XBF4E (Chapter 5)

The girls had been attending the Friendship Forever program for about less than a week and Lizzie and Andrea were not getting better. They felt like they were wasting their time going to the program but the other three did not want to give up. They wanted their best friends to make up so they can all spend time together as usual.
"Hoping that this would knock some sense into you two without one of you knocking one another out," started Reginald, "I requested for your friends to write a letter on how they feel about you two fighting."
"Letter?" inquired Andrea. "Why don't you say how you feel to my face?"
"Because it's easier to write things down than say them," responded Debra, "and trust me, I had a lot to say."
"Madeline, do you want to read yours first?" asked Reginald.
"Gladly," she answered, flattening a piece of paper that rested inside her T-shirt, made for the program. "'Dear Liz' and Andy, it hurts me to see you two fighting. You guys seemed like sisters which made me a bit jealous because I've known Lizzie longer than I've known Andrea. But it's good that I was jealous because that's how close you two were. I hope you can do me and the rest of the girls a favor and become sisters again so we can all be family.'"
"Very touching, Madeline. Debra, you?"
Debra cleared her throat and looked down at her paper. "'Lizzie and Andrea, why are you doing this? I know you girls have your reasons but this has been going on for too long. There's no way you hate Lizzie for being an 'idiot' if you've been with her for a long time. And you can't hate Andrea for being mean even though you were with her long enough to notice. Therefore, it's too late to be mad at each other. Besides, think about what you two liked about each other. That can't fade away and neither can your friendship. You two make a flower together; don't stop watering it. Love, Debbie.'"
"Powerful. Your turn, Skye."
Skye unfolded her piece of paper and started to read it. "Lizzie, Andrea, stop it! Okay, you two didn't fight before so why is it okay to fight now? I know Lizzie went to that concert and everything but Pitbull is going to come back. And Lizzie, Andrea is mean to all of us so don't act like you're the only one. Okay, this is bogus. I love you two but you guys just sometimes drive me insane. So make up and we can stop attending this lame program.'" Skye folded her letter back up then crossed her arms.
"That was lovely, Skye," Reginald nodded. "So Lizzie, Andrea, how do you feel about your friends' letters to you?"
"Typical Skye," said Andrea, shaking her head but in acceptance.
"The letters were sweet," shared Lizzie. "It breaks my heart that you all are unhappy with this but I can't be friends with Andrea. She's mean. She's like the dictator in that war who was taking over Cube or Cuba."
"Fidel Castro?" inquired Madeline.
"Exactly! She's Fidel Castro."
"Oh, real rich," Andrea chuckled with a frown. "Every time you talk, you just sound more racist. Castro is a Cuban ruler and I'm from Puerto Rico."
"I thought you were Mexican."
"Ah dios mio, I will hurt you until you die."
"Guys, stop looking into the hate and look for the love," said Madeline. "I know it's still there somewhere and you can't give that up."
"Maddie, people can choose who to not love."
"Good to know because I don't love you," confessed Lizzie.
"This is so ridiculous," groaned Madeline. "Lizzie, remember Giselle?"
"Oh, it hurts to remember her."
"I understand that because she was a lunatic who's going to be locked away for a long time. But before she was, she was going to hurt you. Maybe even kill you. But who saved your life that day Giselle turned?"
"Andrea." Lizzie almost didn't want to say it.
"Exactly. If it wasn't for her, you would've end up looking like a curly fry. Now Andrea, who fought that estranged dog to protect your birthday cake at your quinceañera?"
Andrea crossed her arms. "Lizzie," she almost held her name back like vomit.
"That's right. It was Lizzie. She jumped in front of that dog and got bit enough times to get three rabies shots. If it wasn't for her, we would've never tasted such a delicious cake."
"It's true," Debra agreed.
Lizzie scoffed. "I probably would've been able to defend myself."
"And I've had better cake," said Andrea.
"Alright," said Skye. "I didn't want to have to do this because I didn't want to do this at all. But since you guys are still being stubborn, here goes."
Skye took her phone from her jeans' pocket and turned it on and started swiping on the screen with her finger. The people in the room were silent, waiting for what Skye was going to do. Madeline and Debra had an idea of what Skye was going to do.
"I have been told that this used to be you guys' favorite song ever since it played at a fifth grade dance where you two decided to be each other's dates," she declared.
Skye poked the screen of her phone then music started to play, loud enough for everyone to hear it. It was "True Friend" by Hannah Montana, an old teen pop song. Lizzie's and Andrea's eyes lit up when they heard the song. They glanced at each other, sharing an awestruck expression.
"I haven't heard this song in a long time," shared Lizzie.
"I'm glad for myself that it's been a long time," confessed Skye.

