I Didn’t Know Better.

I watched as the glass double doors swung open as many couples walked in holding hands and with smiling faces. They were greeted by a pretty blonde with big boobs. I specified the boobs because I honestly didn’t look up at her face; but I don’t think any man who is straight ever would. I watched her glide across the floor, her boobs jumping a little with each step she took. She was hott, but she wasn’t Grace. I watched a group of short stocky women with skimpy dressed approach the bar asking for Malibu Baybrezze’s thinking they were cool for getting something fancy. Grace liked Jack. She didn’t mess around. I looked down at my watch, questioning her tardiness. She was never late; I was always the late one. She would bitch at me for being irresponsible. I would tell her that if she was going to be dating an artist she would have to expect it. She didn’t like that answer.

“Another martini sir?” The waitress asked after the crowd simmered down. I nodded as I looked up at the big TV’s that was showing some ridiculous football game. I was never into football, or any sport in that matter; but Grace was. Grace would sit in front of that screaming box and yell at the players like they could hear her. I sipped my glass of red wine and watched her. Her smile was big and bright as her eyes were arrow and determined as she watched the players run across the field.

“Here’s your martini. Are you still waiting for someone?” The waitress asked, placing the glass gently on the hardwood table. I nodded. “Okay, no problem; Just wave me over when they get here.”

As the candle flickered on the table, I was starting to get worried. Maybe she got into an accident. Maybe she got stuck at the office. She would have called if she got stuck at work. I looked down at my phone, nothing; not even a text. A half hour late, something wasn’t right. I sipped my martini as I watched the snow blanket the cold roads. Bad news traveled fast, if something happened, someone would have called me. I looked down at my phone again, still, nothing. Maybe she forgot, maybe she had been so busy at work that she just went home. I called her, as I heard it begin ring, my  pounding heartbeat overpowered the quite ringing on the other end. After thirty five seconds I heard the automated voicemail talk back to me. I shut the phone before leaving a message. Maybe she hit traffic and she couldn’t hear the phone over the radio. She always blasted the radio; it was as if every time she drove anywhere she wanted be a moving concert as she sang along loudly along with the radio.

“Do you want to start with an appetizer while you’re waiting?” The waitress asked, walking over to my table. Her curly brown hair fell in her face as she talked. Her eyes shined from the low dim from the lights. She was beautiful, but she wasn’t Grace. Grace had sunset red hair that flowed to just the middle of her back. Her almond eyes were a deep brown with a hint of gold around the outside of her pupil. I would tell her that her heart was trying to peak out of her eyes, that’s why they were tints of gold. She would blush and look down at the floor.

“Sure, I guess I’ll start with a shrimp cocktail.” I said looking down at the closed menu.

“Okay, it should be out in a minute.”

“Okay thanks.” Looking down at the phone again, a picture of us looked back me. Grace’s smile was big as I held her gently around her shoulder. Her eyes were squinty and all her teeth were showing; I was kissing her cheek. Her skin was tan and her hair was light from  the summer sun at was now so far away. We were so happy, it was perfect. Life then was perfect. Now I was sitting in a restaurant drinking alone waiting her. I should had picked her up, and not sat here looking like an asshole; a pathetic asshole.

” Shrimp Cocktail?” The waitress chirped placing the small glass on the table. Little shrimp tails hung over the side of the glass as a little cup of red cocktail sauce was placed in the center of it.

“Do you want to wait to order your dinner sir?” She asked, pulling her small black pad out of her apron.

“Yes, please. Do you mind?” I asked grabbing my martini that was half full.

” No, not at all; take your time”. She said flashing a fake smile as she walked away. She was losing money, and I was losing hope.

some more fiction… this piece isnt finished, atleast i dont think so. 

sarah.

Another Disappointment.

“So you said you have to work tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I might have to work a double”.

“Are you kidding me?”

“No, sorry.”

“That’s all you’re going to say is sorry?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know. Anything?”

“How many times have you ditched me in the last month?”

“I know, I know.”

“If you know, than why the hell are you doing it?”

“Court, I gotta make money.”

“But yet I pay for everything?”

“Thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me now? It’s not going change anything. I buy you everything. I don’t expect anything from you. The only thing I ask from you is to make a few hours with me, and you can’t even do that?”

“I’m just trying to figure things out; I don’t even have time for myself.”

“But yet you have to go to bar and spend the money I gave you on alcohol? Really?”

“I don’t pay for my drinks.”

“What, you fucking walk out?”

“No I have friends.”

“Oh, I’m not the only one you take advantage of?”

“Ha, don’t flatter yourself.”

“What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

There’s this new chick at work, Megan.”

“So, is she as much of a bitch as you?”

Even more so.

“No wonder why you like her, she is just like you.”

“I don’t like her.”

“Then why did you mention her?”

“You’re getting Psychotic.

“I am not, who the fuck is she?”

“Because she’s my friend.”

“So she buys you drinks?”

“Courtney please, I am not cheating on you. I’m not sitting at the bar spending your money. I’m  working. My life doesn’t revolve around you. You are not my top priority. You need to learn that the world doesn’t revolve around your needs. Just because you want to see me, I don’t need to jump at every single opportunity. You need to be able to live your life, and stop being so dependent on me.”

“Please, because my world revolves around you…”

“If it didn’t, than you wouldn’t have switched with three different people just so you could hang out with me.”

“You’re right.”

“ Ha,I know.”

 My try at dialogue… Sorry  I haven’t been on. I’ve been super busy! 

Have an awesome weekend everybody! 

Sarah.

Stiff Suits and Prayers (Revised)

He came in a stiff black suit. Sipping my coffee, I watched him as he scanned the room for me. He looked really out of place as little kids with syrup dripping from their chins and old people with Velcro shoes and canes walked past him.  Loud noises echoed the crowded diner as he walked past families together; husbands with wives holding hands and sharing toast. I wasn’t sure why he wanted to meet a diner; his office was just up the street. He looked serious as he firmly held his briefcase in his left hand. I wasn’t going to question his suggestions.

“You must be Coran Stevens?”He said walking in my direction.

“Steven Spencer. Nice to meet you.”  I nodded as I stood up and shook his hand.  His hand was firm as he squeezed my limp, small fingers. He didn’t smile. No warmth, no comfort. I wasn’t surprised though; lawyers weren’t the nicest people in the world. Sitting down, he ordered a coffee and a toasted bagel with cream cheese as if it were programmed. The waitress smiled as she quickly scribbled in her notebook.

“Anything for you Miss?” The waitress chirped in my direction

“No thanks.”

“Okay, thank you,” she grabbed the rest of the menus that were lying on the clean table and walked quickly away.

“So let’s get down to business, shall we?” I nodded as he lifted the shiny black leather briefcase onto the crisp white table. I crossed my legs tight as he pulled packet after packet of paper out of the briefcase.

“You need Doug to sign this line, this line, and this line before anything can be finalized,” He ordered as I followed his finger jump to each page. “You have children right?” I nodded. “If you want full custody of them you must read and sign the next three pages.” Stacy and Jeremy didn’t understand why I did this, but all they knew it had to be done. They were too young to understand and I was too old to explain. I was overwhelmed with emotion as he shuffled through the papers quickly. It wasn’t that I was rethinking my decision; it was just a lot more paper work than I thought. The thought of partly signing my kids away was something that I never in a million years thought I would do.  I sipped my coffee as he continued to go on about the legal things that I didn’t understand. I looked down at my phone where my kids happy faces stared back at me. His phone started to ring in the pocket of his jacket interrupting him in mid sentence, pulling me back to reality.

“If you will excuse me” He said, as he slid out of the booth and walked over to the door.   I looked down at the many papers lying before me. It was as if all the letters were mushed together making it hard for me to read. I could over hear him laughing, it was the most emotion that I had seen all morning come out of him.  I wondered who was on the other end; I wonder if he was mocking my patheticness.  He smiled as he leaned against the front door. Maybe it was his wife, it probably was; I could see it in his eyes. I ran my fingers through my long braided hair and sighed, looking out the window into the beaming sun.

“More Coffee, Miss?” The waitress asked walking in my direction. I nodded as she poured more piping hot coffee into my cold cup.

