TITLE: A Day in the Life of a Grim Reaper; Behind the Cloak and Sickle (Part8of30)
AUTHOR: trista
DISCLAIMER: these characters do not belong to me, they belong to MGM, Showtime, the creator of Dead Like me, and the actors who portray them, please don't sue me, not that I have any money or anything you'd want!
RATING: PG-13 (for language, but the kids these days…)
CONTENT: Reggie/Millie friendship, Mason/George romance
SUMMARY: It's the anniversary of the day Betty piggybacked, George is grumpy, and Mason doesn't seem to have a clue. Will he prove to be a good boyfriend? And just why are Mason, George and Daisy living together?
AUTHORS NOTES: so if you didn't guess from the summary, we're in the future about a year, I'm sorry to all of those that like the gloom 'n' doom but I am an eternal optimist, writing this helped me out of my own grumpy mood… why can't real guys be like Mason (later, you'll see!) I'm also really proud of myself for using something my writing teacher always nagged was not used enough… the sense of smell… if you've never smelled a lily of the valley go find it and take a wiff, it'll relax you better then anything! A big spanxies to all of you reading this, and inflating my ego =8-D hugz and kissez
I woke up to Mason groping my boobs. Fuck! Was I ever not in the mood! I rolled over away from him, but he didn't get the hint. When men are on a mission nothing seems to faze them. I couldn't believe that he didn't realize that today was a really bad day to piss me off. I had hardly slept at all the night before, though Mason seems to sleep like a rock, because with all my tossing, turning and getting up, he didn't even stir. I swear an hurricane could demolish the house, and as long as he had a pillow and blanket he'd still be sleeping. He tried cuddling up to me, and I got out of the bed.
"I'm not in the fucking mood! Get a fucking clue!" I snapped at him, storming into the bathroom.
Jesus fucking Christ! Why does he have to be such an ass sometimes!? I know that the guy doesn't own a calendar, but there are a million and one around here. I swear Daisy collects them, every time I turn around there is a new calendar somewhere in the house. I left the bathroom and went down the stairs to get myself a cup of coffee. Daisy was in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal.
"You look terrible, honey, did Mason keep you up all night again?" she asked.
"No," I growled. "I just didn't sleep well, and I'm grumpy dammit! I'm allowed to be grumpy aren't I?"
"Yes, you can feel however you want to feel. If you wanna talk about it, you know I'm all ears."
"Yeah, I know, thanks. I'm sorry if I'm bitchy today, but I'm just not in a good mood." "Is it your deathiversary?"
Only in this group can that be a word, I swear. "No, it's not that, it's kind of someone else's, I guess."
"Oh, well as I said, if you want to talk, I'll listen."
I tried to force a smile, but it didn't work. "Thank you, really. I just wish that stupid upstairs would get a clue."
"I heard that Georgie!" Mason said, coming down the stairs, putting his shirt on.
I glared at him. "Just get a fucking clue all right. I'm walked over today."
As I was leaving I heard Mason ask. "She didn't happen to tell you why she's so pissy today did she?"
"I heard that Mason!" I screamed, slamming the door behind me.
I walked rather quickly to Der Waffle Haus that morning. It wasn't often that I walked there, usually we all went together, but that morning I simply could NOT deal with both of them in the car. Most of the way there I thought of Betty, and cursed Mason for not realizing that today marked one year since she had piggybacked. It had taken me a while, but I did eventually get over the fact that she was no longer in my life. But today just brought it all back. I just didn't know how to deal with it. I kind of regretted not booking the day off, but the idea of spending the day with Mason in his clueless state didn't seem overly appealing.
I guess what pissed me off the most was that Mason didn't even seem to notice why I was pissed off. On my deathiversary, as Daisy called it, he had been really sweet. He woke up before me, and made me breakfast in bed. He even tried to make the bacon and eggs into a smiley face, which only works on TV, but it made me laugh. To be perfectly honest that day hadn't bugged me so much, cause without it I would never have met him, nor Daisy, and I probably would be working away in the basement at Happy Time, never doing anything in my life.
So I wasn't doing that much with my life currently, but I was in a serious relationship, and technically had two jobs! I was proud of myself. Sometimes life and death work in strange ways. Today, however was not a happy day, I was grumpy, and sad, and my stupid boyfriend just didn't get it! All right what was getting to me more was that Mason didn't even seem to know why I was in a bad mood. For Pete's sake he asked Daisy. Daisy? What the hell was he expecting as an answer from her. I love Daisy, don't get me wrong, she's a great housemate and we get along really well now. But she isn't exactly the most socially driven person in the world. Her world revolves around her, and I don't expect her to get things.