We sign our cards and letters "B.F.F."
You've got a million ways to make me laugh

"I remember this," Lizzie added.
"Well, I don't remember this song," Andrea shared, looking at Reginald. She then switched her eyes to Lizzie who began singing along to the song.

 You know the secrets I could never tell
And when I'm quiet, you break through my shell

Not being able to help it, Andrea decided to sing along, too.

Don't feel the need to do a rebel yell
'Cause you keep my feet on the ground

Then the two, who were singing together, started looking at each other and swaying their bodies to the melodious music. They tried to exert an emotion in their singing but it wasn't too obvious since they were horrible singers.

You're a tru-ue friend
You're here 'til the end
You pull me inside when something ain't right
Talk with me now and into the night
'Til it's alright again
You're a true friend

The girls stopped singing and started crying. They hugged each other into an anticipated embrace, making their friends gesture that they finally got what they wanted. The two girls sobbed into each other's shoulders.
"Oh, Lizzie," quivered Andrea, "I'm sorry for calling you stupid. You're not that dumb."
"Thank you, Andrea," Lizzie whimpered. "But I should be the one who's sorry. I'm sorry for discriminating you. I may be a little racist sometimes but that's because I don't understand your culture. That doesn't mean I don't accept it. I accept your race, Andrea, because you're my best friend."
"No, you're my best friend."
Skye paused the song on her phone. The two released each other and wiped the tears from their cheeks.
"Oh, I ruined your shirt," sniffled Lizzie, looking at the wet black stain on the sleeve of Andrea's program T-shirt.
Andrea twisted her neck to look down at it. "Oh, it's okay. It's an ugly shirt anyway."
"Do you want to go to this new restaurant that's a few blocks from here? We can order some Mexican rice. No, wait, Mexican and Puerto Rican rice."
"Of course, Liz', as long as you're paying."
Andrea wrapped her arm around Lizzie's shoulders; Lizzie did the same to Andrea. They smiled at each other before walking together out of the classroom.
"Aw, happy ending," commented Madeline, placing her hands on her chest.
"Yes, can we leave now?" asked Skye.

XBF4E (Chapter 4)

