Two Flowers

“His eyes like a vorTeX- AHHHHHHHHHH”  

“CIRICE. IT HAS BEEN THE SAME ALBUM FOR THE PAST 2 HOURS!”  

Layla shouted as she dragged Cirice off her bed by her legs onto the cold, hard floor. Layla was Cirice’s childhood friend. They met in first grade and despite argument after argument, they were older now and more mature.  

“OH? YOU’RE MAD ABOUT THAT? HOW ABOUT WHEN YOU REWATCHED THAT SAME VIDEO FOR 10 MINUTES WITH THE SAME 6-SECOND AUDIO?”  

“OH, COME ON! I WAS SENDING IT TO FAY, YOU KNOW THAT!”  

Despite being older and more mature, they still argue over the dumbest things imaginable. People say that if you have different zodiac signs or almost nothing in common, you’ll clash with the other person and you guys can’t have fun. But Cirice and Layla were a perfect example of that being untrue.  

After a few minutes of bickering over absolutely nothing, the room held a long silence; until the two busted out laughing.  

“We are absolutely nuts. Fighting over nothing?”  

“It’s giving…”  

“Us in elementary school!” The two said in unison while wheezing with laughter.  

“Ok but I’m serious, I hear this album one more time I will burn all your CDs. Headphones exist too, you know!”  

“I’d use them if they didn’t give me a migraine every time I wore those dumb things.”  

“Ok, well please can you figure something out because I don’t wanna listen to songs about spirits in the form of heavy metal music again, please and thank you.”  

“Meh, yeah you’re welcome.”  

“Well, I did like that one at what I’m assuming is the beginning, the one in Spanish!”  

“Infestissumam? Layla… I hate to break it to you but that is in Latin!”  

“Oh…”  

“Yeah, you have quite a bit to learn. Also, once you find out the English translation you are probably going to hate it.”  

Whenever these two were together, chaos can unfold; and fast. The two girls are and have always been drama queens and sass lovers which to someone else who doesn’t know them would seem like a bad thing, but to these two and them only, it was something they could laugh about later. They can talk and talk for hours about the same subject whether or not it was interesting. Even if it was interesting for Layla and not for Cirice or vice versa, the other would be heavily invested regardless of the topic.  

The Next Day  

“Soo Ciri… How’s you and you know whoooo?”  

“Really? We can talk about any topic and you’re choosing him?”  

“Oh! I forgot… We have three to talk about now! Your pick, which boy do we talk about today?”  

“I regret telling you anything about this.”  

“Hmm…What were their names again? Ah, yes… Jacob, Ryder, and Liam!”  

“No way you remembered all that…”  

“Aww, and you think I don’t listen to you! Silly Ciri!”  

“Ugh, can we talk about Ghost instead?”  

“Yes! Once you tell me about your crushes~~”  

Layla doesn’t stop until she gets what she wants. She knows what she wants to know and when she wants to hear it. She’s just a little too impatient.  

“Ok, here, let’s make a deal. You can put on whatever songs you want. Ghost, Metallica, Nirvana, whatever. But you have to tell me about your crushes. Ok?”  

“Negotiation really is your middle name… ugh, fine I guess.”  

An Hour Later  

“Ok maybe I just set you up with someone, these boys suck! Ew, they’re so unromantic I can’t. It’s disgusting…”  

“I think you’re forgetting we’re in 8th grade…”  

“Tch, being in 8th grade doesn’t mean anything, if these boys aren’t at your feet, then leave!”  

Cirice was hoping one of her other friends would text her and get her out of this situation. She can’t even bear to listen to another word about how she deserves princess treatment from boys. She doesn’t like to think she deserves anything from anyone, especially not boys her age. She knows all she is to everyone else is, “The weird girl” or “The crazy one.”  

“Hello?! Are you even listening to me? I’m giving you valuable advice right now!”  

“Yes… sorry my mind is just all over the place…”  

“Sigh, well I guess I can just tell you everything later…”  

“Actually, there’s no need for that…”  

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking…?”  

“SLUMBER PARTY!!” The two shouted in unison.  

“Oh my gosh we should totally invite Alexis and Kassie!”  

“We should! It’s been so long since we’ve all hung out together!”  

“You text Alexis, I’ll text Kassie.”