I guess I had just wanted Mason to help me with this. I wasn't expecting him to not be effected at all. He knew Betty longer then I had, so I just kind of assumed that he knew her better. I looked at the ring that Betty had given me, and if it wasn't for the fact I wanted to get straight to work, I probably would have stopped at the park to sit and cry a moment. I was very glad that when we were looking for a house that there was one in our price range not five minutes from the park! I still met with Reggie there almost daily, it become part of both our routines. I just wanted to get my assignment from Rube, and not deal with Mason until I was done work ,unfortunately Reggie was on a fieldtrip, so I couldn't stall going home longer by talking to her.
I got to Der Waffle Haus, and luckily enough Rube was there. I sat down across from him. When the waitress came by I told her that I'd just have some orange juice.
"How are you today, Peanut?" he asked me, sounding genuinely concerned.
"I've had better days," I replied.
"I don't have a post-it for you today."
Well that was a relief, although that too would have made for some good Mason avoiding time. The not going on many assignments rules was one of the only ones that we never went out of our way to break. Occasionally it was unavoidable, but for the most part, that part of our lives were kept separate, and I think that upper management liked the idea too.
"You look more then just sad, you look pissed off," Rube commented.
I shrugged. "You'd probably be pissed too if a certain someone didn't realize why you're not in the mood."
"Give him a break, so far he's actually, surprisingly, been really good with these things."
I sighed. "I think that's what pisses me off the most about it. I mean if he was always forgetting things, then it would be just another thing. But this is important. For fuck's sake he still buys me flowers on every month's anniversary!"
Rube half laughed. "He certainly is an odd one. Where is he anyhow?"
"I decided to walk over here, I just couldn't deal with him this morning."
He shook his head. "Young love. I'm sorry I couldn't find out what happened to her."
I shrugged. "Did I ever, say thank you for that?"
"No, I don't believe you did."
"Thank you, Rube, it meant a lot to know that you actually cared about what I was going threw, even if I didn't notice at the time."
He smiled. "I'm not as bad of a boss as you think I am."
I laughed. "No, you're not, anyhow I'm gonna take off before they show up. Wanna get the working day over with."
He nodded, and I left. I was glad to have a day off from reaping. Why had I not thought of taking the day off from Happy Time? When I got to work, I didn't even go into the coffee room, I didn't want to talk to anyone. I sat at my desk, and got right to work. I put the picture of Mason and I hugging in the opposite direction. Delores had been really proud when I put all of three pictures up around my cubicle. I had that one, the Polaroid of Betty, and picture of Daisy, Mason and I standing in front of our house. Eventually I wanted one of just Daisy and I, but for an actress she doesn't much like cameras. At lunch time Delores walked by, and stopped dead in her tracks.
"What's wrong Millie?" she asked.
"Uh, nothing," I replied.
"Well it's lunchtime, silly goose."
"I know, I'm not hungry."
"Aren't we the industrious one today, but insist that you take a break."
"Oh, no it's all right, with all the time you let me take off it's the least I can do when I'm not busy."
"Is something the matter?"
"Oh, I had a little fight with my boyfriend this morning."
She pouted. "You two don't fight very much, I'm sure that you'll work it out."
I nodded. "I know we will, but I'm just kind of grumpy today, and I want to surround myself with happy things."
She nodded. "You can't get much happier then here. Just promise me that you'll at least have a quick snack and a coffee later, okay."
"All right, I promise."
She then continued on her way, and I continued to work. I sometimes got the feeling that I was rat in a strange maze, that was always the same but I just couldn't get out of. It could be worse, I could be working in fast-food again. Now that was the job from hell, I swear in the time I was there I turned into a robot with a ponytail growing out of my hat. Despite the monotony I actually liked working at Happy Time, it was a nice change from the craziness of reaping. At least here I knew what was in store for me when I punched in. The two jobs seemed to balance each other out perfectly.
