A Little Time to Get to You

the one before the first time

I've noticed that life's funny and ironic.

The times that I'm completely okay with time passing slowly it decides not to.

Before I even know it, my moms are sitting me down on the couch to lecture me before they leave for the weekend.

It felt awkward. It was like they were trying to pretend like they were always around, as if they suddenly found it necessary to resume their roles as parents. I grit my teeth though, listening aimlessly to all of their safety rules. They spout out there reminders of locking the doors before bed and making sure any friends that I invite over have notified their parents that there would be no adult supervision.

"Do you need anything from the grocery store before we leave? We don't particularly want you going out on your own while we're gone but we're not heading until 6 so there's time to go-" Momma C asks, a hand resting on her hip. I bite my lip as I ponder and I glance towards the kitchen in thought. "I can run and get some milk and eggs from Target so that there won't be a shortage of that or anything." I say and Momma D nods. "That's a good plan hon. You should grab some bread too." She tells me and I acknowledge her, nodding as I reach forward to grab a sticky note and a pen off of the coffee table to jot down the things I needed.

I'm beyond grateful when my moms' lengthy speech ends and I run upstairs to my room to grab my purse before heading back down to say bye to my moms and drive to Target. (I was 100% trying to slip out the door as quickly as possible.)

***

After roaming through Target and collecting all of the food necessities, I make my way to the feminine product aisle. I scan the items before finding my brand of pads and throwing a package of them into my basket before nodding to myself in approval, having gotten everything I came for in record time.

Before I can leave the aisle though, something catches my eye and I swallow nervously, making my way over to the shelf I had glanced at.

Boxes and boxes of condoms are lined along the shelves and bite my lip, scanning the different brands and feeling overwhelmed by the different kinds. I realized then if I wasn't so embarrassed, I'd probably text Ricky to help me. However, I'm far too shy for that though, no matter how natural the conversation should be, and I truly didn't want to imply or insinuate anything.

If Ricky and I ended up doing something while my moms were away, we'd be prepared. If we didn't though, there was no harm done, no embarrassing situation I would've had to withstand.

That did however still leave me incredibly unsure of what to get which was slightly worrisome and forcing me to rely more on my gut feeling and what little knowledge I had from TV shows and movies.

Reaching an uneasy hand forward, I grab one of the boxes off the shelf, examining the information and shaking my head with confusion. Reluctantly though, I put the condoms in my basket and grab at a few other brands and sizes as well before adding them to my items.

To spare my embarrassment now, I'd have to deal with it when I presented Ricky with my purchases.

I accept it though, knowing there was no way around that bridge when we got to it. Truthfully though, it'd probably be the easiest part of the night and somehow, that eased my mind just slightly.

***

The second I get home from the store, I run upstairs to stash my purchases before flying back down to the kitchen to put away the perishables.

My moms were maneuvering around me, packing their last minutes necessities and before I know it, I'm being pulled into tight hugs and I'm being instructed to be smart, and then I'm watching my moms swiftly leave the house, myself being left behind in a silent home.

I sigh when the door shuts and I immediately search for my phone, ordering a pizza and texting Ricky to find out whether or not he would be coming over tonight or tomorrow.

I silently prayed tomorrow, just so that I had time to process everything that might happen. (Maybe do a little research on the condoms I had bought and try to figure out which ones would be the best choice.)

My phone dings though and I bite my lip when I read the text.

"Tonight. See you soon babe."