“Sorry about that, business call” He said as he walked back to our booth. I grinned, looking back down my future, these papers. I rested my head on my hand as I felt the color melt out of my face.

“You sure you want to do this?” He asked, sounding almost comforting.

“There is no other choice Mr. Spencer. If there was I would be doing it.” He nodded looking down at the papers.

“Do you think he will sign them?”

“Does he have a choice?” I looked down and wondered what if he didn’t sign them. What if he kept locked in this nightmare forever. I pulled my sleeves down on my shirt and looking up at him.

I wouldn’t worry Miss Stevens; men don’t usually fight against the woman. I nodded. We drank more coffee and by the fourth cup, I thought it was time for me to leave.

“Is there anything else to do?” I asked

“All that’s left to do is for you and Doug to sign the papers than we will have a meeting to discuss what’s next from here.”

“Thank you Mr. Spencer. I will keep in touch I said grabbing my purse as I slid out of the booth.

“Please, call me Steve. “He said grabbing my hand. “Look, everything is going to be fine. I try to make this process go quickly as possible.” He smiled as he let go of my hand.

“Thank you Mr. Spencer for your comfort but I think I am okay. I am doing whatever I can make it easy for my kids, so the quicker all this shit gets done the happier I will be.” I said swinging my bag over my shoulder, feeling a little taken aback.

“Nice meeting you Miss Stevens. We will keep in touch.” He said not moving from his seat.I got up and grabbed the papers off the table and shoved them in my oversized bag.

“You too, Mr. Spencer. Thank you again.” I waved as I walked out the door. As I got in my car, I wondered how many heartbroken women Mr. Spencer sees a day and if they always meet at that diner. I wondered if Mr. Spencer had a wonderful wife and tried to make his marriage successful. I wondered if Mr. Spencer was always that touchy with his clients; or if I was an exception. I drove away from the diner not looking back as the paperwork became my passenger.

So after some critiques I revised this a little. Let me know what guys think.

Sarah.

Our Last Goodbye.

The loud clanking of my high heels echoed the empty airport when we arrived. With my worn out suitcase in hand, I was off on another journey, another trip. But this time, I wasn’t sure if I was coming back. He grabbed my clammy hand as we walked over to the check in station.

“You’re gunna be fine.” He said, squeezing my hand a little tighter

“I know, but what about you Kris? Fly out for like a week and come back, you can do that.”

“Sar, I can’t do that. I have to work; you know how difficult it is to take time off.” I shrugged; he had to switch with three different people just to be able to take me to the airport. There would be no way for him to just drop everything and leave.

“I want you to do me a favor.”I stopped and looked up at his slicked black greasy hair fall in his face.

“What?”

“I want you to never come back. Don’t come back for me. If we are meant to be together, than we will move on from here. You are better than this place. You have so many more opportunities anywhere else other than shit hole. I regret every day coming back home after college. So please, move on from here.” A tear fell from my face.

“Are you breaking up with me? In a fucking airport?” I asked, dropping my suitcase on the floor.

“No, I just know you. You would come back for me.” I grinned and nodded.

“Why do you have to know me so well?” I laughed, rolling my eyes.

“Would you rather I didn’t ” I shook my head as I swung the heavy suitcase on the counter for the teller. As we walked into the waiting area, more people were starting to file in with coffee and other baked goods in their hands.

“Sar, you’re drooling practically on those people. You want a coffee?” I nodded staring at the little steam floating in the air from their cups. I watched him as he walked to the counter where he ordered me a small coffee with three sugars, light with milk. For four years, it had always been the same and he never forgot. I wonder if I will one day forget what he looked like, what he sounded like, how he takes his coffee. He walked towards me as his black basketball sneakers scuffed the floor.

“Thank you,” I said grabbing it from him, the warmth of the coffee around my hand relaxed my whole body. I sipped the small coffee that had gotten on the lid and smiled.

“I don’t think I will ever find someone who can make my coffee as good as you do. I can’t even do it this good.” He smiled, putting his arm around my shoulders as we walked towards a pair of chairs closest to the gate entrance.

