BRIA
I stepped out of my bedroom, ready for the weekend plan. But as soon as I entered the kitchen, Bonnie almost spat her juice at my sight. She put the glass down and opened her mouth, but I stopped her from saying anything.
"I know I look like shit! So don't." I grumbled, slipping into the stool at the breakfast bar.
She quietly poured a glass for me with her favourite watermelon juice and passed it to me.
"You should have called me, you know." She said calmly after a moment.
I sip on the juice, shaking my head lightly. "I was not in a state to think wisely. Besides, I didn't want to wake you up thrice in a week in the middle of the night."
I felt bad for Bonnie as she had to run to my room past two nights to calm me after getting those hideous nightmares. She looked tired too but didn't complain even once.
"You can set the makeup." She suggested.
I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "That's another thing I sucked at!"