The sun streamed through my open windows, waking me from my deep sleep. Kendall was lying on the bed next to me, fast asleep and snoring, her hair messy and drool running down her chin. I couldn’t help but smile.
We had spent hours last night talking, once we started we couldn’t stop. She told me about her string of ex-boyfriends and girlfriends and how she still hasn’t found her mate, but didn’t mind too much because she knew that it would be the right time whenever it did happen. She lives with her little sister Abi, who she has looked after ever since their Mother died. She got into fashion and makeup because she always loved making people feel good about themselves just the way they were. I liked Kendall, she didn’t make me feel crazy or ungrateful for anything I moaned about, like m
