When life throws you a bone.
Monday mornings how I loathe thee. My alarm clock goes off at 6:30. I'm NOT good with mornings.
Bleary eyed and still not awake I stumble into the bathroom to have my morning shower.
I can't say I exactly hate my body because I don't I just disapprove of bits and bobs here and there. My stomachs got a little bit of weight I will admit, but its not obese type of weight; I'd class my self as curvy, I have never been as skinny as Lizzie, I used to dislike it; but well now, its not like many people take and interest and on a more positive not I have come to accept that I will never be a skinny girl.
I pull on my jeans, they're old and have rips in the knee, it's not even like I brought them with rips in, it is just purely because they're old! I pull on my Ramones T-shirt and my black converses. I quickly pull a brush through my wet hair and put on some eye liner and lip gloss. I don't doll myself up as much as I used to, partly because I'd have to get up at lest half an hour before I already do, and that's unthinkable and undoable. I glance at my self in the mirror giving myself a nod of approval, I don't look that bad.
"Morning Miranda." My father says as he passes me on the stairs.
"Hi dad." I say cheerily.
"You sound happy this morning, any reason?" He grins at me.
"Do I have to have a reason to be happy." I grin back.
"Oh no, it's just nice to know my daughters not always a sulky teenager." he teases.
"Dad!" I roll my eyes.
I'm late for the bus as usual. As I run up it pulls away and I see the grinning faces of all the people in the back, I make a rude gesture and sit down heavily on the bus seat. What do I do now? I think, I hate missing the bus. All the kids with cars drive past and pretend they don't see me, and I have to walk the 4 miles to school. I sigh and contemplate skipping school today, it hardly seems worth it.
I carry on thinking of what I would do with a whole day off when my thoughts are interrupted.
"Miranda, hey." I hear a voice over my shoulder, I look round and there he is. Gordo.
"Gordo, hi." I say in shock as you can imagine.
"Ummm actually it's Dave now." he said grinning and sitting down next to me.
"Oh yeah sorry I remember." I said with yet another sigh.
"I didn't class you as a skipper Sanchez." He laughs, but in a nice, Gordo way.
I laugh. "I'm not, I missed the bus." I grin sheepishly feeling a bit foolish.
"Still as unorganised as you were in middle school I see." He laughs.
"Yeah, I guess, I wish I wasn't, make my life so much easier." I say more to myself than him.
"Well since you're here and I'm here you fancy going to get so breakfast?" He glanced at me, his hair looking as messy and curly as it used to.
I contemplated this for a while. I either take this opportunity and find out more about Gordo. Or I walk the 4 miles to school and have a rotten time and probably never speak to Gordo again. I choose the first option, figuring I will have plenty of time to catch up seeing as I have a nonexistent social life.
I nod
"Ok." I say confidant that I have made the right choice.
"Great I'm starving, and I know just the place." He concludes happily at his own geniuses.
So there we are in the Green café. Me feeling out of place and Gordo looking like he's at home with his large hippy family. There are loads of people here, the fact that it's nine in the morning doesn't seem to bother them.
"What can I get you?" a girl with dread locks and few dozen piercing ask us.
"chi tea for me please." says Gordo giving the girl a broad smile.
"Ummm a black coffee please?" I ask uncertain if I'll get a old hippy picking me up on my caffeine addiction. The girl nods in response and walks off.
"This place seems nice." I say awkwardly, I mean how do you start a conversation with your old best friend you haven't talked to properly in about a year?
"Yeah I like to hang out here, it's a nice environment you know, like you feel like no ones' gunna judge you. It's like reliving." He smiles at me.
"Yeah I get that." I say softly, I do feel at ease here, it's like a strange feeling of acceptance.
"So Miranda, tell me, how is you life since, well you know." He says and I get the distinked feeling there tension filling the air above us. I make the disession on impuls to clear it, it's now or never I figure.
"Gordo, I mean Dave." good start I think. "I don't hate you for what happened and I hope you don't hate me." I say, I felt relived.
"Miranda, I was really hoping one of us would get up the guts to say something and I had the feeling it wasn't going to be me." He grinned "As for hating you that's ludicrous, It was basically my fault we all broke up in the first place." He sighs. "I suppose I was upset about Lizzie and well I thought you and her would just get swept up in people loving you and I…well I'd just get forgotten as I always seemed to. So I distanced myself from you both, I suppose it was a safety net, so that I didn't get hurt in the end; But well, and you can kick me if it's not true, but I get the impression you're the one who has had the worse deal out of all of us." He said looking at me and biting his lip.
I felt a surge of emotions, I felt angry, angry that he was basically implying I was a loner. I felt happy that he had thought I would get popular and I felt relaxed, as now I felt I knew where I stood.