Disclaimer - I don't own sailor moon, nor, do I own breyer's ice cream
Chapter Four ( Realization )
If I was your woman
THAT'S IT.
The thought came to me just like that as I sat up on my bed, with my pajamas on. For the past six days or so, I stayed in bed bawling my eyes out. Love ones came in to check on me, wondering what was wrong --especially since my eating habits went down a notch. But I couldn't really tell them that the love of my life was in love with someone else.
I mean I could, but what difference would it have made? At these critical moments at time, I could be really stubborn. I know it's not good being stubborn, but I sincerely didn't want to hear other people's opinion.
Which the majority of their response would have been that I should stay away from him, considering his proposal status.
Speaking of proposal, he proposed to her. Yeah, I know. That's exactly how I felt. Thus the reason I was in bed for the past six days. Why was I even in that state of condition, knowing that eventually he was going to propose to her? I'm not sure. I'm guessing it's the fact that he really did propose to her.
Looking back now, I realize that I could have done something instead of laying in my bed, crying like a baby.
Which brings me back to my earlier thought.
Why should I sit around crying in bed, out of self-pity when I could, . . . matter of fact I should be doing something about it.
Now, the real question is, what should I do?
"Hmmmmmmm" I murmured as I got up off my bed and started pondering through my thought, walking back and forth.
Ceasing my pacing at the sound of my grumbling stomach, I opened the door from my room and descended the stairs. As I walked down the stairs, I was surprised --surprised that my mom, dad, and the little brat of mine were sitting on the couch, looking at me in utter shock.
"Hi" I said uncertainly to everyone in the room.
Rather then a response, I received the same astounded look that I had been graced with earlier. Thinking nothing of it, I went straight to the place my stomach was calling out for.
The kitchen.
As I opened the fridge, I heard whispers, which weren't really whispers since I could hear every word they were saying pretty clearly. They were debating whether or not I was really okay, and who should be the one to find out about my well being.
By the time their so-called whispering ended, I already had a pint of Breyers Cookies'n Creme in my hand, and a spoon. Taking a seat on the stool, I was proudly stating that I was feeling and acting like my old self again, especially since I was already half-way done.
No sooner had that occurred when a tall slender woman with light brown-reddish hair came walking in.
I smiled at her. With hesitation she smiled back at me, and took hesitant steps towards me.
"Hey baby" she said taking the seat that was next to me.
"Hi Momma."
"How are you feeling?"
"Better," I answered.
"Are you sure," she asked with the squinting of her eyes, in disbelief. She had every right to have those doubt. Had I been in her shoes, then I would have done the same. Wondering, how out of the blue my daughter is finally well after locking herself up in bed for the past week.
"Yes" I reasoned trying to give her as much reassurance as possible.
Looking at me, she nodded her head in acknowledgment, with a glint of doubt behind her dark brown eyes, as I finished off the last bit and pieces of the ice cream. I got up and threw the container away.
Without a second thought, I walked up to the front door and left the house.
The sounds of whistles bowling, and "hey mama" from male viewers caught my attention. I wasn't sure who they were directing it at. Looking from left to right, I realized that there ranting and hollering were targeted my way. Blushing from ear to ear, I was flattered. Something like that rarely happened to me.
Keeping my steady beat, the sound of my mother yelling voice made me abruptly stop walking. I wasn't sure of what she was yelling, so I back-tracked back to the house.
"Where do you think you're heading," she asked, more like demanded.
"To the Crowns Arcade," I said unsure of whether or not that was right answer.
"Well you not going anywhere in that outfit."
Before looking at my outfit, I gave her a quizzing look. Then slowly but surly, I saw what she was talking about as my face turn even redder
I was still wearing my pajamas
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If felt as thought every pair of eyes were on me as soon as I Walked inside the crowed Crown Arcade. For a place to be filled with some many people, it was shockingly quiet. Had a pin been dropped you would have heard it automatically, in the process of falling.
I closed my eyes and held my breath for a second or two as I pinched myself, trying to figure out if I was still in bed. A small yelp erupted out of my mouth from the pain of my own pinch, as I opened one eye and peered around the arcade.
As I had expected, it wasn't a dream, but reality.
Looking straight up at Andrew's perplexed look with his mouth hanging wide open, I walked up to the counter and sat on the stool that was directly facing of him.
Giving him a smile, he closed the gape of his mouth and gave me an uncertain half smile. "So what it'll be?"
Taking a deep breathe, I prepared to give him my order, ignoring the fact that they were still looking at me. "I'll have a double cheese burger, vanilla milk... no vanilla and chocolate milkshakes, large stack of fries."
Finishing off, I looked up at Andrew's amusing eyes, smiling at my hearty appetite. "Is that all?"
"Ummmmm, now that you mention it, make that two double cheese burgers, a corn dog, and a hot dog." I replied happily, knowing that my stomach will feel the same.
Moments later, plates of food were stacked in front of me. I sat there, staring at it. I wasn't sure where to being. So I just grabbed anything and munched a whole bunch of goodies in my mouth. In doing so, it seemed to have smooth out the odd era that hung in the air, previously
Why it was there in the first place, I wasn't quite sure.
"So I see you're back to your regular eating habits," a familiar teasing voice said from behind.
I smiled to myself knowing who it was. He was the only man that could turn my world upside down, in a good way, so to speak. The only one that I can say I'll do anything for, just to see that smile of his. Especially loving the way his dark blue eyes had a glint of sparkle whenever he had some type of mischief that he was brewing.
Wanting to see the face of the only man that I can honestly say makes me weak to my knees, I twirled around and tensed at that sight that I was seeing.
None other than the leech was hanging all over him. She smiled expectantly at me. Sending me a bright smile, as if we were the bestest buds ever.
Not.
I tried to return the smile, but it wasn't coming out right. It was more of twitching action of the corner of my mouth.
I looked at Darien looking around. When he found what he was looking for he tried to free his arm away from the wretch, but she wouldn't budge. Finally she reluctantly did so. I watch him walk away towards where Andrew was standing, which was by the video game.
Prying my eyes away from the two bonding males, I looked her straight in the eye, catching a slightly different emotion than she had on previously for only a mere second. I couldn't pin-point what type it was, but I had a feeling that she didn't like me. It really didn't matter since the feeling was mutual. It was also easier on my case, since it gave me an advantage knowing that I wouldn't feel any sort of guilt when I can finally reclaim Darien Shield as my very own.
How I would do such as thing, especially since I wasn't the type, I still wasn't quit sure.
Twirling back around to face my food, I realized I wasn't feeling as hungry as I was before, but I wasn't going to show her that she had the upper hand, so I continued on with my feasting.
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