Weeks in writing!
“Char, Char, Char! I can’t wear yellow to the groombride shower. It washes out my skin” I told him exaggeratedly.
“Groombride?” He questioned, shaking his head. His brown hair was getting too long, and starting to wave on the bottom. It was kind of adorable, actually.
“Yes, Tony isn’t really a man, is he? It’s like a bridal shower- for a man? He doesn’t want strippers, just renting out a hotel room and getting facials.” I told him.
“You make him sound like he’s the gayest man in the world. He’s, as you say, “looks manly man.”
“Yes, I know. Anyway, let’s not talk about it. Hold my purse, please?” I looked up at him with big eyes.
He sighed. “Why, again?”
“For ultimate embarrassment.” I paused. “And because you love me.”
He took my purse.
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“How are Tony and Colin’s wedding plans going” Dr. Maynes asked me, popping nicotine gum in her mouth.
“It’s okay. One month left! Colin is freaking out about the menu. And table cloths. And venue.” I paused. “He’s freaking out about basically everything. “
“Ah. Who are you intending to take?”
“Most likely Char. We are kind of seeing each other. I mean, we are always with each other…and stuff.”
“Stuff?”
“Stuff” I looked at her meaningfully.
She’s a woman, but she isn’t my friend and I’m not that comfortable to talk about things like that with her. Now that I think about it, I don’t have much “lady friends”
“Ah, I see” She gave me her therapist stare. It was very annoying
“Yes.”
We talked about my senior year, and my lack of panic attacks; how that was a sign of my mental health progressing.
Then it was time to leave.
Dr. Maynes looked at her watch. “I’ll see you next week.”
“Sure thing”
I walked out of the office, and then got into my car.
I found myself dialing Tom’s number, wanting to tell him how my session went. It’s almost automatic to pick up the phone and call him when something happens, or just to talk; but I can’t do that anymore. Maybe it’s time to make up. But, will he let me?
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“Truth.”Tom told me. We were walking in Central Park, one of our favorite activates after getting coffee.
“Shoot. “ I told him.
“Do you have a 5 Year Plan?” he asked me.
“I don’t go that far into the future. I have 2 year plans. “
“Why not 5?”
“5 are so long term and it has this sense of concrete to it. Life plans should be flexible, yet, concise. “I took a sip of my blended mocha truffle coffee.
“Ah.” Tom looked thoughtful. “Explain.”
“I mean, plans are basically a semi-elaborate list-what to do first, and then next. If you are making normal, everyday plans like ‘Where do you want to go? What time should we meet?’ It has to be definite, or it’ll fall through. Life Plans, on the other hand, can’t be so because time comes up faster than we expect it- We’ll fall short on our 5 Year Plan. Besides, 5 years is too great of a time to even want to predict what may come.” I stared at me. “You follow?”
He rolled his eyes. “Would I be here, if I didn’t?” He grabbed my arm. “There are puddles everywhere. “
“Oh, Tom. You just want to hold me!”
We laughed and continued walking.
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Three weeks left until the wedding
“Talk to him.” Dr. Maynes told me.
We were talking about Tom for five sessions now. I can’t help that I have nothing else to talk about…
“But, if I talk to him- after what, 3 months, it’ll seem like I miss him and I’m desperate for his companionship.”
She stared.
I sighed deeply. “If he wanted to contact me, he would have by now. “
“What about those unknown numbers? Tony told you his theory about that being Tom.” Dr. Maynes told me quite calmly.
“Tony also has a theory gay men are nicer than lesbians. “
She laughed, then sobered up. “We’ve been talking about “saving yourself” in these sessions, but what we didn’t breach is, sometimes you have to let other people aide you in the process. We live in an interpersonal world. People need people for, as you say, “don’t go mental and start knitting.”
From all of what you told me and my belief that Tony’s theories are correct, you two friendship is worth fighting for. You don’t meet real friends like that very often. “She looked at her watch. “It’s time to leave. But, first, I want to give you an assignment.”
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Doctor Maynes is making me write a list; a list about my feelings- my “iffiness” with Char, Tom and Myself. It’s stupid, but here it is.
Love. A word. An Emotion. A failing.
It hurts.
You don’t sleep.
You get so nervous at the thought of him, you act like some crazy, OCD twit.
Jealousy makes me break out.
My hands shake so much when I imagine them together, I spill my coffee. My coffee…COFFEE.
I don’t like how he just let me go, and didn’t fight for me.
I hate how I want him to be jealous.
I hate how I’m leading on a great guy, but can’t help it because I’m so sprung on Him. Asshole.
I hate how he makes me figure things out for myself; like now- that I love him, after almost 2 months of being angry, but longing.
I hate how I enjoy our debates, when half the time he is winning. He never lets me win.
I hate how I compared every other guy, even the Classic Hollywood Men, and they fall short.
I hate him.
I hate feeling like this.
