"All day and all night
My desire for you
Unwinds like a poisonous snake."
-Saman Sen, "Love"
Chapter 1-After A Breakdown
"Just call him already," she said while examining her cuticles, "it's not like he's gonna have another date this soon after a large event like this."
"But what if he doesn't answer his phone again or takes out a restraining order against me or-"
"JUST. CALL. HIM. He's gonna have to answer it some time or another to get you to leave him alone." After she said this, she rolled her eyes at me and sighed.
"But… But maybe he still won't talk to me. Maybe he thinks that because I go here, I'm a selfish, spoiled brat."Maybe, if he does think that, it's true… and completely horrible.
"Honey, your not gonna keep saying those things because if you do, they will come true…" Then, she was staring at me with a very thoughtful expression that showed in her eyes and then a slow grin spread across her face. "I know exactly what we are going to do with her."
"Oh no, what are you up to now?" I started to panic. What could she be thinking about that would make her grin like an idiot? I hope it doesn't involve another spy mission because the last time it did, my heart got ripped in half and it didn't turn out very good with everyone else either…
"Oh, nothing much. Just thinking that we need to get you out of this place for awhile, so… let's all get spiced up and have a night out on the town."
"I see where your going with this…I think…"
"Do you really know what I'm talking about?"
"Honestly? Not a single clue. Sorry."
"Okay just give me a few minutes of thinking time to finish thinking it through…"
"Okaaay, can someone please explain to me why we're even bothering with this guy. Apparently, he can't handle her being a spy and also can't handle a secret or else he would be all over he like a fruit fly in the middle of summer at a peach tree. He seems as though he's lost it with not talking to you anymore."
"Well, for one, he was her first boyfriend. So yeah, she's still going to want him. Second, she didn't technically lie to him, she just twisted the truth around, and that takes guts in my opinion, which should make her seem trustworthy to him. And the last reason," she turned and looked at me with such intensity that I cringed, "WHAT'S NOT TO LOVE AOUT EITHER OF YOU?" She exclaimed this and fell onto her bed with an overly dramatic sigh.
"Crap-ola for breakfast anyone? I agree with you on that one, but still, I don't think it's right to keep torturing him or me for that matter. I think we should just let life take it's course and let it take us where ever it wants to." Then, I sat there for awhile tuning them out until they were done trying to convince me to call him one more time. When they realized it wasn't going to work and they were quiet, I got up and walked over to the closet.
"So who wants to go have a girl's night out on the town?" I asked them hoping it would cheer them up greatly…and secretly hoping it would cheer me up too.
"Alright!"
"That's what I'm talking about!"
"Let's go make those town boys drool like idiots!"
Then I cursed under my breath because I really wasn't expecting this much enthusiasm.
Well, after about 4 hours of torture from my roommates/ friends, I'd have to say that I looked pretty damned HOT.
"Okay guys, what do y'all think of the new and improved me?" As I said this, I was spinning around as best as I could to show them the new me. My outfit was totally badass: black, knee high skirt with a slit in the side that goes all the way up to the middle of my right thigh, a red halter top that plunges low in the front and back, and a pair of 4-inch black heels.
"Well, if I were him I'd probably drop dead because I would be thinking something along the lines of this: 'Damn, I totally should have called her back or responded to her calls' or 'Man, you blew it big time. You shouldn't have blown her off like that.'" Then she stopped, considered her words for a few and started again. "But then again I'm not a guy, so his thoughts might be a little more obscene or even R-rated."
"O my gosh! Do you think it's too much?" I asked this hoping I wasn't going to start hyperventilating. Then I went to try to straighten out my newly curled hair and was stopped by a strong hand and a warning of "Don't even think about it."
"Hmm, actually I think you could use some more dramatic eye shadow, brighter red lipstick, and some red jewelry."
