She scowled. She did that often – now that he was gone. Happy couples made her bitter. It wasn't like it was a crime to scowl or anything, right?
She lay listless on her side and let the darkness envelop her, like it enjoyed doing so often. Many times, when there was nothing to preoccupy her mind, it tended to wander into thoughts of him. That was very bad. She squeezed her eyes shut in attempts to block out the flooding memories, but to no avail. Once again, the tears threatened to fall. But once again, she jostled herself into an upright position and forced herself to stare blankly at the wall.
Why doesn't he want me anymore?
She threw off her covers and slid off the bed.
Where did I go wrong?
Putting on her brown monkey slippers, she stumbled through the hallway and made herself comfortable on the couch. The couch, however, brought her no comfort. It teased her heartstrings, bringing back aching memories of times when they used to just waste hours upon hours there; together.
Her home phone rang, but she felt no desire to rush over and pick up. After four annoying rings that seemed to drone on forever, his low voice greeted her caller: "Meems can't answer the phone right now, she's busy spending time with me. (picture smirk here) Leave a message and maybe we'll call you back."
Oh boy, that memory really hurt. It felt as if she'd just been slapped in the heart – slapped in the heart? Now she knew she needed to pull herself together and stop moping around.
"Mimi…" a feminine voice began.
Said person sat upright, cross-legged on the couch and glared at the phone, hoping it would explode any moment.
"Look Mimi, I know you're there."
"…."
"Fine, don't pick up. Whatever. You just want me to forever live in your shadow. You just can't stand the fact that for once, I won and you lost. I just wanted to let you know how sorry we are but if you're not going to at like a mature adult, then I guess there's nothing for us to talk about."
Mimi pulled her first back and made an attempted threatening motion to punch the phone, but just looked (and felt) childish in the process. Way to shoot the messenger. The tears fell. There was no use in holding them back now. Traitors. The betrayal felt like it was crushing her from the inside out. What a rude awakening. All this time, did he truly even care about her or was it just a game to him?
She was jolted from her reverie when she heard the rustling of her lock. She lived alone in her apartment – who could it be? Scared out of her mind, she grabbed the closest thing she could find and prepared herself to attack. Shutting off the lights for the element on surprise, she wiped away her forlorn tears and ran from the living room to clamber up onto the kitchen counter. You have the advantage of high ground, she strategized like a soldier at war.
One..
Two..
Three!
The door burst open and Mimi launched herself from her kitchen counter, onto the intruder's back. Latching herself securely there by locking her legs around his waist, she smacked the back of his head as hard as she could with her dangerous weapon – a frying pan. She smiled smugly, knowing it was only a matter of time before he went down… right?
"Ow Mi, what the hell?!" the intruder managed to get out when he realized just what was going on.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
His giant bag of groceries dropped to the floor and – wait what? Intruders don't bring groceries to your house! Mimi stopped her constant smacking and jumped off him, running to flick on the lights. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she felt instantly guilty when she saw who her 'intruder' was.
There stood Tai, goggles snapped over one eye and above the other, hair much messier than usual, and his blue swishy jacket drooping low over one shoulder. What the hell is he wearing? If she were in better spirits, she would have burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry! Next time I'll just knock," he huffed with desperation. "Geez."
Mimi knew it was Tai as soon as he cried 'Mi.' Being her best guy friend, he was the only one who noticed that she hated the nickname 'Meems,' and thus so shortened it to just 'Mi.'
"Tai, what are you doing here? You know I'm not in the mood," she dropped to the floor to help him pick up the scattered groceries. Chocolates, marshmallows, bananas, candy, shish-kabob sticks? "And what's with your groceries?"
He smiled sheepishly. "We both know you're feeling like a shaven kitten who's been stuck in the rain, then constantly ran over by a thousand-ton truck because he's trying to park but can't do it very well so he keeps going forward, and backing up, and then going –"
"Got it."
"Right.. so yeah. Don't coop yourself up in this hole anymore – it's only going to hurt you more. Every crevice, ever corner you look there's going to be memories of him," his eyes softened. He hated seeing her like this. The last time was back in their Digiworld days, when she'd give anything for their fighting to stop.
"But today, Tai? How about tomorrow?" her eyes pleaded him to understand. But as much as it hurt him to not give in to her request, he stood his ground.
"Today's the day," he nodded in approval.
Together they brought the discarded grocery items into the kitchen, and left them scattered around the counter.
"Okay, I don't really know what you girls do when this kind of things happens, but you've made me sit through enough chick flicks to kind of grasp the idea."
Smack.
"Believe it or not that's a pretty lethal weapon, knock it off!" Tai scowled, rubbing the back of his head.
Mimi started at him for a few silent moments, and then cracked a little smile.
"My plan precisely! Get you to smile and be your old self again through my cuteness and boyish charm," he winked.
"More like your idiocracy and arrogance," she responded coyly.
He patted her head, "Idiocracy's not a word, dummy."
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Updated 08/21 to fit my new plot/storyline etc.
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