I hate the loss of control. I, a girl with everything in its particular place, 2 year plans; to do lists- can’t control the situation, my emotions. God, don’t make me say heart!
I hate that after all this time, He’s known all along.
I hate how I have to apologize.
But, I learned, hating something means less than doing what you must for the one you love.
And I love him.
Huh.
I said it.
I love him.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Author's note:
You may have realized this already... but I am taking a break on writing Truth.I don't have motivation. There is my other story "Another Angst Story" It is Tom POV. Check that out please.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Truth:Dressing Rooms
author's note:companion piece to Truth
"Colin!The purple cuff links or the white?Tony asked, holding up an extravagant pair of each.
"Purple is too gay. White." Colin told him while he browsed through the ties.
"Yes, but-"
"He's right.Too gay. " I told Told.
We were in Tux's and Gow for 45 minutes and I was already growing annoyed.
"And you're too short and neurotic!" Tony stuck out his tongue.
"I'm 5'2 AND a half." I said, sniffing."That's average height."
"At the shire- oh are your feet hairy too?"Tony clapped his hand like the gay dinosaur he is. No!Leave me alone!"
It was too late. He was already taking off my flats.
"Mismatched socks?Really?"
Tony shook his head.
"Grow a pair."
"Colin can vouch for that."
I made a disgusted face(and who can blame me) and walked out.
"Colin!The purple cuff links or the white?Tony asked, holding up an extravagant pair of each.
"Purple is too gay. White." Colin told him while he browsed through the ties.
"Yes, but-"
"He's right.Too gay. " I told Told.
We were in Tux's and Gow for 45 minutes and I was already growing annoyed.
"And you're too short and neurotic!" Tony stuck out his tongue.
"I'm 5'2 AND a half." I said, sniffing."That's average height."
"At the shire- oh are your feet hairy too?"Tony clapped his hand like the gay dinosaur he is. No!Leave me alone!"
It was too late. He was already taking off my flats.
"Mismatched socks?Really?"
Tony shook his head.
"Grow a pair."
"Colin can vouch for that."
I made a disgusted face(and who can blame me) and walked out.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Truth:Chapter 16
Truth:Chapter 16
“Your first crush?” I asked Tom, taking a sip of my coffee.
“Melissa Akers. 4th grade. She was gorgeous. Blonde hair, blue eyes… I was a boy in love. “ He sighed. “Too bad I was a scrawny kid.”
I pinched his muscles. “You’re not anymore.”
“ I know.” He told me”Okay, same question.”
“Timonthy Allen. 2nd grade. Forgot what he looked like. I was too skinny as well.”
“Sad.” He did that eyebrow thing“The curse of ugly kids.”
I threw my spoon at him.
“I wasn’t ugly!”
“I was just kidding!”
“No, you were doing that eyebrow thing- you always do that when you are trying to be serious.” I shook a finger in his face.
“You got me.” He rolled his eyes. “Are you finished with that?” Tom pointed to my half-eaten waffles.
“Yes, dutch this time?”
“I’ll pay.” He motioned for the waiter “Check please.”
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“YOU BROKE MARVIN!” I screeched to Char. I can’t believe he broke my coffee maker! What a sin!
“I swear-it just happened!” He ducked my punch.”I’ll buy you another one.”
“Okay, let’s go now. “ He stared at me blankly.”I’ll get dressed! God, like I’ll go out with just my jammies on.”
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“What about this one?” Char pointed to a Mr. Coffee machine.
“That cheap piece of shit? Uh, no.” I wandered down the aisle looking for the perfect replacement for Marvin(RIP) “Char!”
I started jumping up and down, which was a bad idea because I almost bumped into an old woman.
“LUXIST!It’s in red…and its on sale!”
“Christina, that is $400…”
“Marvin was a Luxist…this could be his son or daughter. You owe me, Char.” I tried to look intimidating, but he just laughed.
“You’re lucky I have a job.”
“Where do you work at?”
“I whore some girls out.”
“Haha,cute. I know you quit the delivery place, so where?”
“I got an internship at the law firm. It doesn’t pay much .Just $15 an hour…”
“Oh. Well, that’s more than me…if I don’t get any tips. Which I do, I mean, not to be conceited but I am a young, attractive woman.” I told him.
“That you are. Hurry, let’s pay for this, and go back to my place.”
“Rent movies?”
“NO Monty Python!”
I sighed. “Deal”
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“Ah, I wish all guys could profess their love like Harry.” I told Tom
“Yeah, like all guys have a script in front of them.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Where’s your sense of romance?”
He trampled on top of me and whispered “Is this romantic?
“If you think cutting off my air supply is romantic, then no.”
He rolled off.
I miss Tom. I shouldn’t be thinking of him when I’m with Char…I shouldn’t.
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“I’d like to apologize for my unprofessional behavior, Christina.” Dr. Maynes said when I sat down.