“You wanna hear something that I’m afraid of?”

“What?” He said, as he pulled out his iphone.

“That I’ll forget.”

“Forget what?”

“You.”

“I don’t think you will,” he smirked, giving me a look. I elbowed him and giggled.

“You can’t take anything seriously can you?”

“Nope.” He said as he started to play temple run. I leaned into him, looking over his shoulder.

“Never miss an opportunity?” I sighed.

“Nope.” He said looking intently at the screen; I nudged his arm as I watched the small character fall to his death. I smiled.

“You probably are never going to see me ever again and you play temple run?”

“Whenever I play temple run I’ll think of you.”

“And I how much I hate it?” He laughed

“And how much it ruined your life…” I rolled my eyes.

“Worst thing I ever did in my life was introduce you to temple run.” He put his arm around me and sighed.

“You know what Sarah; I think I am really going to miss you.” I looked out the window as planes zoomed off in the distance. In a few minutes that would be me. I leaned on his shoulder as we both looked out at the sunny sky.

“Hey Kris?”

“Yeah?”

“Promise me something.”

“What?”

“That you won’t ever forget.” Warm tears started to roll down my face. I told myself I would not cry in front of him.

“Sarah, I will never forget. I’ve never had a person ever treat me as well as you did. No, I’ll never forget you.” He leaned down and kissed the tears that were rolling down my face. I smiled. “Don’t be crying, I will see you again. Sooner rather than later.” I nodded as I quickly wiped the tears from my face. The boarding announcement blared in my ear. I looked down at the floor.

“I guess this is it?” He nodded. “I love you Kristopher, don’t forget that.” I said as I clinged to his pea-coat.

I’ll see you soon. I nodded as I bit my lip. I let go and walked through the gate. Before walking away. He winked at me. I smiled.

 

I had to do an assignment with just dialogue.. Thank you old texts and Facebook chats! 

I really am not good at dialogue, narrative is my thing.. what do you guys think?

Sarah.

Sniffle #2

 

I felt like I was coming down with something. Like a cold I couldn’t shake off; like a never ending allergic reaction. I looked out the window hoping something could give me relief. I sniffled, breathing out of my mouth along with a moan of frustration. It had been six weeks and I felt like I was getting worse. Crumbled up tissues surrounded me like a barricade. The waste basket was already filled to the rim and I refused to throw my snot on the floor. I grabbed the tissue box and rocked it in my arms like a child. I took one out as the sandpaper tissue hugged my already pink tinted, scaly nose. I blew.

Looking out the window I stared at the many people scurrying down below. They looked like small ants in stiletto heels and glittery shirts.  Their hair bounced as the light wind from the late autumn night caught it. They linked arms with tall men with broad shoulders and shiny shoes. The radiant glow of the moon made shadows behind them as they walked past the tall cement buildings. I sniffled again, grabbing another tissue out of the box. I leaned my clammy face against the moist, cool window and sighed with relief. The city lights were so far from reach. I closed my eyes as I breathed slowly out of mouth.

The low melody of my Beethoven cd was on its last track and I wasn’t going to start it again. Standing from the warmth of the sill, I proceeded to my bedroom that reeked of antiseptic and eucalyptus. My tired, swollen eyes scanned the room. It felt so stale, so repeated, so boring. I looked down at my black pumps still sitting in its box not yet worn. I sniffled again. Maybe next weekend I would feel better enough to go dancing, or to at least debut my new shoes. I took off my clothes to change into fresh pajamas, even though I didn’t leave the house all day, and climbed into bed.

I opened my eyes to the blaring of honking horns and screeching breaks outside the open window. Rubbing my crusty burning eyes, I looked out at the sunny day. It was a Sunday and I thought Sunday was a day of rest. I slid out of bed and walked over to the open window and shut it, closing myself from the rest of the world. I slipped on my pink fuzzy slippers that looked like wet dog hair and dragged my stiff tired legs to the bathroom.