Within the two days after, the girls registered themselves, along with Lizzie and Andrea, into the Friendship Forever program as an attempt to reunite them. So one day, they brought Lizzie to a classroom on the first floor after school. To make sure she came, they told her that they were all going to do something other than attend the program. Madeline opened the door to the classroom, letting the girls enter before she did. They stood by the door as they were greeted by a tall gentleman, standing up from his chair that settled in a circle of chairs mostly filled with teenage people.
"Welcome, new members," he gave a friendly grin.
"Hello," Madeline greeted back.
"Oh, are we going to play Musical Chairs?" asked Lizzie.
"No, take a seat, Liz'," said Debra.
The girls sat down in the empty chairs of the circle right next to each other.  
"Did your friends not tell you yet why you're here?" asked the guy.
"Uh, they told me that we were visiting a teacher in a wheelchair," Lizzie responded. "But I see nobody in a wheelchair. Everybody's legs seem to work."
"Would one of you like to tell her?"
"Lizzie, there is no teacher in a wheelchair," said Madeline.
"Are you saying that they don't exist?" asked Lizzie.
"No, I'm saying we lied to you."
"Oh, phooey. Why did you lie?"
"Because we love you," answered Debra.
"But I love you and I don't lie to you."
Their attention turned to the door when it opened and entered Andrea.
"Hey, girls," she greeted with hesitation. "Where's the teacher in a wheelchair?"
"Aw, why don't you take a seat?" requested the guy.
"Why? Is this a cult?"
"No, Andy, it's a program," said Madeline.
"For what?"
"Well, we're tired of you and Lizzie constantly fighting and ignoring each other. So we entered you two in this program so you can get along again."
"Ew!" uttered Lizzie. "I told you guys: I don't want to get along with her again."
"And I don't want to get along with her again," agreed Andrea.
"Girls, please," pleaded Debra. "You got to realize that your broken friendship affects us three as well. We don't want to take sides, knowing that this can be resolved. And if you give this a chance, we promise you that this won't waste your time. So please, do this for us."
Lizzie looked down at the floor. "Fine," she said after thinking about it.
"Fine," Andrea sighed.
"Perfect," remarked the man. "Now please take a seat in the empty chair."
Andrea looked at the only empty chair in the room which was next to Lizzie. "Uh, can I stand up?" she asked.
"Of course not. Standing is distracting. Please take a seat."
"But I don't want to sit next--"
"Sit the frick down!" Skye snapped, standing up.
Skye's tone and face surprised Andrea. She got over it and walked over to the empty seat. She sat down, staring anywhere besides at Lizzie. Lizzie pretty much did the same.
"Okay, since you five are new," started the man, "let me introduce myself. My name is Reginald but you can call me Peg Reg because I love pirates. Argh! Um, you might already know but this program's purpose is to help people make new friends or gain old friends. We encourage peace and love so I would--"
"Stop touching my leg!" Andrea shouted at Lizzie.
"I'm not touching your leg," said Lizzie.
"Yes, you are. You can't feel your skin?"
"I can feel my skin. But I don't want to touch your dirty leg hairs anyway."