“It’s okay. It seems we are both going under some stress.”
“Go on. “
“I finally admitted I miss Tom after I saw him with another girl. Me and Char got drunk and had sex. We weren’t drunk, and had sex again. Colin and Tony are getting married. I want to quit my job. I’m anxious about senior year…I’m just so confused.” I started to tear up. “Shit. I hate crying. It makes me feel like a damsel or a basketcase. I guess I’m leaning more to the basketcase.”
I started to laugh. “When did everything fall apart?”
“You have to decided that for yourself. I can’t tell you how to feel.”
“Or it wouldn’t be self-help, right? “
“Yes.”
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“Colin, you really need to organize your paperwork! It won’t surprise me, in this mess, you will lose your bills and have to file bankruptcy. And then-“ I paused for dramatic effect “You can’t take me out to dinner.”
“Christina, I’m a pharmacist in training- I will make enough money to feed you and Tom’s kids!” Colin sighed when I turned silent.
“Can you two just get over it? You miss him. He’s fucking everyone to pretend he doesn’t miss you.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I’ve been watching Dr. Oz.”
“ Ew. His arms are so hairy- like a caveman. “ Colin stared. “What? I notice these things!”
“Back to the point, avoider of topics, “ Colin started. “You miss him. Call him. Have babies, I want to be an Uncle.”
“Don’t you have a sister? “ I threw a pillow at him “Kids are retarded midgets! You know that!”
He laughed. “You’re mistaking the general population for your childhood. “
I threw another pillow at him.
00000
I’m going to do it. I’m going to call the man I’ve been avoiding for months. Now…
“Christina, honey dew, you are saying your thoughts aloud again.” Tony told me.
“Shut up! Let me call…okay…someone hand me the phone. “
“The phone is in your hand.”
I threw the phone “Someone get me the phone and hand it to me. “
My friends stared. “Ah, I can’t do this. “
5 minutes later after Char pulled me down and putting the phone in my hands, I called.
“Char, you really need to work on those abs. They are not as hard.”
“Hello?” a girl answered Tom’s phone. She’s probably a slut. And blonde. And tall. And gorgeous. Ag.
“Is Tom there?” I asked politely.
“He’s getting dressed.” The girl said, bored.
I hung up.
“He has another girl over there. “
“ Oh.” Colin said. “Maybe she’s there to pick up something. “
“Like her panties” Char muttered.
“He’s getting dressed. They had sex!” I groaned “He’s over me.”
“Don’t cry.” Tony said, already passing me a tissue.
“I won’t. “
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There was a knock on my door.
“Ugh. Too early.” I rolled off the latest bint and got out of bed.
I opened the door to find two angry men.
“Hello, Dugrey. Can we come in?” asked Colin, not waiting for the formal invitation, he walked inside.
“Can I help you?” I said gruffly.
“ You can.” Tony said “Quit being an ass and call Christina”
I groaned “She told me she doesn’t need me. What am I supposed to do? Bother her until she does? No thanks. I’m fine right now.”
“Whoring yourself doesn’t seem fine, does it Tony?” Colin asked his fiancée
“No, it doesn’t. It sounds like he’s running away. I think that’s it, fiancée”
“Yes, I think-“
I interrupted them “If you are done trying to guilt trip me. I’m going to stop you right now. I need coffee.”
Almost automatically, flashbacks of Christina appeared in my mind.
“I’ll make it.” Colin offered, pushing me out of the way and into the kitchen.
“Ew. Maxwell House? You lowered your standards in everything” Colin tsked
“I’m a struggling college student”
“No, you’re not.” Tony said off-handedly “You are a struggling college whore.”
“Enough with the antagonism, Queer Eye. I can always kick you out, you know.” I told them, frustrated.
“You don’t have the muscle power.” Colin told me
Tony then flexed.
“Right. “ I rolled my eyes. I’m really sick of these two making me out to be the bad guy.
“You are the bad guy.” Colin told me, drinking my coffee. “You voice your thoughts aloud…like someone else we know.”
I scowled. “Out!”
Colin pushed Tony out the door.
“Good. Now, its just the boys.” Colin told me.
“Tony isn’t one?” I asked, smirking
“He likes to pretend he is, but I know better.” Colin walked closer to me. “You. Need. To. Make. Up. With. The Love of your life. “
“Emily Blunt won’t return my calls.” I told him.
“Listen, smart ass, I am not leaving until you call her. She’s lonely without you.”
“Fine, Elton John,” Colin scoffed at me “Hand me the phone”
He did. I started dialing. She picked up on the fourth ring.
“Hello?” Christina answered. In the background, I could hear shuffling “Char!” Giggle.
“I’m sorry. Who is this?” She asked.
I hung up.
“Lonely, huh? Sounds like she’s fine with another man.”