Looking at my reflection I noticed that any amount of color that had ever been in my face had been drained out. I spit in the sink as I sniffled. I ran my fingers through my dried out frizzy hair and shook my head with disgust. This sickness was not going to overpower me. I turned on the shower and waited for the steam to fill the small bathroom. The mirror began to fog up, fading my reflection in the mist. I leaned against the sink and put my head in my hands. Frustration filled my brain as the steam began to seep through my congested nose. I sniffled again.

The rest of Sniffle… It’s due tomorrow. 

Sarah.

               

Sniffle.

I felt like I was coming down with something. Like a cold I couldn’t shake off; like a never ending allergic reaction. I looked out the window hoping something could give me relief. I sniffle, breathing out of my mouth along with a moan of frustration. It had been six weeks and I felt like I was getting worse. Crumbled up tissues surrounded me like a barricade. The waste basket was already filled to the rim and I refused to throw my snot on the floor. I grabbed the tissue box and rocked it in my arms like a child. I took one out as the sandpaper tissue hugged my already pink, tinted, scaly nose. I blew.

Looking out the window I stared at the many people scurrying down below. They looked like small ants with stiletto heels and glittery shirts on.  Their hair bounced as the light wind from the late autumn night caught it. They linked arms with tall men with broad shoulders and shiny shoes. The radiant glow of the moon made shadows behind them as they walked past the tall cement buildings. I sniffled again, grabbing another tissue out of the box. I leaned my clammy face against the moist, cool window and sighed with relief. The city lights were so far from reach. I closed my eyes as I breathed slowly out of mouth.

The low melody of my Beethoven cd was on its last track and I wasn’t going to start it again. Standing from the warmth of the sill, I proceeded to my bedroom that reeked of antiseptic and eucalyptus. My tired, swollen eyes scanned the room. It felt so stale, so repeated, so boring. I looked down at my black pumps still sitting in it’s box not yet worn. I sniffled again. Maybe next weekend I would feel better enough to go dancing, or to at least debut my new shoes. I took off my clothes to change into fresh pajamas, even though I didn’t leave the house all day, and climbed into bed.

The beginning of my new fiction piece..Inspired by my mornings… 

Ironic enough that a second after I wrote this piece, I sneezed.. 

Sarah.

A Dirty Place (continuous)

It was musty before I cleaned the place. Each stair was draped in a blanket of dust. I walked up them, making footprints behind me. I could smell the lingering odor of fesus in the air. I questioned how he could have lived there; how he could close his eyes knowing that the piles and piles of dirty inside out clothes could suffocate him. I walked towards the kitchen where the floor was beginning to turn a weird shade of yellow. Brown liquid was dripping out of the broken clogged sink. I was afraid to question. Walking back to living area, there was a small pile of crumpled up tissues lying on the ground. I wondered what the story was, behind those tissues. Was he crying as he finished the bottle of Jameson that was turned over on its side? Was he wondering why life has given him such curve balls? Was he scared of what the future held? Was he going through old pictures, reminiscing on the good times when the people were real and the times were good? Drips of alcohol stained the white paper surrounding the pictures in the album. A frozen memory of him and his brother looked back at me. His smile was the biggest I’d ever seen as he lightly held a can of Coors Light in his hand. It was winter because they were wearing sweatshirts and they were at a bar with many people I didn’t recognize. He was the happiest I’d ever seen him. That man in the picture would never have left this place like this. That man cared about himself. That man had a heart. I looked out the dirty window of the apartment and wondered where he could be. What he was doing, but I hope whatever he was doing, I was hoping he was happy.

Rain beat on the windows as the days went on and as the rain pounded against the rooftops the more I missed him. It had been a week I was starting to get worried. To keep my mind off the pain and the anxiety, I started to clean. I didn’t even clean my own place, so cleaning this roach coach was a shock to even myself. The more I thought about his disappearance, the more I cleaned, and the more I cleaned, madder I got. I scrubbed the floor thinking that if the house was clean he’d want to come back, that things would change. I heard ambulances and police cars wiz down the street as more horrible scenarios filled my already boggled brain. How could a man I love so much just leave and not tell me? What kind of idiot am I that don’t know where he could be? What kind of asshole waits here, thinking he will come home? As I sat on the sticky kitchen floor I recalled all the times of the two of us sitting on the floor drunk and silly. Kissing, talking, and laughing at stupid things, being kids, being together. At that time I thought he would never leave. I would never be waiting for him to come home. Memories began to waterlog my brain as I stared up at the table and counter from the floor. The water from my brain rolled down my warm face. I sobbed into the dirty floor as the comfort of his clothes surrounded me.