When I finished work I decided to walk home, and on my way I made a stop at the park. I knew Reggie wasn't going to be there, but I wanted some alone time where I could just think. I sat down on one of the swings, and began to cry. I thought about Betty, and how much I missed her, and how much I wished I could have stopped her. I thought about what had happened to her, and I wondered where she ended up. I wondered if there were an repercussions because of what she had done. I also wondered what had made her think that the only thing she could do was jump.
Loosing Betty had been like losing a friend to suicide, not that I ever had because I had no friends when I was living, but imagined that this was what people who lost friends like that felt like. Wondering if maybe if they had done something their friend wouldn't have done, and mostly wondering why on earth they would do such a thing when they didn't know the outcome. How can uncertainty really be better then life? I guess I would never know. If I could do just one thing, it would be to ask Betty why she decided that the life of a reaper was so bad that she had to get out? Mostly I wondered why she hadn't told me that she was unhappy, she always seemed so happy, and that's what got to me the most, how could someone so beautiful and full of life, be so unhappy and dead inside?
Then all of a sudden in her honour I decided to do something I had not done since I was a kid. I started to swing, and swing, and swing. I kicked off my shoes, and then jumped off the swing, just to feel the air against my body, and to feel the ground on my feet when I landed. I did this a few times, until I finally fell onto the grass laughing. I then put my shoes back on and proceeded to go home.
When I got there I was surprised to find the door locked, usually someone was home when I got home from work. I shrugged, and was kind of glad to have the place all to myself. I wasn't really in the mood for watching TV, so I decided that I would go upstairs to try and sleep, and if I couldn't maybe read a book. When I got upstairs, I was surprised to find the door to our room closed. It was only closed when both Mason and I were in there and we wanted some alone time, not that Daisy ever really came upstairs much, and we didn't go downstairs where her room was much.
The only time I really ever went down to her room was for our weekly girl night, where one would pick the movie, and the other food, and we would just watch the movie and eat. No Mason, no phone, no distractions. It was never on the same night or at the same time, but at some point every week we would have our girls night.
I was still really confused as to why my bedroom door was closed, but as always my mind had wondered. I opened the door, not sure what to expect. The worst case scenario was that Mason was cheating on me. I watched too many daytime talk shows. To my surprise when I opened the door I was greeted with smell of flowers, roses, lilacs, and lily of the valleys. I smiled, and looked around. There were lots of lilacs and lily of the valleys all over the bed., the dresser, the floor, my side table, everywhere, the scent of those two flowers filled my nostrils. I took a few deep breaths before looking for the roses.
There was one at my foot, which I bent down to pick it up. I then glanced over at my dresser, he would put on in my underwear drawer, and leave it open. Then there was one of my side table, and each of our pillows. Then in the middle of the bed there was a giant teddy bear, holding a rose. I wondered where the rest were, Mason only ever bought one rose, or by the dozen, and I could only see six. Just then two arms wrapped around me, and in one of the hands were six roses.
"I'm sorry I was such an idiot, Georgie," Mason whispered in my ear. "I didn't realize what today was, and when I finally did remember I knew that I would have to do something big to apologize."
I smiled, the first sincere one of the day. "Thank you, you more then made up for it."
He kissed my neck. "Apology accepted?"
I turned around in his arms, and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Have I ever mentioned that I love you?"
"Yeah, but I never get tired of hearing it. I love you back."
I laughed. "Who knew that someone so rough around the edges would turn out to be such a romantic."
He gave me his best Cheshire cat grin. "So do you want to talk at all?"
"What's there to say?"
"I'm sorry, again, and again, and again. I can't believe I was so stupid not to realize why you weren't in a good mood the last couple of days. I know that she meant a lot to you, and I went and forgot."
"You're forgiven, you're only human you make mistakes."
"This was a big one. Why did she mean so much to you anyway?"
I started to cry lightly, and he sat down with next to me on the bed, after moving some flowers out of the way. He kissed me on the cheek, and I cried a little harder.
"She was my first friend," I whispered.
He hugged me close, we didn't need to exchange words, and I'm glad we didn't, cause I didn't want to cry when he had done something so amazing for me. I was glad that I had finally told someone that. I was that without having to tell him I was able to express that before I died I had never really lived. When I asked for my life back Betty had told me I wasn't really doing anything with it anyway, and she had been right. Being a grim reaper was a pretty small price to pay for getting to try and live again. Just then there was a knock at the bedroom door.
"Come in," we both said at the same time, not moving from in each other's arms on the bed.
