I feel so guilty for how long this took me. The last chapter I posted was the day before school started and I've been in school for about 3 weeks now. (I wasn't alone today at lunch btw. :) So many teachers assign so many essays and assignments when school begins and I hate it. And tomorrow is a non student day (THANK THE LORD) with girls basketball tryouts. Pray for me guys, seriously. I really want to get in but I sorta suck.
Annyyyways, I am now being more strict on my writing plan: write everyday 30- minutes to an hour. I want to post as frequently as possible (preferably every week and a half). This one took like 5 pages and the last one was about 4 so there's progress:D And btw, there are soooooo many cute guys at my school. It's just like I'm walking down the hallway or corridor and suddenly I'm bombarded with good looks.
And as always, I do not own Twilight, if I did, Jasper and Alice would have had more chemistry in the movies.
One day these crutches will be off and I shall rule the world. But at this moment, I'm laying on the cold hard ground *insert Taylor Swift's voice here*. Well the living room floor really. Why? Well I'm bored out of my mind. And when I'm bored I eat.
My parents left me. Muna left me. Everyone left me. Cue the tears and ugly sobbing.
"UGHHH! OH MY GOD I'M SO BOOORREEED!"
I'm just kidding about the depressing abandonment thing. My parents went out since it's a Friday to some bar and Muna is on a weekend long sleepover with her friends. At least she has friends. I'm so mean to myself. I have friends. There's Randall, Adamaris, Natalie, Destiny, and others. But they're in California and I'm in cold Washington. *sobs* Well not really, it's like 75 degrees. Since it's summer, it's probably 90 back home.
"Ew what the fuck. Ugh get off!" With my previous yelling, all twelve dogs heard me and were trying to be on top of me.
"Yuki, I swear you need to lose some weight. Oh my god." I rasped out. His paw is directly on my stomach. And he's an almost white, some grey 5 year old Siberian husky. Yuki is snow in Japanese.
"Oww, Sasha. ALL OF YOU OUT! GO!" I was in my underwear and a tank top, no bra. I was alone okay.
No one can see me. But Sasha, my 7 year old pekingese, stepped on my non- padded boob with her sharp nails. Alright that's it. Getting up was hard with a pack of dogs surrounding me. Empty space! One foot goes there and the other over there. It was like a game of Twister, except my thigh was burning from the flexing. Am I up? Yes. Oh my lord yes I am!
"That's right you sons of bitches! (Ha get it, bitches. You know, a female dog…) I beat you, Uh huh uh huh!" I was currently victory dancing. Wait where are my crutches? please don't tell me I lost them, again.
"Pfsh. Who needs crutches when you have legs. Fine ass legs, that is. Oh damn. So sexy!" I'm so fucked up when I'm alone. And my legs really aren't that sexy. Toned? Yes. Sexy? No. I haven't shaved in the week that I've been here. My legs were stubble-y, short, and pretty pale. The irony. A Mexican who isn't tan. Well Mexican- American. But I'm usually pretty tan with my face always in the sun. My legs were never in the sun.
"I'm so hungry! Someone help me. I'm dying! HAALP! Mocha help me!" I was pretending to fall to my death. My pug, Mocha, was only watching me, giving me that "Bitch does it look like I give a fuck?" face. Damn so rude.
"Why you gotta be so rude! Don't you know I'm a dog person too! I'm gonna love you anyway!" That's gonna be on my mixtape. You can find it on Soundcloud. I'm just kidding you probably won't. I don't do mixtapes, nor do I sing well. Unlike my mother, I was never blessed with beautiful vocal cords. *cries* But that doesn't stop me. I'm Wonder Woman! No I'm not. she's perfect, I'm not. Damn this is going to deep, when I could be eating into a deep dish pizza. Oh that sounds delicious. Mhhm oh I can't remember the last time I ate some really good greasy-in-a-good-way pizza.
"Alright you fucking losers. I'm going shopping (Did you catch that Mean Girls reference) for food. You want anything? I'm just kidding, you can't eat pizza. Ha! Fucking losers. I'm just kidding babies, I love you!" I'm such a bitch, but I call everyone I love a loser, so it's ok. Not really, but people understand my reason for such a cruel yet loving nickname.