Andrea kicked Lizzie's leg, making Lizzie defend herself and kick Andrea's leg. They engaged in a kicking fight until Andrea pulled Lizzie's head down into a headlock. Lizzie tugged Andrea's brown hair, hoping it would loosen her grip. But Madeline and a red-headed member got up from their seats and pulled the two off of each other.
"Okay, number one rule: no doing that," Reginald clarified. "No fighting; violence leads to more violence."
"Hallelujah," Debra agreed.
"So please sit down, separately and quietly, and go through this program."
Madeline and the red head let go of Lizzie and Andrea. The two glared at each other before sitting down into their seats, trying not to touch each other. Madeline and the girl sat back down as well.
"Perfect. Now since I am sensing tons of anger, I would like to ask what is causing the anger. So Lizzie, why are you upset with Andrea?"
"Well, she called me stupid," answered Lizzie.
"Because you are," added Andrea.
"Please, Andrea, Lizzie is talking," said Reginald.
"Come on, she doesn't even know what she's saying most of the time."
"Still, let her speak."
"Yeah, be nice, Andrea," demanded Lizzie, "because I am not stupid. I'll have you know, my mom says I'm the smartest person she knows."
"Yeah because she's the second dumbest person after you," said Andrea.
Lizzie gasped. "Don't talk about my mother. She is Christian; she will have God strike you down."
"Oh, that is a bunch of bull."
"God works in mysterious ways."
"Like you're a Christian. Does it say in the Bible, 'Let the woman dress in clothing that exposes her cleavage like a pair of suns'?"
"I don't know. Does it?"
Andrea rolled her eyes and scoffed.
"Okay," reacted Reginald. "Now Andrea, why are you mad at Lizzie?"
"Well, first, she missed my sister's, Linda, birthday party," replied Andrea. "And that was a big deal because Linda loves Lizzie for some strange apparent reason. And second, I learned she couldn't make it because she attended a Pitbull concert, a singer who I favor very much."
"I love Pitbull. 'International Love' is my favorite song."
"Righteous!"
"Pitbull is okay," commented Lizzie.
"I will run you over with my car."
"I just think you being mad at me is unreasonable."
"Esta loca, unreasonable! That's another problem: you don't listen to me. How many times do I got to tell you so you can get it? My sister bit people."
"Cool it with the Spanish, alright?"
"And she's racist, too. Yeah, I can't tell you how many times that she has called me Mexican then I would have to tell her that I'm Mexican and Puerto Rican."
"What's the difference?"
"And she would say that! Only an idiot and a racist would think that Mexico and Puerto Rico are one thing."
"Hey! Stop right there because how can one person be from two places? That doesn't make any sense."
"It doesn't make sense to you. Nothing makes sense to you. You're a freakin' idiot."
"Now Andrea, no name calling," reminded Reginald. "Name calling hurts people so no need for the pot to call the kettle an idiot or the kettle to call the pot Mexican."
"Repeat that," Skye said with a confused face.
"It's not name calling if it's true," stated Andrea.
"Oh, then your name must be 'Witch'," said Lizzie, "because that's what you are."
"Whatever."
"Whatever."
"Racist."
"Creature."
Instantly, Andrea grabbed Lizzie by the waist and spun her down onto the floor, pinning her down to pummel her. As Lizzie fought back, Madeline got up from her seat, along with a couple of other members, to pull the two apart.
"This is going to take a while," Reginald realized, stretching the collar of his T-shirt.