"Awww!!" Daisy exclaimed. "I really goofed when I turned you down."
I smiled at her. "What's up Daisy?"
"I was going to propose a gal's night in, but it seems that you two have kissed and made up."
All right so make up sex would have been really nice about then, but even after all that I wasn't exactly in the mood. Don't get me wrong, later Mason's going to be in for a nice surprise, but right then was not the time. I looked at Daisy, and then at Mason.
"You know what we haven't done for a while?"
"Had a threesome?" Mason asked, with a laugh.
"Not in this lifetime, boy!" Daisy and I exclaimed at the same, time, throwing us into a giggle fit.
"Can't blame a man for trying."
I smacked him lightly. "We haven't gotten all dressed up, and gone out for a nice meal, then go out dancing."
"That sounds like a lot of fun, and it'll get all our minds off of the whole situation."
"Oh I have the perfect dress for you Georgia!" Daisy exclaimed happily.
After the night I had with the dancing, and what Mason and I did after, I was surprised that I had any energy left to sit up in bed and think for a moment. I thought of Betty, fearlessly taking that leap into something she was not sure of, but was certain was better then the life she was living, and wondered if she knew that I was doing all right considering. I knew that she wouldn't have wanted me to mope around all day.
I looked at the ring one last time. I wondered why some boy had given it to her all those years ago. I wondered f he had meant a lot to her, or if it was just something she had been able to charm out of him. I took a deep breath, and could still smell the flowers. I was going to be vacuuming up petals for weeks, even months to come.
I wiped the last tears from my eyes, and then put my head on Mason's chest to let the rhythmic beating put me to sleep. With pain comes suffering, with love comes happiness, yin, yang, whatever, Rube once called it. At the end of it all it ends up in perfect balance, and the grumpiest day of my life didn't turn out as badly as it could of thanks to the best boyfriend in the world, and a good friend I would never have met had I not lost another one.
End
End notes: hope 'ya like, I tried to make a balance of good ol' dead like me grrr, and hope… did it work? I don't think another part in this time frame is needed to tie up any loose ends, so let us go deeper into the future, please don't ask me why I think it's going to be five years later, I just got the idea in my head…
Hint about new character, Colt, he's in a rock band! Keep the feedback coming to keep me writing! trista aka the dustytiger
AUTHOR: trista
DISCLAIMER: these characters do not belong to me, they belong to MGM, Showtime, the creator of Dead Like me, and the actors who portray them, please don't sue me, not that I have any money or anything you'd want!
RATING: PG-13 (for language, but the kids these days…)
CONTENT: Reggie/Millie friendship, Mason/George romance
SUMMARY: It's the anniversary of the day Betty piggybacked, George is grumpy, and Mason doesn't seem to have a clue. Will he prove to be a good boyfriend? And just why are Mason, George and Daisy living together?
AUTHORS NOTES: so if you didn't guess from the summary, we're in the future about a year, I'm sorry to all of those that like the gloom 'n' doom but I am an eternal optimist, writing this helped me out of my own grumpy mood… why can't real guys be like Mason (later, you'll see!) I'm also really proud of myself for using something my writing teacher always nagged was not used enough… the sense of smell… if you've never smelled a lily of the valley go find it and take a wiff, it'll relax you better then anything! A big spanxies to all of you reading this, and inflating my ego =8-D hugz and kissez
I woke up to Mason groping my boobs. Fuck! Was I ever not in the mood! I rolled over away from him, but he didn't get the hint. When men are on a mission nothing seems to faze them. I couldn't believe that he didn't realize that today was a really bad day to piss me off. I had hardly slept at all the night before, though Mason seems to sleep like a rock, because with all my tossing, turning and getting up, he didn't even stir. I swear an hurricane could demolish the house, and as long as he had a pillow and blanket he'd still be sleeping. He tried cuddling up to me, and I got out of the bed.
"I'm not in the fucking mood! Get a fucking clue!" I snapped at him, storming into the bathroom.
Jesus fucking Christ! Why does he have to be such an ass sometimes!? I know that the guy doesn't own a calendar, but there are a million and one around here. I swear Daisy collects them, every time I turn around there is a new calendar somewhere in the house. I left the bathroom and went down the stairs to get myself a cup of coffee. Daisy was in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal.
"You look terrible, honey, did Mason keep you up all night again?" she asked.
"No," I growled. "I just didn't sleep well, and I'm grumpy dammit! I'm allowed to be grumpy aren't I?"
