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"God Taylor McKessie, how long has it been?"
There stood Sahara Waters in all of her pregnant swollen glory. She stood about 5'6 with long curly black hair and olive skin. Her dark brown eyes were big and round like that of a puppy's. They held so much happiness every single time I'd seen her in my younger years. I remember hearing Mason speak so fondly of her, during their years of dating. He would sit and gush about how plump and pink her lips were, how curvy she was, and lastly how her laugh made his heart melt especially when she flashed a mouth of white teeth. I on the other hand admired her from afar in just complete awe. She was toned to the gods with a rounded butt, and calves meant to crush your windpipe if ever wanted for wrestling.
How sharp in contrast she was to her little sister, was just mind blowing to me.
"I'd say 8 years or so. How have you been?"
She smiled, touching her swollen belly. "I look horrible oh my gosh," she chuckled covering her face in embarrassment. She adjusted her glasses and tucked a strand of hair into the messy black bun sitting on top of her head. "I have been fine actually. You know,married, living life, and preparing for baby number two. I just decided to come and pick up some samples for the nursery since I was in the neighborhood." She glanced down at the toddler, now hiding behind her leg. "This is my son Raymond. Say hi Raymond."
He hid even further behind her leg, staring shyly at the floor.
"Hey little one!" I smiled halfheartedly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear awkwardly. It was so awkward that I happen to be standing in front of the older sister of the very girl I hated years ago. Savannah was one hell of a bitch, but I dunno...Sahara was never like her. Always kind, beautiful like hell and never once uttered anything negative.
She grinned, quirking her eyebrows in confusion. "Taylor what are you doing in the neighborhood? Last time I heard, you were at U of A with the posse finishing up your degree."
I playfully rolled my eyes, "You already know the answer to that Sahara. We're getting out some family bonding. My parents are actually over the Boltons right now helping them redecorate."
"Wow, gosh how are Lillian and Jack? How's Mason? I haven't spoken to him since Troy's funeral a few years ago."
My thoughts scattered for a second. It just always amazes me how people still acknowledge Troy's passing as if it were yesterday. "Everyone's fine you know. Mason is still Mason-still carrying the Bolton legacy of dating numerous women all at once." I rolled my eyes.
She sadly smiled, awkwardly looking away from me. "Kinda reminds me why we broke up to begin with."
Not many people know that Sahara and Mason had broken up, a few weeks following Troy's death. Mason just wasn't himself anymore. He'd started sleeping around, drinking, smoking, partying, and staying out night after night. He refused help from any of us, and only sobered up when he was around me because he knew more than anyone else-I couldn't stand to see him like that. This was Mason's behaviour for a whole year until Sahara had up and moved out of New Mexico. It was only then, did he find comfort in visiting Troy's grave. When he couldn't take it anymore-he sobered up and got his life back on track.
I held the door open for her as she waddled past me with Raymond in tow. He held onto her sweatpants, as he himself struggled to keep up the pace. We wondered around for a few minutes in silence, until we reached the aisle we just so happened to be looking for.
"You know Sahara I've been meaning to ask you, how is Savannah?"
She chewed on her lip for a moment before answering. "Savannah's good. She's a first grade teacher now."
"Oh that is uh...surprising. Who would've thought Savannah would be teaching kids?"
She smiled, shaking her head. "This still shocks me even after her drug addiction so many years ago."
I hid the shock on my face. "Dru...drug addiction?"
"Yeah after our father passed a few years ago, she took it especially hard. It was her way of coping in ways we couldn't. She's been clean five years and teaching for two."
I was utterly speechless. Who would've thought that Savannah Waters would've become a drug addict? Well of course Sharpay did, but no one in their right mind would've ever thought that. I guess you never really know what someone's going through.
Sahara sniffed the air momentarily, and noticed that a very red faced little boy whom was still attached to her leg needed changing. She signaled me that she'd be disappearing to the bathroom for a few minutes. My eyes scanned over the neatly stocked shelves. "Aha gray!" I picked up the last paint can, balancing it on my left arm with the pastel green.
"You need help?"
I turned around, "Excuse me?" No one was there. I resumed my attention back to the paint cans on the shelves. I turned around again. "Ah my God!" I dropped a paint can and clutched my chest in horror to see Daniella in front of me.
She apologized, picking the cans off the floor. "Oh my God Taylor I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you."
She smiled, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. I never understood what it was about Daniella that made me dislike her. I think it was her charm. She was slender woman, with olive skin and a black pixie cut that framed her face perfectly. She was just always so sweet. She walked around her job, never once having her smile fade. She was busty at the cleavage, and slender around her hips, but help a quiet sex appeal about her. Kinda like, you knew when she smiled at you that she was a sweetheart in the streets, but a freak in the bedroom. She always wore that dark purple lipstick that plumped her lips but accented her narrow nose and big brown eyes. I now understood why Gabriella would hit Chad in the back of his head any time we went to her Daniella's store.
Men fawned over her.
Yet here she was in front of me with a baggy tshirt dress, black sandals and a giant polka dotted sun hat.
No lipstick.
I wondered if men would still fawn over her without the lipstick?
I sighed, "Hello to you too Daniella."
"I'm so sorry Taylor. I honestly didn't mean to scare you."
"Daniella it's none of my business, but what are you doing here?" I asked, reaching for my paint can she was harboring in her arms.
"Oh I just came to pick up a few paint samples for the house with my fiancee."
Was it weird that I started to sense something? That eerie feeling crept over me again. I started towards the register in an attempt to escape conversation with her.
She followed me.
"So what are you doing here?" She asked, struggling to keep up the pace.
"I came to pick up some paint for my family." I finally reached the cash register before this elderly couple pushing a shopping cart did.
The cashier was a small red head with glasses perched at the tip of her nose that hid bright green eyes. She smiled at me, "That will be $135.6-"
I interrupted her, hurriedly giving her my bank card. "Debit."
Judging by the nervousness in her voice, I'd probably frightened her. Her green eyes seemed to dart in every direction as she hurriedly worked at the cash register. She reminded me of Kelsi in her younger years.
As soon as the plastic bags touched my hands, I darted out the store. I think Daniella had tried to say something to me but I didn't really care.
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