I seriously must have floated the entire way back up the apartment. And, considering that we're talking about me, I'm not going to doubt it. Fortunately though, no one stopped and started screaming at the walking…er…floating freak.
Anyhow, once I reached the apartment, I sat down on the couch, sinking slowly to the ground as I watched James pull away and drive back to his own little world. He glanced up at the building, but I knew that he couldn't see me. He'd need some kind of super vision in order to see me so high up. So, considering James was a real human, not a wacked up one like yours truly, he certainly couldn't see me.
But I could see him. And that was all that mattered.
I, having only been in Seattle for a couple days, already had a boyfriend. A sweet, funny, intelligent-not to mention cute-boyfriend.
Due to my thinking processes, you would think that I had never had a boyfriend before. Yet, I had had other boyfriends back in California. Yep, the blond Californian surfer dudes-something even the pulse couldn't stop. They were great and everything-take me to dinner; spoil me rotten while upholding their status in school as the high and mighty; complete our relationship with all the trimmings of flowers, chocolates and lots of other things.
But James was different and for reasons I couldn't exactly put my finger on. Maybe it was because we had met in a sleazy dance club, (of all places!). Or, perhaps, it could be the fact that I was officially out of school, having graduated earlier in the year. Nevertheless, I knew that none of those reasons were the one. There was a major reason as to why James and I had hooked up. And, even though I didn't know it at the time, I was determined to find out.
I fell back on the couch, letting my head rest against the arm of it as I stared up at the ceiling. I had a boyfriend! Oh how wonderful! Even though it was tempting, I resisted the urge to burst into impish giggles. Such things could send me into seizures; it had happened before.
Just as I was about to stifle another onset of giggles, the phone rang. Struggling to get up and not laugh, I hurried over to the phone and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Alanza!" the voice on the other end cried.
"Yeah, this is her."
"Where have you been?"
"Who is this?" I asked.
"Original Cindy. She has been tryin' to get a hold of you for…long time. Where have you been?"
"I was out."
"Out." I could hear the plain disgust in her voice. She was probably thinking about how I was such a horrible, disrespectful teenager to abandon the apartment without telling anyhow.
"That's what I said."
"Well, no matta right now. Original Cindy gots a problem."
"Like what kind of problem?" I asked, trying not to sigh exasperatedly. Cindy's problems shouldn't become my problems. I had problems of my own and hers were not part of them.
"Like Max problems."
"Oh god…"
"Exactly. She got outta 'de back room and," Cindy sighed heavily as people chattered in the background. She had to be still at her work. "Original Cindy don't know where she went."
"Great," I muttered louder than I had intended.
"Can you get ov'r here and help out?"
"I'll be right there. Just hang on," I replied quickly and hung up the phone. Of all the things to happen that day, Mom had to escape and go on a rampage across the city of Seattle. I rubbed my temples before heading out the door to start Operation Save Mom or, Operation Save Seattle From Mom.