Because my attire isn't exactly appropriate for the public to see, I forced myself to walk up the stairs and towards my room. After putting on my bra, i slipped on a plain black pair of sweats. And not those really nice but expensive PINK ones. I probably got these from Walmart or some other 'd think that with my period over, I'd dress nicely without blood holding me back any longer. But I'm just getting food so it doesn't even matter. Alright, I need some shoes now. My flip flops or converse? Well it was raining earlier and it might start raining again. Always dress for the weather. Shoes are uncomfortable but I didn't want my precious little piggies (toes) to get wet so I decided some socks and sandals. The Nike kind. Not the regular socks and thong flip flops. WHAT ARE THOSE?! Sorry I had to… When I went downstairs I noticed my limp. Oh yeah, the crutches!
"Where are my crutches. Where are you little stupid assholes?" Yes, I was saying it in my baby voice. And i was still looking for them. I know that I left them next to the french doors leading to the backyard. I was looking everywhere- underneath the couch, next to the fridge (my favorite place), even behind the curtains.
"OH MY GOD WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU MOTHERFUCKERS?" I get pissed easily what can I say. Fuck this shit, I'm limping. Lol no, I need them. Hey where's Rhonda? Where is that trouble making boxer?
"RHONDA! WHERE ARE YOU?" I made sure my yell travelled throughout the house so she can hear me. I was able to hear her paws thump against the floor. SHE WAS UNDERNEATH THE STAIRCASE! I loudly gasped at the sight of my crutches. One of them was chewed up at the bottom. Not ruined but there were bite marks. These will do. After berating her, I picked them up and walking towards the entryway table. Grabbing my keys and my phone, I locked everything up and yelled goodbye to the dogs. They were all lying on the ground sleeping or rolling around. Idiots.
"No one's gonna show me some love? Fine then no treats." Walking towards the door, I heard so nails tap against the laminate flooring. I can recognize most of their walks. Rhonda has this loud thump and jump. That meme came to mind- But I'm not a rapper (because of the unintentional rhyme). Mocha has a very loud tap. They were all different in their own way. The I felt some paws on the back of my thighs.
"Hello! Hello! Aww you assholes only love me for the food! It's okay because I will always love each and everyone of you!" Cue the baby voice, again.
"Alright I'm heading out. Bye babies!" I finally made it to the front door. It's like an adventure... I walked towards my beautiful baby of a car and hopped in. Well not literally. That would be extremely difficult and painful. I closed the door and searched up the best pizzeria in the area. The results came back: in La Push. Ugh. I have to drive all the way over there? It's not very far its just that I don't feel like driving.
My mind couldn't help but wander back to the incident that last time I was here. Yeesh. Ew what a bad memory… That unspeakable (I actually told my best friends and my squad...they laughed) event was a few days ago.
Okay if i want to eat I actually need to start driving. Well then where the hell is the aux cord? Oh! Found it. Underneath my seat. Plug that in and there we go! I shuffled my songs on Spotify. I'm not gonna pay a
dollar a song on iTunes. Hell no. I'd rather pay a monthly fee for premium of Spotify.
On my way to get some pizza, my craving shifted to seafood. Some fish sound mighty fine right about now. Ooh with some fries. That's it, I want fish n' chips. I honestly can't remember I had some. I pulled over to look up a restaurant nearby and got The Three Rivers Restaurant. 4 out of 5 stars. Not bad. Okay, I seriously need to drive. There it is, in the distance! Oh my what a magnificently quaint establishment. Stop it. I don't consider myself to have a conscience. I just have multiple perspectives to things that I express. Like now.
There were more buildings here. Not exactly downtown, but populated and definitely not secluded. Making my way to the parking lot, I saw a group of cute guys. More like boys. Okay they looked fresh out high school. I couldn't help but rev my V8 engine. My siblings and I always did it either to piss people off or show off. Their heads turned towards my car. It's not like you can miss it. The crisp white of my car stood out against green of the trees so obviously.
Parking my car in the non- handicapped (despite my injury) spot closest to the doorway. While I was opening my door, my phone rang. It was Nicki Minaj's "Only" song. Qamar was calling. I set that as her ringtone because she loves Nicki Minaj. At first glance you would think she listens to bubblegum pop but don't let her girly style fool you. Why can't I just get eat some food and leave.
"What is it now you fucking loser?" Yes, that was the start of the conversation.
"Damn! Haha you're such a bitch!"
"No seriously. I'm hungry and I'm sitting in my car in a parking lot." Those guys were long gone now and
there wasn't anything pleasant to look at.
"Why don't you just go in there?"
"Because I'm on the phone with you, you fucking idiot. I'm not gonna hold onto my phone the whole damn time. Especially with these stupid ass fucking crutches." What? I laugh and smile like a crazy woman very easily. Strangers don't usually appreciate my accidental loudness.
