Best Friends...Forever? Read Online Free
Author: Krysten Lindsay Hager
modeling was totally stupid, I'd still ask her about it, because I knew it was important to her. But Lucy couldn't be bothered, I guess.
We left a few hours later, and as soon as I walked in the door of Dad's apartment, I went straight to the computer.
"Please, please, please," I chanted in my head as I waited for my e-mail to open. There were eight new messages, but six were stupid ads. Peyton had written back saying she had pneumonia, and Ashanti had scanned a picture of her wearing her new light-pink winter coat. I tried to picture Vladi's e-mail address in my new mail section. I didn't think it would work, but I checked the inbox once more before signing off. Yes, yes, yes! He wrote back!
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To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Hi Landry
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Hi Landry,
How are you? Glad to know you ' re having fun in Chicago. My Uncle Yuri came last night , and my mom made potato pancakes, my favorite. Do you have other relatives in Chicago or just your dad? What did you do on Christmas? I don ' t get to open my presents until January (we celebrate later), but I hope I get some new video games. What did you get?
See ya,
Vladi
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He had written me back and wanted to know what I did for Christmas. Vladi was so thoughtful, so sweet, and I loved potato pancakes, too! We were so meant to be. I didn't e-mail him right back â that was Ashanti's rule: always wait a little bit before writing a guy back â and went to tell my mom just as Dad was coming into the room.
"So that's the guy you were hanging out with at Ignatowski's Ice Cream Palace?" she asked, and I nodded.
"What guy? Huh? How old is he?" Dad asked.
"He's a freshman. His name is Vladi, and he's adorable," I said, sliding over the top of the couch.
"He is?" Dad asked.
"He is adorable," my mom said.
Dad rolled his eyes. "No, he's a freshman ?"
I sat up. Did Dad think that a freshman wouldn't be interested in me? Vladi was just a year older than me, but Dad started to point out that high school was a completely different world. I didn't think that was important, since I was totally and completely in love with Vladi, but I didn't argue.
"It's not like they're dating," Mom said.
I knew she was trying to help, but it made me feel worse, since she obviously thought Vladi wouldn't ask me out. At least Dad acted like there might have been something to be concerned about. I almost pointed out our "sorta/maybe" dates but decided not to, or else Dad might not have let me leave the house again. Mom asked if I'd written back when Dad left the room. I told her about Ashanti's waiting rule.
"I used to do that, too. Sometimes I still make your dad wait before I call him back," she said, laughing.
"What should I write?"
"Just be yourself," she said.
I decided to e-mail Peyton and Ashanti for advice, since my mother was absolutely no help. Peyton was still sick, but both she and Ashanti said the same thing: "Be yourself." Hmm, well, if they both thought it might work then I figured I might as well try it.
I wrote Vladi back and told him about going to my grandma's and what I got for Christmas. It surprised me how long my e-mail was when I finished writing. As I re-read it, I hoped he didn't think I was a loser with nothing better to do, even though I sort of was.
Chapter Four
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The next day, we headed over to my other grandparents' house for dinner. Grandpa Dombrowski opened the door and his face brightened as soon as he saw me. "How's my girl? Well, how's my supermodel writer, I should say." Grandpa always made me feel like I was his favorite person on earth.
"Bernie, let them in the house," Grandma said. "They'll catch their death standing on the porch. Get in here. Come, come."
Mom went over to her as Grandpa took my coat. "I hope you're hungry," Grandma said. "We're ready to eat."
"Do you need help with anything, Ma?" Mom asked.
"You don't know what you're doing in my kitchen," Grandma said, waving her off. "It's easier if I do it
We left a few hours later, and as soon as I walked in the door of Dad's apartment, I went straight to the computer.
"Please, please, please," I chanted in my head as I waited for my e-mail to open. There were eight new messages, but six were stupid ads. Peyton had written back saying she had pneumonia, and Ashanti had scanned a picture of her wearing her new light-pink winter coat. I tried to picture Vladi's e-mail address in my new mail section. I didn't think it would work, but I checked the inbox once more before signing off. Yes, yes, yes! He wrote back!
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To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Hi Landry
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Hi Landry,
How are you? Glad to know you ' re having fun in Chicago. My Uncle Yuri came last night , and my mom made potato pancakes, my favorite. Do you have other relatives in Chicago or just your dad? What did you do on Christmas? I don ' t get to open my presents until January (we celebrate later), but I hope I get some new video games. What did you get?
See ya,
Vladi
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He had written me back and wanted to know what I did for Christmas. Vladi was so thoughtful, so sweet, and I loved potato pancakes, too! We were so meant to be. I didn't e-mail him right back â that was Ashanti's rule: always wait a little bit before writing a guy back â and went to tell my mom just as Dad was coming into the room.
"So that's the guy you were hanging out with at Ignatowski's Ice Cream Palace?" she asked, and I nodded.
"What guy? Huh? How old is he?" Dad asked.
"He's a freshman. His name is Vladi, and he's adorable," I said, sliding over the top of the couch.
"He is?" Dad asked.
"He is adorable," my mom said.
Dad rolled his eyes. "No, he's a freshman ?"
I sat up. Did Dad think that a freshman wouldn't be interested in me? Vladi was just a year older than me, but Dad started to point out that high school was a completely different world. I didn't think that was important, since I was totally and completely in love with Vladi, but I didn't argue.
"It's not like they're dating," Mom said.
I knew she was trying to help, but it made me feel worse, since she obviously thought Vladi wouldn't ask me out. At least Dad acted like there might have been something to be concerned about. I almost pointed out our "sorta/maybe" dates but decided not to, or else Dad might not have let me leave the house again. Mom asked if I'd written back when Dad left the room. I told her about Ashanti's waiting rule.
"I used to do that, too. Sometimes I still make your dad wait before I call him back," she said, laughing.
"What should I write?"
"Just be yourself," she said.
I decided to e-mail Peyton and Ashanti for advice, since my mother was absolutely no help. Peyton was still sick, but both she and Ashanti said the same thing: "Be yourself." Hmm, well, if they both thought it might work then I figured I might as well try it.
I wrote Vladi back and told him about going to my grandma's and what I got for Christmas. It surprised me how long my e-mail was when I finished writing. As I re-read it, I hoped he didn't think I was a loser with nothing better to do, even though I sort of was.
Chapter Four
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The next day, we headed over to my other grandparents' house for dinner. Grandpa Dombrowski opened the door and his face brightened as soon as he saw me. "How's my girl? Well, how's my supermodel writer, I should say." Grandpa always made me feel like I was his favorite person on earth.
"Bernie, let them in the house," Grandma said. "They'll catch their death standing on the porch. Get in here. Come, come."
Mom went over to her as Grandpa took my coat. "I hope you're hungry," Grandma said. "We're ready to eat."
"Do you need help with anything, Ma?" Mom asked.
"You don't know what you're doing in my kitchen," Grandma said, waving her off. "It's easier if I do it
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