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Damn you, Christina. I thought. Char was supposed to leave at 3! I told that girl…
“She’s probably watching Sex and the City. “ Tom stared at me disbelievingly. “That’s her favorite show, now that its on E!” He still stared “Oh, so you can whore yourself, but Christina can’t be with her friend? That’s hypocritical, Dugrey. A double standard, actually.”
“Out. Now.” Tom interrupted me.
I nodded, and headed out.
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“He was heartbroken, Tony, I’m telling you.” I explained to my fiancée. “That’s the only reason why he would be so angry.”
Tony nodded indulgently.
“Maybe I can prescribe him Prozac…” I wondered aloud
“What’s with pharmacist- or future pharmacists- and drugging everyone?” Tony asked me.
“I’m not a frat boy drugging some freshman. Its prescribing medicine that can help you.”
“And Prince Charles is attractive.”
“He does have that charm.”
Tony turned his showtunes up.
0000
“What are you doing?” Char asked me.
I was applying my moisturizer for the fifth time.
“Moisturizing. I don’t want wrinkles.” I told him simply.
“This is your sixth time applying that goo to your face.” Char reminded me.
“The fifth. The first thing I put was for my brown spots.”
“You’re PALE.”
“You can still get sun marks. “
“You get sunburn every time you go outside- You don’t go outside.”
“That’s not true. I went to get the paper across the street” I shook my finger at him “I’m not a zombie that comes out at night. I love the sun…even though it’s a bitch that burns me. Nevermind, I don’t like the sun. The sun can go to hell..wait there is already a sun in hell. I mean, that’s why its so hot, right?”
“Ask Tom.” He muttered.
I chose to ignore his comment.
“Let’s just get coffee, okay?”
He agreed.
I want someone that challenges me, I thought.
“Your first crush?” I asked Tom, taking a sip of my coffee.
“Melissa Akers. 4th grade. She was gorgeous. Blonde hair, blue eyes… I was a boy in love. “ He sighed. “Too bad I was a scrawny kid.”
I pinched his muscles. “You’re not anymore.”
“ I know.” He told me”Okay, same question.”
“Timonthy Allen. 2nd grade. Forgot what he looked like. I was too skinny as well.”
“Sad.” He did that eyebrow thing“The curse of ugly kids.”
I threw my spoon at him.
“I wasn’t ugly!”
“I was just kidding!”
“No, you were doing that eyebrow thing- you always do that when you are trying to be serious.” I shook a finger in his face.
“You got me.” He rolled his eyes. “Are you finished with that?” Tom pointed to my half-eaten waffles.
“Yes, dutch this time?”
“I’ll pay.” He motioned for the waiter “Check please.”
0000
“YOU BROKE MARVIN!” I screeched to Char. I can’t believe he broke my coffee maker! What a sin!
“I swear-it just happened!” He ducked my punch.”I’ll buy you another one.”
“Okay, let’s go now. “ He stared at me blankly.”I’ll get dressed! God, like I’ll go out with just my jammies on.”
0000
“What about this one?” Char pointed to a Mr. Coffee machine.
“That cheap piece of shit? Uh, no.” I wandered down the aisle looking for the perfect replacement for Marvin(RIP) “Char!”
I started jumping up and down, which was a bad idea because I almost bumped into an old woman.
“LUXIST!It’s in red…and its on sale!”
“Christina, that is $400…”
“Marvin was a Luxist…this could be his son or daughter. You owe me, Char.” I tried to look intimidating, but he just laughed.
“You’re lucky I have a job.”
“Where do you work at?”
“I whore some girls out.”
“Haha,cute. I know you quit the delivery place, so where?”
“I got an internship at the law firm. It doesn’t pay much .Just $15 an hour…”
“Oh. Well, that’s more than me…if I don’t get any tips. Which I do, I mean, not to be conceited but I am a young, attractive woman.” I told him.
“That you are. Hurry, let’s pay for this, and go back to my place.”
“Rent movies?”
“NO Monty Python!”
I sighed. “Deal”
0000
“Ah, I wish all guys could profess their love like Harry.” I told Tom
“Yeah, like all guys have a script in front of them.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Where’s your sense of romance?”
He trampled on top of me and whispered “Is this romantic?
“If you think cutting off my air supply is romantic, then no.”
He rolled off.
I miss Tom. I shouldn’t be thinking of him when I’m with Char…I shouldn’t.
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“I’d like to apologize for my unprofessional behavior, Christina.” Dr. Maynes said when I sat down.
“It’s okay. It seems we are both going under some stress.”
“Go on. “
“I finally admitted I miss Tom after I saw him with another girl. Me and Char got drunk and had sex. We weren’t drunk, and had sex again. Colin and Tony are getting married. I want to quit my job. I’m anxious about senior year…I’m just so confused.” I started to tear up. “Shit. I hate crying. It makes me feel like a damsel or a basketcase. I guess I’m leaning more to the basketcase.”
I started to laugh. “When did everything fall apart?”
