're my friends but somewhat its true) i dont even make sense.
We do the usual things of course. Movie marathon, foods that colors your teeth into yellow, gossips which I dont join SOMETIMES and games that bang your head to the edge of the door.
The hardest part though is getting yourself to sleep. I do inapt things that are remarkably ugly. I wallow on the bed like a pig. I massage my legs before I go to sleep. I pray to God that I would dream the most peculiar dream in the world. I sleep like a squirrel flying. And I listen to this lullaby that induces me to sleep.
The best thing in a sleepover is sharing a bed with your friends and creating a new chain of indelible memories. But you can still kick her butt if you want to. Make sure the kick will knock them down so that your friendship will not be in dilemma.
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