XBF4E (Chapter 3)

Almost a week had passed and Andrea and Lizzie were still not getting along. Their relationship was getting worse if you were to ask the rest of the girls. They realized how easy it was to hang out altogether when they had to deal with the two girls' refusal to interact with one another. Lizzie would try to steal her friends away from Andrea as Andrea did the same. The whole thing was exhausting, especially one day when the three friends met up after the last period ended. They were ambushed from behind by Lizzie who was happy and unfazed.
"Hey, girls," she smiled.
"Hey, Lizzie," the girls greeted back.
"Do you guys want to hang out later?" She squeezed in between Madeline and Debra. "I have no homework."
"Sure," replied Madeline, "do you guys want to go over my house?"
Skye and Debra accepted the request.
"Of course, Maddie," Lizzie responded. "As long as what's-her-face-and-name isn't there."
"You mean Andrea?" asked Skye.
"Oh, is that her name? I completely forgot about her and her face."
"Lizzie, this is a bit ridiculous," shared Madeline. "Andrea is our friend, too, and we can't avoid her to hang out with you."
"I know but I can't hang out with her. She said some pretty mean stuff to me."
"And you said some pretty mean stuff to her," added Debra.
"She deserved it. I don't want to stop hanging out with you girls but there is no way I'm going to be near forgot-her-name."
Almost in an instant, Andrea popped up from behind the girls and surprised Skye and Madeline certainly when she touched their backs.
"Hey, girls," she smiled. "Do you--"
Andrea stopped talking when the girls stopped and turned around, revealing Lizzie.
"Oh, it's you," Andrea hissed. "What's your name again?"
Lizzie squinted her eyes. "Not a dumb name like Andrea."
"Hey, 'Andrea' is the bomb-dot-com."
"Well, 'Lizzie' is the bomb-dot-net."
"Girls, stop with the URLs," ordered Madeline. "Look, since you girls are here, wouldn't it be a perfect time to apologize?" She circled her hands outward.
"She's right," Lizzie glanced at Madeline. "Apologize to me."
Andrea scoffed. "Ain't nobody apologizing to you! Apologize to me."
"There's nothing to apologize for."
"Then I got nothing to apologize for."
"Ladies, how about this?" insisted Debra. "I'll apologized for you both. 'Andrea, I am sorry for not coming to your sister's birthday party and going to a Pitbull concert instead.' 'Lizzie, I am sorry for calling you stupid and practically a whore.' See, problem solved. You two are friends now."
"I don't want to be friends with Lizzie," Andrea divulged. "She may need me but I don't need her." Then she sang, "You need me, man. I don't need you."
"Please, I wouldn't need you even if I was trapped in a burning building," claimed Lizzie.
"That's a strong statement," remarked Skye.
"Well, it's true. I wouldn't need her even though she lost her fire."
A fire was found but back in Andrea's eyes. After seeing it in her eyes, Lizzie bolted with Andrea dashing pass Madeline and Debra. Lizzie ran around Debra to get up into the endless hallway with Andrea furiously pursuing her. Andrea took off and dropped her backpack so the weight wouldn't hold her back.
"Peace and love!" yelled Debra. "Peace and love!"
"Ain't no peace and love left, Debra," said Madeline.
"Will they ever forgive each other?" asked Skye.
"There's only one way to bring them together: Debra has to talk to them."
"Nuh-uh," replied Debra. "What if they rip each other's heads off and while they're doing that, they rip my head off?"
"You have a strong head," said Skye.
"I need time to think of a solution," said Madeline. "But when I finally do come up with one, Andrea might actually have Lizzie's head."
Skye's eyes widened. "Maybe Lizzie's head is still on her shoulders." She walked towards the wall in front of them which had a bulletin board. She gestured her hands to an orange flyer pinned on it. "I found our solution."
Madeline and Debra walked up to the board.
"'The Friendship Forever Program'?" read Madeline. "Oh, I know about this. I think this might work."
"Girls, I think we're going to get our friends back," said Debra.
"I hope so," said Skye. "Hanging with them separately is pretty annoying."
"They're annoying together," Madeline stated, "but that's what we like. We were altogether the bomb-dot-com."
"No URLs, please."