"Language! Ever heard of earphones? حمار" She just called me a jackass. What a hypocrite. And rude. I'm rude… I got a hold on my earphones and connected it to my phone. Finally, I shut off the engine and got out and actually closed my door to the car. I slipped my phone into the left pocket (I'm a lefty) of my designer sweats and put the plugs into my ears. That sounds violently weird.
"So what kind of food are you getting?" She asked.
"It's some random restaurant next to the ocean so I expect that they would have fish n' chips." I pushed the door, but only to have my effort wasted in vain. It's says pull you idiot. When I got inside, people were staring. Oh, they saw me.
"Qamar people are staring at me." I quietly mumbled.
"Who gives a flying shit if they do? Punch them and kick their shins if they don't stop." With her remark, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. In between laughs, I managed to tell her that she forgot about my leg.
"Wait, shut up." My reason for this sudden command is that a waitress led me to my table.
"Here is your menu. Do you know what you'd like to drink?" Oh how kind of her. She was young, probably in college. She seemed like she was barely the legal to drink.
"Uh yeah. Can I get some Coke?"
"You're in love with that coco aren't you, Adriana." She was still hearing what I was saying. That stupid loser. Once the waiter assured me, I scolded my close friend.
"You idiot I was talking to the waitress." I wasn't really mad. Why would I?
"Oh. sorry." Her laugh died quickly at my serious tone.
"I'm just kidding you moron."
"Well what's it like in there?" Her question stumped me. I actually didn't pay attention to my surroundings, which is weird due to my military career. I am almost alway observant. This was the exception.
"There's an old couple, some friends, some more, and-" My eyes instantly stopped to the very large group. It was the guy from the ice cream at Walmart and that Paul guy and more.
"What? What is it?!" Her eagerness disrupted my mini panic attack and prompted me to take my eyes off them.
"It's them! Oh my god the guys I told you about! They're friends! Ice cream man wasn't with Paul Bunyan when I met him!" Despite the exclamation points, I was whispering. Well more like whisper yelling.
"Ooh does he have a nice ass?" Of course she asks that.
"He's sitting down."
"Ugh. Well take a pic of them so I can see."
"No! They can easily-" Oh no. There it is. The awkward eye contact. He has a nice face. And a nice body, hot damn! Ugh I need to stop. But oh mah lord he saw me. Please don't come over. Please don't come over."
"What!? What's going on? Tell me!" She was yelling and I was wearing earphones. RIP ears.
"He saw me! Okay facetime me so he won't come over!" I try to avoid awkward situations as much as I can.
"You do know that he can still come over right? Fine, I guess so bitch." It was a tradition for me to call her a loser and her to call me a bitch. Once I pressed the facetime option on my iPhone, her face popped up with mine a little tiny corner.
"God damn! Ugh , you're gonna crack my screen!" She was clearly joking in case you didn't know.
"Haha! Oh no he's getting up. QAMAR HELP ME! TELEPORT HERE! I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE! I REGRET THIS TRIP SO MUCH!" Wait, where's my food? WTF? (Get it, Where's the food.)
His very long legs walked here in record time. Damn his height.
My earphones were out to block out Qamar and I was pretending to text someone on my phone. I know I'm not the only one who acts like they're on their phone when they're alone in public.
"Hi. Adriana right? I'm Paul from the beach." His voice was just so ugh. That sexy kind of ugh. Like you need to stop because my ovaries are melting in front of you.
"Oh! Yeah I remember you!" I was pretending like I wasn't constantly drooling over him in my thoughts.
"I was just wondering if you would like to go out some time?" Ah shit. I hate that question. It always gets me so awkward and weird.
"Of course. It can make up for what happened at the beach." I even responded with a pretend laugh. You know those kinds you use to decrease that awkwardness and all that tension?
"That was an accident. There's nothing to make up for." His response somehow made him seem like such a gentleman.
"Well in that case, can I get your number?" Damn me, so audacious. Introducing the new, bold, and daring Adriana. We exchanged numbers and made small talk for a couple minutes or so until my food arrived. And it looked delicious. The fish was warm, buttery, and crisp. The fries were cooked to a golden perfection. Bless the British. At least I think so. In the midst of my eating, an earphone dropped loose. Oh shit, Qamar! I totally forgot about her. I checked my phone only to see that she hung up and was spamming me. Messages like, "u left me", "i hate u", and the best of them all, "u better be making out with him for u to ignore me." I sent her a quick text explaining what really happened so she doesn't imagine things. Of course, I just continued on with my lunch- dinner all alone.
It's so obvious I'm single.