“You have to decided that for yourself. I can’t tell you how to feel.”
“Or it wouldn’t be self-help, right? “
“Yes.”
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“Colin, you really need to organize your paperwork! It won’t surprise me, in this mess, you will lose your bills and have to file bankruptcy. And then-“ I paused for dramatic effect “You can’t take me out to dinner.”
“Christina, I’m a pharmacist in training- I will make enough money to feed you and Tom’s kids!” Colin sighed when I turned silent.
“Can you two just get over it? You miss him. He’s fucking everyone to pretend he doesn’t miss you.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I’ve been watching Dr. Oz.”
“ Ew. His arms are so hairy- like a caveman. “ Colin stared. “What? I notice these things!”
“Back to the point, avoider of topics, “ Colin started. “You miss him. Call him. Have babies, I want to be an Uncle.”
“Don’t you have a sister? “ I threw a pillow at him “Kids are retarded midgets! You know that!”
He laughed. “You’re mistaking the general population for your childhood. “
I threw another pillow at him.
00000
I’m going to do it. I’m going to call the man I’ve been avoiding for months. Now…
“Christina, honey dew, you are saying your thoughts aloud again.” Tony told me.
“Shut up! Let me call…okay…someone hand me the phone. “
“The phone is in your hand.”
I threw the phone “Someone get me the phone and hand it to me. “
My friends stared. “Ah, I can’t do this. “
5 minutes later after Char pulled me down and putting the phone in my hands, I called.
“Char, you really need to work on those abs. They are not as hard.”
“Hello?” a girl answered Tom’s phone. She’s probably a slut. And blonde. And tall. And gorgeous. Ag.
“Is Tom there?” I asked politely.
“He’s getting dressed.” The girl said, bored.
I hung up.
“He has another girl over there. “
“ Oh.” Colin said. “Maybe she’s there to pick up something. “
“Like her panties” Char muttered.
“He’s getting dressed. They had sex!” I groaned “He’s over me.”
“Don’t cry.” Tony said, already passing me a tissue.
“I won’t. “
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There was a knock on my door.
“Ugh. Too early.” I rolled off the latest bint and got out of bed.
I opened the door to find two angry men.
“Hello, Dugrey. Can we come in?” asked Colin, not waiting for the formal invitation, he walked inside.
“Can I help you?” I said gruffly.
“ You can.” Tony said “Quit being an ass and call Christina”
I groaned “She told me she doesn’t need me. What am I supposed to do? Bother her until she does? No thanks. I’m fine right now.”
“Whoring yourself doesn’t seem fine, does it Tony?” Colin asked his fiancée
“No, it doesn’t. It sounds like he’s running away. I think that’s it, fiancée”
“Yes, I think-“
I interrupted them “If you are done trying to guilt trip me. I’m going to stop you right now. I need coffee.”
Almost automatically, flashbacks of Christina appeared in my mind.
“I’ll make it.” Colin offered, pushing me out of the way and into the kitchen.
“Ew. Maxwell House? You lowered your standards in everything” Colin tsked
“I’m a struggling college student”
“No, you’re not.” Tony said off-handedly “You are a struggling college whore.”
“Enough with the antagonism, Queer Eye. I can always kick you out, you know.” I told them, frustrated.
“You don’t have the muscle power.” Colin told me
Tony then flexed.
“Right. “ I rolled my eyes. I’m really sick of these two making me out to be the bad guy.
“You are the bad guy.” Colin told me, drinking my coffee. “You voice your thoughts aloud…like someone else we know.”
I scowled. “Out!”
Colin pushed Tony out the door.
“Good. Now, its just the boys.” Colin told me.
“Tony isn’t one?” I asked, smirking
“He likes to pretend he is, but I know better.” Colin walked closer to me. “You. Need. To. Make. Up. With. The Love of your life. “
“Emily Blunt won’t return my calls.” I told him.
“Listen, smart ass, I am not leaving until you call her. She’s lonely without you.”
“Fine, Elton John,” Colin scoffed at me “Hand me the phone”
He did. I started dialing. She picked up on the fourth ring.
“Hello?” Christina answered. In the background, I could hear shuffling “Char!” Giggle.
“I’m sorry. Who is this?” She asked.
I hung up.
“Lonely, huh? Sounds like she’s fine with another man.”
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Damn you, Christina. I thought. Char was supposed to leave at 3! I told that girl…
“She’s probably watching Sex and the City. “ Tom stared at me disbelievingly. “That’s her favorite show, now that its on E!” He still stared “Oh, so you can whore yourself, but Christina can’t be with her friend? That’s hypocritical, Dugrey. A double standard, actually.”
“Out. Now.” Tom interrupted me.
I nodded, and headed out.
0000
“He was heartbroken, Tony, I’m telling you.” I explained to my fiancée. “That’s the only reason why he would be so angry.”
Tony nodded indulgently.
