actually.
We get into Mary-Beth’s Accordand drive down to the Mall of Louisiana. It’s about a thirty minute drive so we blare some Brant Marks. He’s a guy from Alabama and has the sexiest voice. He just put out his first record about six months ago. I love country music because let’s face it, it’s all about getting drunk and falling in love. Guys in wranglers, cowboy boots and backward baseball caps are sexy.
We get to the Mall and climb out of the car. I see Sam walking out of the Sephora shop or at least I think that’s Sam. I nudge Mary-Beth.
“What Anna?” She looks at me pointedly like I just interrupted her or something.
“Is that Sam?” I point to the blonde girl wearing all black with asleeve of tattoos down her right arm and purple streaks peeking out through her curls.
“Oh my god… I think it is.” Mary-Beth grabs my hand and starts walking towards her.
“What are you doing?” I hiss out in a whisper as she pulls me closer.
“Sam?” Mary-Beth yells out. I try to dig my feet into the ground to keep from having to go over there and listen to the bullshit Mary-Beth is about to spew.
The blonde turns around and I meet the same eyes I see onLuke every day. “Oh, hey Mary-Beth, Anna.” She smiles but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. I wonder what happened to Sam. Alabama must have changed her for sure.
“You look different. What the hell happened to you?” Mary-Beth looks her over and then I try to stifle a laugh as Sam finally stands up for herself.
“Why are you such a bitch, Mary-Beth? I don’t know why the hell you think you can belittle everyone else. You need to really stop that shit before you have no one. I still don’t see what Jameson ever saw in you. Asfor what happened to me, I just wanted purple hair and tattoos.” I give her an apologetic smile. She just nods then turns and leaves.
“Can you believe that bitch? I should go pull her purple streaks out of her head!”
“You did deserve that, Mary-Beth. You got Jameson. Can’t you just let it go?” I ask.
She growls out,“You know what Anna, I don’t want to go shopping anymore. Actually I don’t want to talk to you anymore. I’m going home.” I just shrug. This is typical Mary-Beth. When she doesn’t get her way, she pushes us all away. I just turn and start to walk into the mall. I look over my shoulder.
“I’ll get Mason or Luke to come pick me up. Have fun eating your Ben & Jerry’s.” I walk into the mall, stop by the local Starbucks and grab a passion tea lemonade, sweetened, then make my way to the MAC store. If it’s one thing I learned in my five year friendship with Mary-Beth, it is to let her cool off. She will come to you when she’s ready. Until then she’s just going to hold a grudge and resent you for not agreeing with her.
Waking up the next morning to the smell of burning bacon is not how I expected to start my Monday morning. I let out a scream and curl into a ball rocking myself on the bed. It isn’t the smell of burning bacon anymore. It’s the smell of burning skin and smoke. I am back on the ground with the wind knocked out of me and I am screaming the names of all the men that I lost that day. I then look into my father’s frantic eyes. He’s shaking me, trying to bring me back.
“Shit, Blake!!!” He wraps me up in his arms and rocks with me. I break down and start to cry. This is not what I wanted, especially not in front of my father. “Son, you’re okay. You aren’t there anymore. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to remind you of that. I was just trying to cook some breakfast.”
I look into his eyes and try to muster up a smile but I can’t bring myself to do it. “Thanks Dad. It’s not your fault. Even the slightest thing brings me back. That plane ride was hell.” He just nods his head, and then starts to stand.
“Call your Uncle Trey, he went through the same thing. That’s why we fought so hard to keep you out of
We get into Mary-Beth’s Accordand drive down to the Mall of Louisiana. It’s about a thirty minute drive so we blare some Brant Marks. He’s a guy from Alabama and has the sexiest voice. He just put out his first record about six months ago. I love country music because let’s face it, it’s all about getting drunk and falling in love. Guys in wranglers, cowboy boots and backward baseball caps are sexy.
We get to the Mall and climb out of the car. I see Sam walking out of the Sephora shop or at least I think that’s Sam. I nudge Mary-Beth.
“What Anna?” She looks at me pointedly like I just interrupted her or something.
“Is that Sam?” I point to the blonde girl wearing all black with asleeve of tattoos down her right arm and purple streaks peeking out through her curls.
“Oh my god… I think it is.” Mary-Beth grabs my hand and starts walking towards her.
“What are you doing?” I hiss out in a whisper as she pulls me closer.
“Sam?” Mary-Beth yells out. I try to dig my feet into the ground to keep from having to go over there and listen to the bullshit Mary-Beth is about to spew.
The blonde turns around and I meet the same eyes I see onLuke every day. “Oh, hey Mary-Beth, Anna.” She smiles but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. I wonder what happened to Sam. Alabama must have changed her for sure.
“You look different. What the hell happened to you?” Mary-Beth looks her over and then I try to stifle a laugh as Sam finally stands up for herself.
“Why are you such a bitch, Mary-Beth? I don’t know why the hell you think you can belittle everyone else. You need to really stop that shit before you have no one. I still don’t see what Jameson ever saw in you. Asfor what happened to me, I just wanted purple hair and tattoos.” I give her an apologetic smile. She just nods then turns and leaves.
“Can you believe that bitch? I should go pull her purple streaks out of her head!”
“You did deserve that, Mary-Beth. You got Jameson. Can’t you just let it go?” I ask.
She growls out,“You know what Anna, I don’t want to go shopping anymore. Actually I don’t want to talk to you anymore. I’m going home.” I just shrug. This is typical Mary-Beth. When she doesn’t get her way, she pushes us all away. I just turn and start to walk into the mall. I look over my shoulder.
“I’ll get Mason or Luke to come pick me up. Have fun eating your Ben & Jerry’s.” I walk into the mall, stop by the local Starbucks and grab a passion tea lemonade, sweetened, then make my way to the MAC store. If it’s one thing I learned in my five year friendship with Mary-Beth, it is to let her cool off. She will come to you when she’s ready. Until then she’s just going to hold a grudge and resent you for not agreeing with her.
Waking up the next morning to the smell of burning bacon is not how I expected to start my Monday morning. I let out a scream and curl into a ball rocking myself on the bed. It isn’t the smell of burning bacon anymore. It’s the smell of burning skin and smoke. I am back on the ground with the wind knocked out of me and I am screaming the names of all the men that I lost that day. I then look into my father’s frantic eyes. He’s shaking me, trying to bring me back.
“Shit, Blake!!!” He wraps me up in his arms and rocks with me. I break down and start to cry. This is not what I wanted, especially not in front of my father. “Son, you’re okay. You aren’t there anymore. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to remind you of that. I was just trying to cook some breakfast.”
I look into his eyes and try to muster up a smile but I can’t bring myself to do it. “Thanks Dad. It’s not your fault. Even the slightest thing brings me back. That plane ride was hell.” He just nods his head, and then starts to stand.
“Call your Uncle Trey, he went through the same thing. That’s why we fought so hard to keep you out of
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