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Short Story Sunday 152: Game Night

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            Maya plugged in her video game console to the 60-inch flat screen TV in her basement. She had a game room across from her bedroom, but she was having friends over to play and there wasn’t enough room in her game room to fit everyone. So, she had to move everything to the basement.

She had only hooked up one console and brought down five different games for her friends to choose from. She didn’t think they would be switching consoles at all since her friends weren’t big gamers to begin with.

Stephanie, Maya’s younger sister, came down into the basement with a big plates of cheese, crackers, and grapes.

“Being sophisticated, are we?” Maya asked smirking.

Stephanie shrugged her shoulders. “Well, we’re ordering pizza for dinner because neither one of us can cook. I thought I might attempt to put out some appetizers. I even made dessert!”

“You made dessert? When?”

“I made it while you were working last night. The cat and dog followed me around hoping I would drop some of the batter.” Stephanie said. She looked down at the ground at their gray tabby cat rubbing his body up against her legs.

“You actually baked something as opposed to just making Oreo balls or something?” Maya nodded her head impressed.

“Well, you know how the Oreo balls came out last time… I couldn’t get the melted chocolate to stick and it looked weird.”

“But they tasted delicious!”

Stephanie smiled and licked her lips. “True. They’re so good!”

“Anyway,” Maya continued, “what did you make?”

“I baked a cake.” Stephanie covered her mouth trying to hide her laughter.

“Why is that funny?” Maya asked skeptically raising an eyebrow.

“I’m not a good decorator. Just like the Oreo balls.” Stephanie said. She turned around and walked out of the room waving her hand for her sister to follow her. They went into the laundry room where there was an extra refrigerator.

Stephanie opened the door and pointed inside the cold box. “Don’t laugh.”

Maya walked around the open door and peered inside the refrigerator. She immediately started laughing. “It’s cute!”

“Oh, sure,” Stephanie shook her head though she was smiling as well.

“Is that supposed to be a Pokeball?” Maya asked.

“Yes,”

“Why is it pink?”

“Well, I tried to make red frosting by putting red food coloring in white vanilla frosting. I put a ton of the red coloring in, but no it just came out pink. I didn’t want to use the entire bottle so I settled with the pink.” Stephanie explained. She folded her arms across her chest and stared at her cake.

“Well, I think it looks cute. But why did you add brown icing for the middle instead of black?” Maya cocked her head to the side noticing that small detail.

“The store was out of black icing… Of course,” Stephanie rolled her eyes. “Seriously, you should have seen me searching for everything at the store. I got so crazy that I began talking to myself and people were giving me strange looks.”

“I would have loved to be a fly on the wall for that one!” Maya laughed.

Stephanie started closing the fridge door, but Maya held out her hand and kept it open.

“Wait a minute,” she said, “how come you didn’t frost around the edges of the cake?”

Stephanie snorted. “I ran out of frosting. And I wasn’t about to go back to the store to buy another container of it only to dye a little bit of it in hopes it would match the pink part.”

Maya nodded trying not to laugh.

“I’m sure it’ll taste good though. It just doesn’t look pretty.” Stephanie said. She closed the fridge door and walked out of the laundry room.

Maya followed her chuckling. “This is why we never entertain. We’re not good at this stuff.”

“It will be fun, though.” Stephanie said.

“Yes, it will. But you and I go above and beyond when we entertain as though these people have never been over the house before.”

“Oh, well.”

“You do realize that none of our friends know anything about Pokemon, right? The pokeball cake might mean absolutely nothing to them.” Maya started to laugh again.

Stephanie stopped walking up the stairs and turned around to her sister. “You know, I didn’t even think about that. But I don’t care. Because it’ll taste delicious and it was easy to make… Well, easy enough, I guess.”

Maya nodded her head and then looked at her cell phone for the time. “You know, they’re not coming over for another 45 minutes.”

“Seriously?” Stephanie deadpanned.

Maya nodded.

“So we rushed to clean the bathrooms and living room and basement and kitchen and everything for nothing?” Stephanie counted everything they did earlier that day after they got home from work. Not to mention, baking the cake and setting up the games and such.

“I didn’t think we were going to have enough time.” Maya shrugged her shoulders.

Stephanie continued to walk up the stairs and Maya followed her into the living room. Maya sat down on the couch and Stephanie sat on top of the window still watching the street.

“So… Now what?” Maya asked.

“I don’t know.”

Maya leaned back on the couch crossing her arms and legs. Stephanie continued to look outside the window watching cars drive by, people jogging or walking their dogs, and squirrels dash across the busy street.

“Are we seriously just going to sit here and keep an eye out for them for the next 40 minutes?” Maya asked.

Stephanie turned away from the window and shrugged at her sister. “What else is there to do?”

Maya shrugged again in return.

“Um… So, how was your day?” Stephanie asked.

“Fine. You?”

“Fine,”

Silent.

“My, we’re exciting.” Maya snorted.

“I don’t want people to come over. I just want to get into my pajamas and watch Netflix.” Stephanie sighed.

“Yeah, whose idea was it to socialize?”

“It was theirs….”

Maya and Stephanie sighed in unison. Both of their phones dinged as they each got a text message.

“They’re going to be a half hour late.” Stephanie said after reading the text.

Maya put her phone down next to her side. “Now what?”

“Netflix?” Stephanie asked.

“Netflix!” Maya jumped up from her seat and the two of them ran upstairs.

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Born and raised in Massachusetts, Rachel Poli is a writer and blogger. She has an associate’s degree in Early Childhood Education and a bachelor’s degree in English Studies. She enjoys writing young adult novels, middle-grade, and children’s picture books. She is currently working on her first novel.

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