23 September 2012
21-Ally
~Ally's POV~
Emily and I stood waiting outside the door of Jenna’s house, about an hour after the whole…incident, had happened. We had knocked just a moment ago, and we could hear her inside, rushing to get the door. It swung open, suddenly, and Jenna’s face appeared. She looked absolutely exhausted, and I felt so bad for her. “Oh, hey guys,” she greeted, only half-heartedly. “What’s going on?” Emily shook her head slowly, and ignored Jenna’s question. “You look miserable, Jenna.” Jenna’s arms dropped, and her whole body seemed to lean forward with exhaustion. “I know,” she groaned. “I didn’t sleep at all, last night. While you and Erin slept, I was starting on the huge mess.” I frowned. I hated seeing my best friend like this. “And how is it coming?” Jenna moved to the left of the doorway so that we could take a look. It definitely looked better, but there were still a few things to be done, such as vacuum up pretzel bits and straighten picture frames. “Almost all of it is done, but this is all I have to do. I haven’t eaten since last night, though, and I haven’t taken many breaks.” I looked at the clock nearby, and said, “Holy crap, Jenna! You’ve been working for over 12 hours!” Jenna yawned. “Yeah…I feel like I am going to pass out any minute.” Em and I looked at each other and nodded. We each took one of her arms and led her inside, onto the couch. “Here…you sit there,” Emily ordered, and Jenna lay down. “But guys…” was all she said and she instantly fell asleep. I watched her sink into deep slumber, silently, as I thought about how much she had done. Hosting a huge, out-of-control party, then going hours and hours nonstop cleaning was really too much for a fifteen year-old girl to handle all on her own. I looked at Em. “Let’s clean up the rest of the living room for her,” I suggested. Em looked at the whole room as I spoke. “My thoughts exactly,” she agreed. I immediately grabbed a broom and a dustpan (a great alternative to the vacuum, which would probably awaken Jenna) and began to sweep up the pretzels. Emily grabbed a dusting cloth from a closet and began to dust and straighten picture frames. We finished the room easily, and as I put the broom away, I said to Emily, “Gosh, I wish we had come sooner. Jenna really could have used the sleep.” Emily nodded quickly. “I know. Poor Jenna.” We stood there and watched her sleep for a few moments before Em announced that we go up to Jenna’s room to find me a dress. I was totally up for it, because Jenna had practically everything, from casual to fancy. In fact, when we were younger, we would go up in her room and play dress-up for hours. Even Jenna never seemed to grow tired of trying on her own things. As soon as we were up in her room, Em and I went straight to the dresses. “Alright…what color do you prefer?” she asked, looking through all of the choices. I shrugged and peered into the closet as Em went through them. “Oh my gosh!” Em said, and pulled out a gorgeous black dress. I shook my head. “No way, Em! I refuse to wear something that short!” Emily laughed, but threw it back onto the hanger, and continued to browse. “Whoa, wait!” I said, sticking my hand into the rack, like a bookmark. “What about this one?” Emily pulled it out and smiled. “Perfect,” she replied, instantly. She held it up in front of me and beamed. “This will be perfect, seriously. And since it’s blue, it will go perfectly with your hair.” I grinned and asked, “Alright, how much time do I have to get ready?” Emily glanced at the clock by Jenna’s bed, and then looked back at me. “Your date is in exactly four hours. That will be just enough time to do your hair and stuff.” I let out a single laugh. “Four hours? To do my hair?” Em nodded and turned me around so that I could exit the room. “And stuff,” she added. Emily and I scurried down the stairs quickly but quietly, so that we wouldn’t wake Jenna. “Do you think she’ll be ok here on her own?” I asked, looking at her. Emily nodded. “Of course! She’ll probably be sleeping for hours, and if she wakes up because she is hungry, she can go on into the kitchen, just as always.” Emily opened the door, and we tip-toed outside. Stealing another quick glance at my sleeping best friend, I quietly shut the door behind me.
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