Logan left, even though I offered to help him down the stairs. He was definitely a fighter. Anybody that wants to walk down at least three flights of stairs after learning only that morning that they can walk is a fighter in my book. And, I like people who can fight. They have a better chance of surviving in life.
Anyhow, I was fuzzy, and James was picking me in a bit, so I needed to get ready. I had just stepped into the shower, ready to get a bath because I hadn't been able to get one already this morning, when I heard the phone ring.
Angry and very irritated, I wrapped a towel around myself. I walked out to the kitchen and picked up the phone, nearly ripping it off the wall.
"Yeah?" I asked, not even trying to be polite to anyone who decided to disturb me from my shower time.
"Alanza?" the voice on the other end asked.
"Yeah."
"It's Original Cindy…Did Logan stop by?"
"Logan? He did. Why?"
"Well, my boo's here, and Original Cindy just wanted to make sure 'dat things was all set."
"You knew about the flowers?"
"Uh-huh. He said he had some real 'portant to tell my girl. Original Cindy has been tryin' to get a hold of 'im, but he ain't there."
"I told him Mom has a flu."
"'Da flu? Well, if 'dat's what you said, then she'd got the flu."
"Thanks. Look, I really need to get a shower now."
"Hold on, girl. What Original Cindy needs to know is if Zack is gone."
"Yeah, he's with some friends."
"Aiight, so he's outta 'da picture."
"He's gone. So, no, there won't be any problems with he or Mom…or both of them together."
"Then it's all good?" she asked.
"It's all good," I replied with a laugh before hanging up the phone.
Finally, I was able to get into the shower to wash myself. It was actually nice to be all alone for once and not have to worry about psycho parents or loony Lydeckers.
The shower water was hot and would've blistered the skin on most people. But, naturally, I'm not most people, so I was able to enjoy myself in the water.
Shaving, unfortunately, took longer than I had anticipated due to the gross and disgusting fact that the razor kept on getting clogged. When the good old folks at Manticore decided to insert feline DNA into my body, they obviously didn't think of creating jumbo-sized razors either. That would've certainly been a nice invention on their part, instead of creating wacked up soldiers. Ok, technically, creating wacked up babies that were supposed to be soldiers.
Finally, my shower and shaving done, I stepped out of the shower to finish getting ready.
I went back to my motorcycle compartment that was still sitting by the edge of the couch and fished out some new clothes. Settling on a pair of baggy, yet comfortable, blue jeans and an iridescent red shirt, I proceeded to get dressed.
I combed my hair a million times over, just to make sure that it looked exactly the way I wanted to. It took forever, but finally I was pleased.
And, just as I had shoved my keys in my pocket, I passed by the window to see James getting out of his car. It was one o'clock already?!
But, taking a deep breath, I grabbed my coat, locked the door and ran out to meet him. This was going to be good.