“Maybe I can prescribe him Prozac…” I wondered aloud
“What’s with pharmacist- or future pharmacists- and drugging everyone?” Tony asked me.
“I’m not a frat boy drugging some freshman. Its prescribing medicine that can help you.”
“And Prince Charles is attractive.”
“He does have that charm.”
Tony turned his showtunes up.
0000
“What are you doing?” Char asked me.
I was applying my moisturizer for the fifth time.
“Moisturizing. I don’t want wrinkles.” I told him simply.
“This is your sixth time applying that goo to your face.” Char reminded me.
“The fifth. The first thing I put was for my brown spots.”
“You’re PALE.”
“You can still get sun marks. “
“You get sunburn every time you go outside- You don’t go outside.”
“That’s not true. I went to get the paper across the street” I shook my finger at him “I’m not a zombie that comes out at night. I love the sun…even though it’s a bitch that burns me. Nevermind, I don’t like the sun. The sun can go to hell..wait there is already a sun in hell. I mean, that’s why its so hot, right?”
“Ask Tom.” He muttered.
I chose to ignore his comment.
“Let’s just get coffee, okay?”
He agreed.
I want someone that challenges me, I thought.
One shot:Paperworks
"Christina." No response. "Chrissssttttina"
"Shut up, Tom. I have to do this paperwork. Those twats at the office gave me a ton." Christina sighed. "6 months after graduation, and I already have a soul-sucking job."
"Quit?" Tom offered his suggestion.
Christina looked at the red clock on the left side of the wall.
"I can't. Seattle Times hasn't called yet- I mean, they are a new company. I guess they need to get everything together before they hire someone...6:45. I guess I can take a break."
Tom leaned in for a kiss, but was stopped by Christina's exclaim "Tom! You smell like curry. Gross, brush your teeth. I can't stand curry!"
Tom sighed and got off the cough. "There better be some spooning when I come back."
5 seconds later. "Oh, and mouthwash too!"
"My girlfriend is crazy" Tom thought.
author's note: Just something to keep my one fan by.
"Shut up, Tom. I have to do this paperwork. Those twats at the office gave me a ton." Christina sighed. "6 months after graduation, and I already have a soul-sucking job."
"Quit?" Tom offered his suggestion.
Christina looked at the red clock on the left side of the wall.
"I can't. Seattle Times hasn't called yet- I mean, they are a new company. I guess they need to get everything together before they hire someone...6:45. I guess I can take a break."
Tom leaned in for a kiss, but was stopped by Christina's exclaim "Tom! You smell like curry. Gross, brush your teeth. I can't stand curry!"
Tom sighed and got off the cough. "There better be some spooning when I come back."
5 seconds later. "Oh, and mouthwash too!"
"My girlfriend is crazy" Tom thought.
author's note: Just something to keep my one fan by.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Truth:Chapter 15
Truth:Chapter 15
Woah. Too much to drink last night. Way, way too much to drink. Where was I again? It was a messy apartment, law books everywhere…wait law books?
I looked at the man next to me on the bed:brown hair, lean body, freckles on the nose…CHAR!
“Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god” I muttered.
“What?” Char looked at me”Shit. Shit. Shit.”
“Did we?”
We both looked under the covers. Naked.
“I was drunk!” we both said simultaneously.
Suddenly, memories of last night came flashing back. It was the end of finals, shots, oh, god…so many shots, saw Tom with another girl, Char comforting me, Char kissing me, Char taking me to his apartment, Char…I can’t believe I had sex with one of my best friends.
“This,” I said “should never be repeated.”
“I agree.” Char told me. “Breakfast. You’re pretty wild.”
I laughed and slapped his hand.
Some thing will never change.
00000
“Waffles or pancakes?” Tom asked.
“Waffles, definitely. Pancakes remind me of old men in diners.”
It was then that I saw an old man glaring at me.
“Wow, suave, Chris. “
“A standing ovation for my classy observation and delivery is in order!”
Tom used his fork to tap his coffee mug.
“Thank you, thank you. “
“ The word “post-its” or “sticky-notes”?”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“No. That’s a legitimate question. Some people refer it as ‘sticky notes’, like me, some people refer to it as ‘post-its’, like Char; I didn’t notice his scowl when I said his name; Now which one?”
“Sticky notes. Real men don’t refer to anything as inane as “its”
“Hmmn. Don’t agree. What about frat boys “Dude, I did it with her!”
“That’s only in That 70s Show. “
“What about, “Dude, I did that shit.”
“Point taken. Out of all your guy friends, who do you like spending the most time with?”
“Tough.” I had to ponder on this one. “Colin. He’s my best friend. I’m not saying you, Char, or Tony aren’t great- but me and Colin are close close. Like I’m his Fag Hag and he is my Gay. “
“I see.”
Is it my imagination or does he look disappointed?
0000
“Coffee please. “ I ordered.
“Same here.” Char said tossing the menu to the side.