XBF4E (Chapter 2)

Andrea did not see Lizzie until Monday afternoon. The girls would regularly see each other in the morning but Andrea parted ways. When she saw Lizzie during lunch, she did not know what to say. The atmosphere was almost awkward, especially for the rest of the girls.
"So it's French Fry Monday," Skye broke the ice, picking up a dry French fry from her cardboard tray. "They should've waited until the week to have French Friday."
Debra and Lizzie giggled.
"Yeah, it's... not that funny. So how was everybody's day?"
"Jackson broke up with his girlfriend," Madeline confirmed, "so I might ask him out this week. If he says yes, I might have to take him out on Friday because I'm going on a date with Guy on Saturday."
"Why are you still going out with that Guy guy?" asked Debra.
Madeline paused but for two seconds. "You just said, 'Guy guy'."
"Oh, I did."
The girls giggled.
Skye jested, "'Hey, what was that guy's name?' 'Guy.' 'Oh, thanks, guy.'"
The girls' laughs became louder.
"Oh, my life is funny," sighed Madeline. "Andrea, you want to say something now?"
Andrea's giggly smile dropped and silenced. "Oh, yeah, of course." She pushed up her crushed aluminum foil of steak residue to make room for her arms to rest. "Um, Lizzie, I need to talk to you."
"Sure, Andy," said Lizzie. "What is it?"
"Well, my sister--"
"Lindsay."
"Linda."
"Oh, yeah, that's right."
"Yeah, she became a little upset when you didn't arrive to her party."
"Oh, how upset was she?"
"Well, she cried, she yelled, she bit people, she cried, got better then cried again."
"Aw, I didn't think my presence was that important."
"Well, ours wasn't," added Skye. "Yours were."
"Oh. I'm sorry your sister cried and freaked out and stuff."
"Hey, she's over it," said Andrea. "For now."
"I'll make it up to her. I can give her some of my clothes."
"No."
"Okay, that's fair. Uh, maybe I'll stop by the mall and buy some perfume."
"That would be nice. You know what, dealing with Linda was very exhausting so I started to be furious at you. But since that day is over, I can't stay mad at you forever just for attending some concert."
"That reminds me," started Skye. "Whose concert did you go?"
"Pitbull," answered Lizzie.
Andrea's warm smile disappeared. "Pitbull?"
Lizzie nodded. "Yeah."
"Mister Worldwide, Pitbull?"
"Yes, it was fun."
Andrea paused with a menacing look. "I'm going to murder you."
"What?"
"I am going to murder you."
"Why? What did I do?"
"What did you do? You should know. I love Pitbull! He's my favorite singer!"
"I thought Jennifer Lopez was your favorite singer."
"Yes but Pitbull's second. And if he's near me, I'm going to be near him, don't you understand? I cannot believe that you went to a Pitbull concert and didn't invite me."
"You were at Linda's birthday party."
"Oh, you said you forgot."
"I did."
"Well, why did you even think about going?"
"Kari was going to go to the concert with a friend but that friend got sick. So Kari offered me the extra ticket."
"Why didn't you give the ticket to your mother or something?"
"Andrea, my mom doesn't like Pitbull."
"I don't care. You went without me. Therefore, I'm going to murder you."
"Andrea, you can't kill me over something stupid."
"Something stupid? You said the concert was fun. You're the one who's stupid."
The girls were silent. They made surprised faces while looking at the two.
"Andrea," whispered Madeline.
"Why would you call me stupid?" asked Lizzie.
"Because you are," responded Andrea. "And everybody knows, Lizzie. They just won't say it because they don't want to hurt your feelings."
"So why are you saying it to me?"
"Because I want to hurt your feelings."
"Really?"
"Yeah. You ask the stupidest questions and you say the dumbest things. I'm surprised that you even made it this far in school because you should be in the second grade."
"Well, you should be taking more classes on how to speak English."
"What?"
"I can hardly understand you anyway."
"So you're going to insult me for speaking Spanish, my first language?"
"You're insulting me for being stupid."
"You are stupid."
"And you're Spanish."
"It's like talking to a baby. You don't even know what three times three equals."
"Don't bring up hard math questions."
"That's a hard math question?"
"You're freaking out over nothing. Pitbull is not a God."
"Yet you still went to his concert. I-- I-- I can't be friends with someone who doesn't care and doesn't understand me because they own a crumb-sized brain."
"Well, I can't be friends with someone who freaks out over nothing like the Hulk from Fantastic Four."
Andrea stood up. "At least my boobies aren't spilling over my top."
Lizzie stood up as well. "You're just jealous because you can't wear tops like this, love handles."
"Oiga, Lindsay Slow-han--"
"Girls, girls," Madeline stood up and put her hands on Andrea's shoulders, planning to push her back down in her seat. "Are you two really going to fight over a concert? I mean, yeah, Pitbull is kinda cool--"
"Kinda cool? He's all that! And I made it very clear to you all that I love him. But somehow, Lizzie didn't get the message so I now know who my real friends are."
"Please, you are no real friend to me," Lizzie confessed, "and you never were. I'm out of here." She took her legs out from the inside of the table then walked around it.
"Not if I leave first," Andrea said, making Lizzie stop. She took her legs out of the table as well. "You can stay here; I'm going to eat with my other friends. Maybe I'll flirt with some boys like your single ex-boyfriend, Hank."
"Fine, you can flirt with him all you want." Lizzie crossed her arms. "You'll probably get him because he does like ugly girls anyway."  
Andrea squinted her eyes in anger. And even though her eyes were squinting, a massive fire appeared in them, alarming Lizzie of the worst to come. She paused then followed her instinct to run. Andrea chased Lizzie out of the cafeteria like a jaguar. The girls looked at the two until they disappeared into the hallway. They then kept their eyes to themselves and fell awfully silent.
"Who wants my French fries?" asked Skye after the long silence.

XBF4E (Chapter 1)

