might want to look into getting me one of those friends with benefits guys, in case I ever run into this type of situation again. Maybe Eric could be my friend with benefits—now that would be something.
I take my time getting ready, since I still have plenty of it before I have to go. I make my hair extra smooth, and add a little more makeup. Rather than my typical mascara and lip gloss, with a touch of blush, I also go all out on my eyes; making them pop nicely, if I do say so myself.
I catch myself glancing at my sweater a couple times, and day dreaming about those eyes. Ok, I have to get out of here and busy myself before I seriously melt. I pack up a small overnight bag, since I happen to be off from the restaurant tomorrow, too. This way, I don’t have to worry about a sleepy drive back. I can either stay with Mom, Raleigh, or my Grandparents. Well, Mom or Raleigh that is; I really don’t want to have to explain to my grandparents why I am so tired.
I pull my comforter up on my bed, and then throw all my dirty clothes in my hamper. I then grab up my favorite hoodie once again and some gloves. Piper is still sound asleep; I guess she must have really wore herself out this time. For once, this thought about Piper actually bothers me. Knowing that Tara is somewhere trying to pull herself together, actually makes me really sad for Tara. I agree this isn’t Piper’s fault, being as Andrew could have let Piper be, but, still, I know how she is, and she loves being very persuasive. You would think she is attending college to become a hooker or private escort. I wonder how many years of college it takes to get a Bachelor Degree in that field? I have to laugh at myself; my head is all over the place today.
I open the door, turn the lock on the knob, and head out to my Blazer. The sun feels nice, absorbing through my sweater. As I am unlocking and opening my door, I can’t help but take a quick look around to see if I happen to see a certain black truck. Of course, it isn’t anywhere around, but a girl can have high hopes—can’t she?
ONCE I DRIVE out of the lot, I call up my best friend Raleigh. She answers on the third ring. “Hey girl; you’re up, good. Now start getting ready, so you can take me to my physical therapy appointment, Bitch.”
I have to laugh at Raleigh. Of course she would think I was she just getting up, since I worked late last night. Typically, this would be the case, but, of course, not today. “Well, actually, I am already on my way. I kind of had an extremely early start this morning. Are you excited about visiting your new physical therapist’s office today?”
I hear Raleigh walking, and a door open and close. “Yeah, I am, actually. It will be nice not to keep having to go to the actual hospital for every appointment. Between the accident and the therapy, I have had more than enough of my fair share of that place. This new office, and having new people to work with, will be a nice change of scenery for me. It is getting a whole lot better, though. The pain has gone down severely, and I am walking around pretty well. I would say my shoulder still hurts the worse. So, why exactly did you have an early start this morning? Not that I am complaining, because I love our time together. I really miss you, Caroline.”
I have a big grin on my face, because I miss this girl so much. It makes me feel good to know she is getting better all the time. “Oh Raleigh, I really miss you, too. I have quite the story for you, and you might feel like I am dragging you into a Soap Opera or something as I’m telling you. I have to say, though, I met a guy today that made me feel like when Alicia Keys sang about A Girl On Fire she was talking about me. Yet, in this case, I mean literally; I literally felt so hot that my body was going to burst into flames—that kind of fire.”
Raleigh starts laughing, and lets out her signature little snort with it. “Caroline, you are always relating things to
I take my time getting ready, since I still have plenty of it before I have to go. I make my hair extra smooth, and add a little more makeup. Rather than my typical mascara and lip gloss, with a touch of blush, I also go all out on my eyes; making them pop nicely, if I do say so myself.
I catch myself glancing at my sweater a couple times, and day dreaming about those eyes. Ok, I have to get out of here and busy myself before I seriously melt. I pack up a small overnight bag, since I happen to be off from the restaurant tomorrow, too. This way, I don’t have to worry about a sleepy drive back. I can either stay with Mom, Raleigh, or my Grandparents. Well, Mom or Raleigh that is; I really don’t want to have to explain to my grandparents why I am so tired.
I pull my comforter up on my bed, and then throw all my dirty clothes in my hamper. I then grab up my favorite hoodie once again and some gloves. Piper is still sound asleep; I guess she must have really wore herself out this time. For once, this thought about Piper actually bothers me. Knowing that Tara is somewhere trying to pull herself together, actually makes me really sad for Tara. I agree this isn’t Piper’s fault, being as Andrew could have let Piper be, but, still, I know how she is, and she loves being very persuasive. You would think she is attending college to become a hooker or private escort. I wonder how many years of college it takes to get a Bachelor Degree in that field? I have to laugh at myself; my head is all over the place today.
I open the door, turn the lock on the knob, and head out to my Blazer. The sun feels nice, absorbing through my sweater. As I am unlocking and opening my door, I can’t help but take a quick look around to see if I happen to see a certain black truck. Of course, it isn’t anywhere around, but a girl can have high hopes—can’t she?
ONCE I DRIVE out of the lot, I call up my best friend Raleigh. She answers on the third ring. “Hey girl; you’re up, good. Now start getting ready, so you can take me to my physical therapy appointment, Bitch.”
I have to laugh at Raleigh. Of course she would think I was she just getting up, since I worked late last night. Typically, this would be the case, but, of course, not today. “Well, actually, I am already on my way. I kind of had an extremely early start this morning. Are you excited about visiting your new physical therapist’s office today?”
I hear Raleigh walking, and a door open and close. “Yeah, I am, actually. It will be nice not to keep having to go to the actual hospital for every appointment. Between the accident and the therapy, I have had more than enough of my fair share of that place. This new office, and having new people to work with, will be a nice change of scenery for me. It is getting a whole lot better, though. The pain has gone down severely, and I am walking around pretty well. I would say my shoulder still hurts the worse. So, why exactly did you have an early start this morning? Not that I am complaining, because I love our time together. I really miss you, Caroline.”
I have a big grin on my face, because I miss this girl so much. It makes me feel good to know she is getting better all the time. “Oh Raleigh, I really miss you, too. I have quite the story for you, and you might feel like I am dragging you into a Soap Opera or something as I’m telling you. I have to say, though, I met a guy today that made me feel like when Alicia Keys sang about A Girl On Fire she was talking about me. Yet, in this case, I mean literally; I literally felt so hot that my body was going to burst into flames—that kind of fire.”
Raleigh starts laughing, and lets out her signature little snort with it. “Caroline, you are always relating things to
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