“And your meals?” the waitress asked, fluttering her eyelashes.
Gag me.
“ The omelets special. Christina, my girlfriend, will have the light.”
I smiled smugly at her, only to get a glare in return.
“Girlfriend? Thanks for ordering for me, sexist.”
“If you mean, sexy dictator, welcome. And she’s ugly, I had to make her stop ogling me with her ugly eyes.”
“Char! You shallow man! I’m sure she has a great- she’s a bitch and ugly. A double curse. “
“Ay, Ay.”
5 minutes later our food was ready and brought out.
“This omelet is amazing!” I exclaimed “Ew, Char, you’re eating like Tom.”
I frowned. I missed Tom. How long has it been since I talked to him? 3? 4 weeks?
Char grabbed my hand “Just give him a call. He’s your love. Besides, if he can take you as you are, anal retentive loon, then he’s the one. I mean, you’re hard to handle. I can handle you because I’m God’s gift to the world- I’m like a-“
I covered his mouth with my hand.
“Do shut up. And I can’t just call him! I basically told him I don’t need him- and did you see him with that other girl last night? She is TALL, and pretty. And here I am short, and mere cute.”
“Like a bunny or some adorable creature.”
I glared.
“Just making a point. Besides, he was staring at you the whole night.”
“I guess. Maybe, I’ll call him…call I put him on speaker phone with you?”
He patted my hand “You, poor, adorable woman. Of course, you can.”
0000
“How are you today, Christina?” Dr. Maynes asked, popping a nicotine gum in her mouth.
“I’m doing great. I’m finished with my junior year at the university; and see Char, Tony and Colin all the time.”
“What about Tom?”
“Um, we don’t talk much.”
“I see. How are your migraines?”
It feels like a fat man is jumping on my forehead.
“It’s getting better. “
“Great. Have you been going to your anxiety support group?”
Never been.
“Yes, its enlightening.”
“Hmmn, you are bipolar, neurotic, and a compulsive liar. “
“That’s all true.” I told her. I’m used to therapists being upfront when they want to get me to spill.
“How does it make you feel about yourself?”
“Very bad. Very bad indeed. Like a murderer of morals, like a thief of standards, like a-
“Sarcasm is not necessary, Ms. Watson. I am asking why you are not following my suggestions, yet say you are.”
“Honestly, its because I don’t need it. I’m fine figuring shit on my own. I don’t need a support group to feel sorry for me. I have my friends to understand and sympathize. No offence, but you are a paid professional, you have no right demanding me to follow your “suggestions” I do believe this session is over.
0000
“God, Colin. Dr. Maynes is a real bitch when she doesn’t smoke. “
“What did she do?” Tony asked.
“Tony, get your big show tune mouth out of it.” He looked sad. Ha, always does- tricks me to tell him more”If I wanted to look at puppy eyes, I would adopt a pet. Where is Timmy?”
“He’s with his grandparents for the month.” Tony replied, filing his nails.
“May I ask why?”
“We are going to get married!” Colin squealed.
“Oh my god! Really? Where at?”
“Maine! It’s next June!”
“Colin, Tony this is great! Who is going to be your best man?”
“Um, I was hopefully you would be the best WOMAN.”
I blinked back tears. “Really? Oh, that would be amazing!”
We talked excitedly about the wedding plans in the car, and on our way to Tony and Colin’s
0000
“I can’t believe we had sex again…” I groaned into my hands.
“And you weren’t even drunk this time!”
“Char, this isn’t funny!”
“What? You think my sex skills are laughable?” he put a tan hand to his chest and sighed “That hurts. Right here, Christina.”
I rolled my eyes.”Don’t tell anyone.”
“But, what about our true love? We can’t hide that from the world!”
I grabbed a pillow and wacked him with it.
“I got to go to work. “
He leaned in for a kiss.
I sighed but gave him a peck.
Woah. Too much to drink last night. Way, way too much to drink. Where was I again? It was a messy apartment, law books everywhere…wait law books?
I looked at the man next to me on the bed:brown hair, lean body, freckles on the nose…CHAR!
“Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god” I muttered.
“What?” Char looked at me”Shit. Shit. Shit.”
“Did we?”
We both looked under the covers. Naked.
“I was drunk!” we both said simultaneously.
Suddenly, memories of last night came flashing back. It was the end of finals, shots, oh, god…so many shots, saw Tom with another girl, Char comforting me, Char kissing me, Char taking me to his apartment, Char…I can’t believe I had sex with one of my best friends.
“This,” I said “should never be repeated.”
“I agree.” Char told me. “Breakfast. You’re pretty wild.”
I laughed and slapped his hand.
Some thing will never change.
00000
“Waffles or pancakes?” Tom asked.
“Waffles, definitely. Pancakes remind me of old men in diners.”
It was then that I saw an old man glaring at me.