Over the weekend, Madeline, Debra and Skye went over to Andrea's house for a party. It was a birthday party for Andrea's sister, Linda, who was turning ten years old. The party was held in the backyard so that's where the girls head to from inside the house. Madeline brought in a big wrapped box which she sat down on a white table. The party took place in the afternoon and was a normal, traditional bash: there were shiny decorations, beefy and sugary foods and a pinata of a unicorn. It was a small party since the only people there were a few family members, Andrea's friends (missing Lizzie) and two of Linda's friends.
"What's in the box, Maddie?" asked Andrea, who was with her friends far from Linda.
"I'll give you a hint," started Madeline. "It's firm, it's helpful, and almost everybody has one."
"A dog?"
"Nope."
"A robotic dog?"
"No."
"So it's nothing cool?"
"No, it's something cool. It's a stool!"
"Dog stool?"
"No! There's a chair inside."
"What is my sister going to do with a chair?"
"Sit on it?"
"I know how chairs work."
"I just thought she would like it."
"Why do you always got to treat people around you like poor people?"
"Andrea," said Linda, approaching her.
"What's up, Linda?"
"When is Lizzie going to be here? You promised me she would come."
"She will be here soon. Don't worry, she's not going to miss your party."
Linda grinned with a short murmur then walked back to the table she was sitting in.
"Why does Linda like Lizzie again?" asked Skye.
"I think it's because Linda finds Lizzie funny," answered Andrea.
"We're funny, too," said Madeline. "Knock knock."
"Who's there?"
"I."
"I who?"
"I... didn't even come up with a joke."
"So Linda basically doesn't want us here?" Skye questioned.
"I want to say yes but no, she doesn't," responded Andrea.
"Does she not like us?" asked Debra.
"I want to say no but yes, she does not."
"Since it's her birthday, I'm saying nothing," confessed Madeline.
"I'm used to being ignored anyway," admitted Skye.
"Why are we here?"
"Because I asked you guys to be. Plus, Linda doesn't have that many friends so having y'all here would fill up this backyard a little bit. But Lizzie needs to be here. Where is she?"
"I'll text her and find out." Madeline pulled her cell phone from her jeans' pocket and started swiping away.
While Madeline did that, Andrea's father, a tan skinned, chunky man with dark hair on his head and arms, approached the girls. "Hello, girls, I pre-made your plates for you but I want you all to wait so we can say grace." He uttered that with a Latino accent.
Debra looked over at the wooden table covered with plates of foods, mostly hamburgers, hotdogs and chicken breast. "Um, excuse me, Mister Gonzalez," she said, "but do you have any foods that are not on the meat side?"
"Huh?"
"I'm a vegetarian."
"Vegetarian? Esta loca, vegetarian!
"Dad, don't make fun of my friend," ordered Andrea.
"Ella se burla de sí misma por ser vegetariano."
"No voy a tener esta pelea con usted!"
"Yo no cocino para ser irrespetado."
"Nadie te está faltando el respeto, papá."
Andrea's father sighed then looked at Debra. "I got some leftover lettuce. Chop it up and put some cheese on it; you got yourself a salad."
Andrea slapped her father's arm with an embarrassed expression on her face. He shrugged then walked away. After that, Linda walked up to the girls once again in a marching form.
"Where is Lizzie?" she asked, very demanding.
"She's coming, Linda," Andrea responded. "I promise."
"Oh," Madeline said, looking deep into her phone.
"Oh what?" questioned Linda.
"Oh, it's none of your business, Linda," Madeline looked up.
Linda glowered at Madeline with a soft groan then walked from the girls.
"What's wrong, Maddie?" asked Skye.
"Lizzie is not coming," answered Madeline.
Andrea scrunched her eyebrows together. "Why not?"
"She says she's at some concert."
"But I told her fifty times that my sister's party was today and she would really like to see her."
"Well, you know Lizzie."
"I don't believe her. Even though I believe this, I don't believe her."
"What are you going to tell Linda?" Skye asked, successfully holding in a laugh.
"Maybe you can tell Linda," started Debra, "that Lizzie is going to be really, really, really, really, really, really late."
"You want me to tell her that?" inquired Andrea. "So she can wait for her until midnight and stare into the sky like Fault in Our Stars?"
"That was a good book and movie."
"But this is not the book and movie. Okay, she is going to flip."
"No kidding, it was obvious," said Skye.
"You going to tell her?" asked Madeline.
"Frick yeah," Andrea answered. "But I just want you all to know that she is going to kill someone so who's going to be the sacrifice?"
"Not me," responded Debra. "I didn't even eat my lettuce yet."