People say that a watch pot never boils, but I say that a watched phone never rings, and with that I waited. Weeks had gone by and I started to feel amputated. His house felt so empty, so cold without his warm presence. Every time I walked up the stairs I was waiting to see him silently sleeping on the couch, but instead it was just like I left it the night before. The tenet started to call and I let the phone ring like an alarm clock. I was getting sick of this irresponsible game he was playing and people were getting worried. His friends would come looking for him, neighbors would ask questions. I had no answers to give. As I cleaned, I found old papers, hoping maybe something would give me an answer. As went through the old pictures and books, I can across a plain notebook and it had a small heart in the corner. I know I shouldn’t have, but I opened it. It was filled with old movie stubs, pictures of him and her, letters, To Do Lists. I realized how beautiful she was. How much she loved him and how much she wanted things  to work out for them. Maybe he went to find her, but I found that hard to believe. He never mentioned her; he would say that the past was no longer important. That man in those pictures with her was a different man that I know. While rummaging through the papers, I found her phone number on a small napkin. I slipped it in my pocket. Maybe she knew something I didn’t. Maybe she could help me get him back.

There will be more.. thought you’d wanna hear more of my attempt at fiction.

A Dirty Place.

It was musty before I cleaned the place. Each stair was draped in a blanket of dust. I walked up them, making footprints behind me and rolled my eyes. I could smell the lingering odor of fesus in the air. I questioned how he could have lived here; how he could close his eyes knowing that the piles and piles of dirty inside out clothes could suffocate him. I walked towards the kitchen where the floor was beginning to turn a weird shade of yellow. Brown liquid was dripping out of the broken clogged sink. I was afraid to question. Walking back to living area, there was a small pile of crumpled up tissues laying on the ground. I wondered what the story was behind those tissues. Was he crying as he finished the bottle of Jameson that was turned over on its side? Was he wondering why life has given him such curve balls? Was he scared of what the future held? Was he going through old pictures, reminiscing on the good times when the people were real and the times were good? Drips of alcohol stained the white paper surrounding the pictures in the album. A frozen memory of him and his brother looked back at me. His smile was the biggest I’d ever seen as he lightly held a can of Coors Light in his hand. It was winter because they were wearing sweatshirts and they were at a bar with many people I didn’t recognize around them. He was the happiest I’d ever seen him. That man in the picture would never have left this place like this. That man cared about himself. That man had a heart. I looked out the dirty window of the apartment and wondered where he could be. What he was doing, but I hope whatever he is doing, I hope he was happy.

I had to write about a place I’d been before, I think I am going to turn this into something. I wrote this in my creative writing class. You’re probably going to see alot of stuff from my class. 

Sarah.

Being Independent and in Love

This is some of my fiction writing.. this is very old but I fixed it up a tad. It’s pretty rough. I am not very good at fiction. I used to be until I met its brother Non fiction and I fell in love. Anyway, Enjoy. my goal for the summer is to get back into fiction writing, I promise you’ll see better. 

-P.s Some profanity… sorry.

“If you think you can take care of yourself, then maybe you should get out!” My mother threatened as she held her pointer finger directly in front of my face. You have possibly no idea how much I wanted to rip that finger off her hand and shove it up her asshole. Just because I came in at 5 o’clock in the morning last night, that doesn’t mean I could take care of myself. That means that I fell asleep at my boyfriend’s house and when I got up, I   went home.

“Maybe I can take care of myself. You always treat me like a goddamn baby and I’m fucking sick of it!” I screamed, as I marched up the stairs to grab some of my things. I wasn’t going to live with a human being who was in denial that I was growing up. When she was growing up, she lived at her mother’s house until she got married. I was not going to be like that. Anger crept up my body like fire and before I knew it I was crying in my bedroom as I packed my stuff up to go, and possibly never come back.