“Wow, suave, Chris. “
“A standing ovation for my classy observation and delivery is in order!”
Tom used his fork to tap his coffee mug.
“Thank you, thank you. “
“ The word “post-its” or “sticky-notes”?”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“No. That’s a legitimate question. Some people refer it as ‘sticky notes’, like me, some people refer to it as ‘post-its’, like Char; I didn’t notice his scowl when I said his name; Now which one?”
“Sticky notes. Real men don’t refer to anything as inane as “its”
“Hmmn. Don’t agree. What about frat boys “Dude, I did it with her!”
“That’s only in That 70s Show. “
“What about, “Dude, I did that shit.”
“Point taken. Out of all your guy friends, who do you like spending the most time with?”
“Tough.” I had to ponder on this one. “Colin. He’s my best friend. I’m not saying you, Char, or Tony aren’t great- but me and Colin are close close. Like I’m his Fag Hag and he is my Gay. “
“I see.”
Is it my imagination or does he look disappointed?
0000
“Coffee please. “ I ordered.
“Same here.” Char said tossing the menu to the side.
“And your meals?” the waitress asked, fluttering her eyelashes.
Gag me.
“ The omelets special. Christina, my girlfriend, will have the light.”
I smiled smugly at her, only to get a glare in return.
“Girlfriend? Thanks for ordering for me, sexist.”
“If you mean, sexy dictator, welcome. And she’s ugly, I had to make her stop ogling me with her ugly eyes.”
“Char! You shallow man! I’m sure she has a great- she’s a bitch and ugly. A double curse. “
“Ay, Ay.”
5 minutes later our food was ready and brought out.
“This omelet is amazing!” I exclaimed “Ew, Char, you’re eating like Tom.”
I frowned. I missed Tom. How long has it been since I talked to him? 3? 4 weeks?
Char grabbed my hand “Just give him a call. He’s your love. Besides, if he can take you as you are, anal retentive loon, then he’s the one. I mean, you’re hard to handle. I can handle you because I’m God’s gift to the world- I’m like a-“
I covered his mouth with my hand.
“Do shut up. And I can’t just call him! I basically told him I don’t need him- and did you see him with that other girl last night? She is TALL, and pretty. And here I am short, and mere cute.”
“Like a bunny or some adorable creature.”
I glared.
“Just making a point. Besides, he was staring at you the whole night.”
“I guess. Maybe, I’ll call him…call I put him on speaker phone with you?”
He patted my hand “You, poor, adorable woman. Of course, you can.”
0000
“How are you today, Christina?” Dr. Maynes asked, popping a nicotine gum in her mouth.
“I’m doing great. I’m finished with my junior year at the university; and see Char, Tony and Colin all the time.”
“What about Tom?”
“Um, we don’t talk much.”
“I see. How are your migraines?”
It feels like a fat man is jumping on my forehead.
“It’s getting better. “
“Great. Have you been going to your anxiety support group?”
Never been.
“Yes, its enlightening.”
“Hmmn, you are bipolar, neurotic, and a compulsive liar. “
“That’s all true.” I told her. I’m used to therapists being upfront when they want to get me to spill.
“How does it make you feel about yourself?”
“Very bad. Very bad indeed. Like a murderer of morals, like a thief of standards, like a-
“Sarcasm is not necessary, Ms. Watson. I am asking why you are not following my suggestions, yet say you are.”
“Honestly, its because I don’t need it. I’m fine figuring shit on my own. I don’t need a support group to feel sorry for me. I have my friends to understand and sympathize. No offence, but you are a paid professional, you have no right demanding me to follow your “suggestions” I do believe this session is over.
0000
“God, Colin. Dr. Maynes is a real bitch when she doesn’t smoke. “
“What did she do?” Tony asked.
“Tony, get your big show tune mouth out of it.” He looked sad. Ha, always does- tricks me to tell him more”If I wanted to look at puppy eyes, I would adopt a pet. Where is Timmy?”
“He’s with his grandparents for the month.” Tony replied, filing his nails.
“May I ask why?”
“We are going to get married!” Colin squealed.
“Oh my god! Really? Where at?”
“Maine! It’s next June!”
“Colin, Tony this is great! Who is going to be your best man?”
“Um, I was hopefully you would be the best WOMAN.”
I blinked back tears. “Really? Oh, that would be amazing!”
We talked excitedly about the wedding plans in the car, and on our way to Tony and Colin’s
0000
“I can’t believe we had sex again…” I groaned into my hands.
“And you weren’t even drunk this time!”
“Char, this isn’t funny!”
“What? You think my sex skills are laughable?” he put a tan hand to his chest and sighed “That hurts. Right here, Christina.”
I rolled my eyes.”Don’t tell anyone.”
“But, what about our true love? We can’t hide that from the world!”
I grabbed a pillow and wacked him with it.
“I got to go to work. “
He leaned in for a kiss.
I sighed but gave him a peck.
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