"Yes, you can feel however you want to feel. If you wanna talk about it, you know I'm all ears."
"Yeah, I know, thanks. I'm sorry if I'm bitchy today, but I'm just not in a good mood." "Is it your deathiversary?"
Only in this group can that be a word, I swear. "No, it's not that, it's kind of someone else's, I guess."
"Oh, well as I said, if you want to talk, I'll listen."
I tried to force a smile, but it didn't work. "Thank you, really. I just wish that stupid upstairs would get a clue."
"I heard that Georgie!" Mason said, coming down the stairs, putting his shirt on.
I glared at him. "Just get a fucking clue all right. I'm walked over today."
As I was leaving I heard Mason ask. "She didn't happen to tell you why she's so pissy today did she?"
"I heard that Mason!" I screamed, slamming the door behind me.
I walked rather quickly to Der Waffle Haus that morning. It wasn't often that I walked there, usually we all went together, but that morning I simply could NOT deal with both of them in the car. Most of the way there I thought of Betty, and cursed Mason for not realizing that today marked one year since she had piggybacked. It had taken me a while, but I did eventually get over the fact that she was no longer in my life. But today just brought it all back. I just didn't know how to deal with it. I kind of regretted not booking the day off, but the idea of spending the day with Mason in his clueless state didn't seem overly appealing.
I guess what pissed me off the most was that Mason didn't even seem to notice why I was pissed off. On my deathiversary, as Daisy called it, he had been really sweet. He woke up before me, and made me breakfast in bed. He even tried to make the bacon and eggs into a smiley face, which only works on TV, but it made me laugh. To be perfectly honest that day hadn't bugged me so much, cause without it I would never have met him, nor Daisy, and I probably would be working away in the basement at Happy Time, never doing anything in my life.
So I wasn't doing that much with my life currently, but I was in a serious relationship, and technically had two jobs! I was proud of myself. Sometimes life and death work in strange ways. Today, however was not a happy day, I was grumpy, and sad, and my stupid boyfriend just didn't get it! All right what was getting to me more was that Mason didn't even seem to know why I was in a bad mood. For Pete's sake he asked Daisy. Daisy? What the hell was he expecting as an answer from her. I love Daisy, don't get me wrong, she's a great housemate and we get along really well now. But she isn't exactly the most socially driven person in the world. Her world revolves around her, and I don't expect her to get things.
I guess I had just wanted Mason to help me with this. I wasn't expecting him to not be effected at all. He knew Betty longer then I had, so I just kind of assumed that he knew her better. I looked at the ring that Betty had given me, and if it wasn't for the fact I wanted to get straight to work, I probably would have stopped at the park to sit and cry a moment. I was very glad that when we were looking for a house that there was one in our price range not five minutes from the park! I still met with Reggie there almost daily, it become part of both our routines. I just wanted to get my assignment from Rube, and not deal with Mason until I was done work ,unfortunately Reggie was on a fieldtrip, so I couldn't stall going home longer by talking to her.
I got to Der Waffle Haus, and luckily enough Rube was there. I sat down across from him. When the waitress came by I told her that I'd just have some orange juice.
"How are you today, Peanut?" he asked me, sounding genuinely concerned.
"I've had better days," I replied.
"I don't have a post-it for you today."
Well that was a relief, although that too would have made for some good Mason avoiding time. The not going on many assignments rules was one of the only ones that we never went out of our way to break. Occasionally it was unavoidable, but for the most part, that part of our lives were kept separate, and I think that upper management liked the idea too.
"You look more then just sad, you look pissed off," Rube commented.
I shrugged. "You'd probably be pissed too if a certain someone didn't realize why you're not in the mood."
"Give him a break, so far he's actually, surprisingly, been really good with these things."
I sighed. "I think that's what pisses me off the most about it. I mean if he was always forgetting things, then it would be just another thing. But this is important. For fuck's sake he still buys me flowers on every month's anniversary!"
Rube half laughed. "He certainly is an odd one. Where is he anyhow?"
"I decided to walk over here, I just couldn't deal with him this morning."
He shook his head. "Young love. I'm sorry I couldn't find out what happened to her."
I shrugged. "Did I ever, say thank you for that?"
"No, I don't believe you did."
"Thank you, Rube, it meant a lot to know that you actually cared about what I was going threw, even if I didn't notice at the time."