Walking out the front door and leaving my mother behind,was one of the hardest things I had ever done in my life. I didn’t know where to go so I just got in the car and drove, drove until my tears made my face swollen. I just really wanted to go home, but I knew I was no longer welcomed there. I went to my boyfriend’s house, I knew he would mind letting me stay for a few days. I knocked on the door two times before he answered. Looking down at me,and smiled like he knew I was coming.

“Anna what are you-“

“My parents kicked me out, can I stay the night?” I pleaded, grabbing onto my backpack firmly with my hand as I stood in front of him.

“Of course, c’mon in.” He said stepping aside. I kissed him on the cheek as I walked in through the door.

“ If my parents changed their minds and want me back, they would know where to find me.” He rolled his eyes as he walked behind me to the kitchen. I knew more about his house then I knew about  my own. The kitchen was a shade of red; most predominantly not found in houses in the neighborhood that we lived in. Mike owned the house because his parents where always away at work, and after Mike turned sixteen, he was done traveling.

Mike guided me through the kitchen and to his bedroom, where him and I usually hung out on any ordinary day, but today was different. It didn’t feel the same. I felt like I was running from everyone just to be with him. I laid my backpack onto his bed and looked at it strangely.

“What’s the matter?” Mike asked looking at me and then looking at the backpack. I shook my head and sat down on his bed.

“Did you eat anything?” He asked sitting next to me, putting his arm around my waist.

No. I said quietly as I studied the stitching on his dark washed jeans that made him look exceptionally sexy.

“Would you like something?” He asked standing up and looking down at me.

“Sure.” I stood up and kissing him on the cheek and walked in front of him. Mike’s house was the quietest house I think I have ever been in. He had no dog, no cat, nothing.  Sometimes it was too quiet. Sometimes I could hear my own heartbeat… it was kind of creepy. Mike took out a pot out of cabinet and put on the rusty stove

“Will Mac and Cheese do?” He asked knowing well enough that Mac and Cheese was my favorite food.I nodded and walked into the living room where he owned a small TV and mix matched couches and recliners. Flipping on the TV reminded me of home, which was something didn’t want to think about. I had to leave eventually, but not right now, I couldn’t leave, it would make me look weak.

“So why are you fighting with your parents again?” Mike asked as he sat next to me with two scorching bowels of Mac and cheese in his hand.

“Because they are in denial that I am growing up, they don’t understand that I have to live my life.”  I said taking the bowl from him and sitting it on my lap. Mike nodded and continued to listen. “They don’t understand that we are in love and that if I accidently sleepover, it’s not really a big deal.”

“Well aren’t they gunna look for you? I mean they still love you, don’t they?” He asked taking a spoonful of Mac and cheese and putting it into his mouth.

“Of course they do. I just need some time to be independent, and if they were good parents they will understand that.” He rolled his eyes. We ate in silence as the TV yelled between our awkwardness.

“So how long do you want me to stay?” I asked as I got up taking our bowls to the sink.

“However long you want. I get lonely here by myself.” He yelled over the blaring TV.I giggled

“You know you can turn the volume down, silly.”

After we ate, I jumped in Mike’s bed and curled myself into his over abundance of down comforters. Mike snuggled beside me. Feeling the warmth in is body made me sure I made the right decision.

The next morning I woke up and Mike was already out of bed and getting ready for school. I walked out his room and saw him with a toothbrush in his mouth making bacon and eggs on the stove.

“Hungry?”He asked still with the toothbrush in his mouth. I nodded and sat down at the kitchen table and watched him. It amazed me how with him eating so much he wouldn’t be 500 lbs. I got up and walked into his bedroom and threw one of his tee shirts on and my ripped up jeans that my mother hated. I looked at myself in the mirror and was pleasantly surprised of what I saw in the mirror I was becoming much more feminine then I was last year. I never got boobs until this year. Now I am turning into a women and I was very excited.

See that, that’s beauty. He said looking the mirror next to me.I smiled.

“Ready to go?” I asked before kissing him on the cheek.He sighed and nodded, as he dreaded school as I did but it was our last year and we had to graduate so we together could become independent.