Pizza Night

Junko collapsed on the couch. “I am out of brain-space,” she said. “All done. Memory error. Shutting down to avoid data loss.” She stuck out her tongue and flopped over like she'd frozen in place.

“Long day?” Isabella asked, walking in from the kitchen.

“The longest,” Junko replied. “It should be illegal to schedule that many tests in one day.” Making a miraculous recovery from her disorder, she sat up and held out her arms for hugs. Isabella plopped down next to her and squeezed hard. A brief kiss followed soon after.

“Well, I have some good news, at least,” Isabella said. One of her hands was hidden behind her.

“Yeees?” Junko said, trying to peak around to Isabella's back.

“It's a pizza night!” Isabella said, holding up the fifty dollar bill her parents had left.

“Oooh, pizza,” Junko said. “That might make up for the suck.” She jumped up from the couch and walked over to where the menu was stuck to the fridge. Halfway there, she froze and looked slyly over her shoulder. “Hey, doesn't that mean...”

Isabella grinned. “That my parents are gone for the evening? Why yes, yes it does.” She swept the pale strands from her face and cocked an eyebrow, doing her adolescent best to look inviting.

“Pizza can wait!” Junk exclaimed with a laugh. When she dove onto the couch to tackle Isabella, they barely missed bashing their noses. Neither of them noticed.