He smiled. "I'm not as bad of a boss as you think I am."
I laughed. "No, you're not, anyhow I'm gonna take off before they show up. Wanna get the working day over with."
He nodded, and I left. I was glad to have a day off from reaping. Why had I not thought of taking the day off from Happy Time? When I got to work, I didn't even go into the coffee room, I didn't want to talk to anyone. I sat at my desk, and got right to work. I put the picture of Mason and I hugging in the opposite direction. Delores had been really proud when I put all of three pictures up around my cubicle. I had that one, the Polaroid of Betty, and picture of Daisy, Mason and I standing in front of our house. Eventually I wanted one of just Daisy and I, but for an actress she doesn't much like cameras. At lunch time Delores walked by, and stopped dead in her tracks.
"What's wrong Millie?" she asked.
"Uh, nothing," I replied.
"Well it's lunchtime, silly goose."
"I know, I'm not hungry."
"Aren't we the industrious one today, but insist that you take a break."
"Oh, no it's all right, with all the time you let me take off it's the least I can do when I'm not busy."
"Is something the matter?"
"Oh, I had a little fight with my boyfriend this morning."
She pouted. "You two don't fight very much, I'm sure that you'll work it out."
I nodded. "I know we will, but I'm just kind of grumpy today, and I want to surround myself with happy things."
She nodded. "You can't get much happier then here. Just promise me that you'll at least have a quick snack and a coffee later, okay."
"All right, I promise."
She then continued on her way, and I continued to work. I sometimes got the feeling that I was rat in a strange maze, that was always the same but I just couldn't get out of. It could be worse, I could be working in fast-food again. Now that was the job from hell, I swear in the time I was there I turned into a robot with a ponytail growing out of my hat. Despite the monotony I actually liked working at Happy Time, it was a nice change from the craziness of reaping. At least here I knew what was in store for me when I punched in. The two jobs seemed to balance each other out perfectly.
When I finished work I decided to walk home, and on my way I made a stop at the park. I knew Reggie wasn't going to be there, but I wanted some alone time where I could just think. I sat down on one of the swings, and began to cry. I thought about Betty, and how much I missed her, and how much I wished I could have stopped her. I thought about what had happened to her, and I wondered where she ended up. I wondered if there were an repercussions because of what she had done. I also wondered what had made her think that the only thing she could do was jump.
Loosing Betty had been like losing a friend to suicide, not that I ever had because I had no friends when I was living, but imagined that this was what people who lost friends like that felt like. Wondering if maybe if they had done something their friend wouldn't have done, and mostly wondering why on earth they would do such a thing when they didn't know the outcome. How can uncertainty really be better then life? I guess I would never know. If I could do just one thing, it would be to ask Betty why she decided that the life of a reaper was so bad that she had to get out? Mostly I wondered why she hadn't told me that she was unhappy, she always seemed so happy, and that's what got to me the most, how could someone so beautiful and full of life, be so unhappy and dead inside?
Then all of a sudden in her honour I decided to do something I had not done since I was a kid. I started to swing, and swing, and swing. I kicked off my shoes, and then jumped off the swing, just to feel the air against my body, and to feel the ground on my feet when I landed. I did this a few times, until I finally fell onto the grass laughing. I then put my shoes back on and proceeded to go home.
When I got there I was surprised to find the door locked, usually someone was home when I got home from work. I shrugged, and was kind of glad to have the place all to myself. I wasn't really in the mood for watching TV, so I decided that I would go upstairs to try and sleep, and if I couldn't maybe read a book. When I got upstairs, I was surprised to find the door to our room closed. It was only closed when both Mason and I were in there and we wanted some alone time, not that Daisy ever really came upstairs much, and we didn't go downstairs where her room was much.
The only time I really ever went down to her room was for our weekly girl night, where one would pick the movie, and the other food, and we would just watch the movie and eat. No Mason, no phone, no distractions. It was never on the same night or at the same time, but at some point every week we would have our girls night.
I was still really confused as to why my bedroom door was closed, but as always my mind had wondered. I opened the door, not sure what to expect. The worst case scenario was that Mason was cheating on me. I watched too many daytime talk shows. To my surprise when I opened the door I was greeted with smell of flowers, roses, lilacs, and lily of the valleys. I smiled, and looked around. There were lots of lilacs and lily of the valleys all over the bed., the dresser, the floor, my side table, everywhere, the scent of those two flowers filled my nostrils. I took a few deep breaths before looking for the roses.
