One Week Later...2:37 p.m.
I rush into the kitchen as my phone chimes loudly, alerting me of an incoming call.
"Hello?" I answer.
"What's up, sister from another mister?" Santana's voice greets.
She and I have been talking more since she came home from college last week. For the past couple of days, though, we haven't gotten the chance to talk since Santana has been unpacking.
I laugh. "That's original, Pocahontas. What's up? How's being home going?" I ask curiously.
"Uhm...everything's going well. Mom's been helping me get settled in. Anyway, you doing anything today?"
I look around the room at the boxes against the wall, knowing I need to unpack more than I have. "Nope, nothing at all. Why? You want to make plans?"
"Yeah, actually. My best friend, Kyle, wants to meet up for a l
