Chapter 2

CRAP. It was just a dream? Oh God how I wish it was real…

I looked at my phone. It read 2:10 pm. Good, just in time. I yawned and rubbed my eyes. I didn't want to get up. But I had to. So much for sleep. I got up and walked to the bedroom. This sucks. David leaves tonight for 6 months. He'll be back in March.

Wait. March…MARCH! Chris and Darren are coming in March!

Suddenly, I felt dizzy and lightheaded and I couldn't breathe. My world felt so numb without Chris in my life.

The door burst open and David grumbled, pulling his humongous air force duffel bag with his backpack over one shoulder. "Move!"

I huffed and did as he said.

I followed him into the living room. "Um, I'm picking up Krysten. Be right back."

"Ok. Be careful."

"Uh, huh."

It was 8:30 pm as I watched the cab pull away out of my driveway. I felt empty inside and felt a tear roll down my cheek. I turned to Emily. "I can't do this!" I blubbered.

"Of course you can! Marianne, you are a strong independent woman! Plus, you have me!" she winked. She grabbed my hand and we went inside.

I sighed and yelled for Krysten. She came running in eating a ring pop. "Yah, mom?"

"Go get ready for bed. Save your candy."

She made a face. She put candy in its wrapper, huffed, and stomped to her bedroom.

I walked into the living room and found my son cooing and babbling at Transformers on our TV.

I sat down. "Emily, have you been on Twitter today?" I looked at her.

"No, why?" she reluctantly took off lil David's diaper and scrunched her face. "Yikes."

She continued to change him, and I got onto Twitter, and started reading, "Coming to ComicCon in Seattle! Also, who's coming to Chris Colfer's book signing? Xoxo."

She stopped suddenly. And closed her eyes. "What?"

Silence.

She finished her gruesome task. She got up, threw the diaper away, came back, and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "So let me get this straight. Darren and Chris are coming to Seattle?"

I nodded warily.

Suddenly, she shrieked and ran to the kitchen. She came back with her phone. She got onto Twitter (I'm guessing) and poked furiously at it.

"Ok. So we need to go shopping. Find something suitable to wear. Also, shoes! We are TOTALLY doing your hair."

I looked down at my clothes. I took a deep breath. "Well, I was just going to wear this."

"Really? Because I think you could use new clothes. And shoes. And make-up. And a new haircut…"

I cut her off. "Ok. Ok. I get it. I'm a mess." I huffed.

"Yepp. Sure are." She smirked.

"Um, Em, this isn't until March…" I began.

"Well, then, we had better get started." She giggled happily, clapping her hands.
"Uh, huh. I'm going to bed." I trailed off.

"Ok! I'll make the arrangements!"

I yawned and crawled into bed. I rolled over and stared at my mirror. Ah, yes. My mirror was filled with Glee posters, Klaine pictures, and Darren and Chris pictures.

I smiled and drifted off.

The next morning, I got ready for the day. I dropped my daughter off at school and stopped by Subway for an early breakfast.

Mmmmm. Egg omelet here I come!