There was one at my foot, which I bent down to pick it up. I then glanced over at my dresser, he would put on in my underwear drawer, and leave it open. Then there was one of my side table, and each of our pillows. Then in the middle of the bed there was a giant teddy bear, holding a rose. I wondered where the rest were, Mason only ever bought one rose, or by the dozen, and I could only see six. Just then two arms wrapped around me, and in one of the hands were six roses.
"I'm sorry I was such an idiot, Georgie," Mason whispered in my ear. "I didn't realize what today was, and when I finally did remember I knew that I would have to do something big to apologize."
I smiled, the first sincere one of the day. "Thank you, you more then made up for it."
He kissed my neck. "Apology accepted?"
I turned around in his arms, and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Have I ever mentioned that I love you?"
"Yeah, but I never get tired of hearing it. I love you back."
I laughed. "Who knew that someone so rough around the edges would turn out to be such a romantic."
He gave me his best Cheshire cat grin. "So do you want to talk at all?"
"What's there to say?"
"I'm sorry, again, and again, and again. I can't believe I was so stupid not to realize why you weren't in a good mood the last couple of days. I know that she meant a lot to you, and I went and forgot."
"You're forgiven, you're only human you make mistakes."
"This was a big one. Why did she mean so much to you anyway?"
I started to cry lightly, and he sat down with next to me on the bed, after moving some flowers out of the way. He kissed me on the cheek, and I cried a little harder.
"She was my first friend," I whispered.
He hugged me close, we didn't need to exchange words, and I'm glad we didn't, cause I didn't want to cry when he had done something so amazing for me. I was glad that I had finally told someone that. I was that without having to tell him I was able to express that before I died I had never really lived. When I asked for my life back Betty had told me I wasn't really doing anything with it anyway, and she had been right. Being a grim reaper was a pretty small price to pay for getting to try and live again. Just then there was a knock at the bedroom door.
"Come in," we both said at the same time, not moving from in each other's arms on the bed.
"Awww!!" Daisy exclaimed. "I really goofed when I turned you down."
I smiled at her. "What's up Daisy?"
"I was going to propose a gal's night in, but it seems that you two have kissed and made up."
All right so make up sex would have been really nice about then, but even after all that I wasn't exactly in the mood. Don't get me wrong, later Mason's going to be in for a nice surprise, but right then was not the time. I looked at Daisy, and then at Mason.
"You know what we haven't done for a while?"
"Had a threesome?" Mason asked, with a laugh.
"Not in this lifetime, boy!" Daisy and I exclaimed at the same, time, throwing us into a giggle fit.
"Can't blame a man for trying."
I smacked him lightly. "We haven't gotten all dressed up, and gone out for a nice meal, then go out dancing."
"That sounds like a lot of fun, and it'll get all our minds off of the whole situation."
"Oh I have the perfect dress for you Georgia!" Daisy exclaimed happily.
After the night I had with the dancing, and what Mason and I did after, I was surprised that I had any energy left to sit up in bed and think for a moment. I thought of Betty, fearlessly taking that leap into something she was not sure of, but was certain was better then the life she was living, and wondered if she knew that I was doing all right considering. I knew that she wouldn't have wanted me to mope around all day.
I looked at the ring one last time. I wondered why some boy had given it to her all those years ago. I wondered f he had meant a lot to her, or if it was just something she had been able to charm out of him. I took a deep breath, and could still smell the flowers. I was going to be vacuuming up petals for weeks, even months to come.
I wiped the last tears from my eyes, and then put my head on Mason's chest to let the rhythmic beating put me to sleep. With pain comes suffering, with love comes happiness, yin, yang, whatever, Rube once called it. At the end of it all it ends up in perfect balance, and the grumpiest day of my life didn't turn out as badly as it could of thanks to the best boyfriend in the world, and a good friend I would never have met had I not lost another one.
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End notes: hope 'ya like, I tried to make a balance of good ol' dead like me grrr, and hope… did it work? I don't think another part in this time frame is needed to tie up any loose ends, so let us go deeper into the future, please don't ask me why I think it's going to be five years later, I just got the idea in my head…
Hint about new character, Colt, he's in a rock band! Keep the feedback coming to keep me writing! trista aka the dustytiger