Forever and Always

Second Chance

My three hour trip to College Station was long and tedious. Even if it was just a day and a half I've been away, I missed my best friend, somewhat my boyfriend, but I missed Isaac even more. I parked my car and knocked on the door. No Clarissa. I grabbed the spare key since I left mine inside the day before I left to Rockwall.

Everything seemed the same since I left, actually, the place seemed cleaner. Then again, I wasn't surprised, Clarissa had always had an OCD when it came to cleanliness. I threw my suitcase and purse on the couch and kicked off my shoes, letting my feet breathe for once. I slid down the hallway with my purple striped, black socks and opened the door to Clarissa's room. Holy shiz it was a mess. Her blanket was all wrinkled up, the pillows thrown on either side of the walls. What the hell happened here? I sat on her bed, and rested my hand on the edge of the bed for support, then I felt something sticky and rubbery. I looked down to where my hand was at and a saw a shriveled condom staring back at me. My reaction was probably exaggerated but totally reflected what I felt.

I screamed and lifted my hand, but the condom stuck to my palm. I waved my hand around viciously, and it did fall…on my cheek. I probably screamed so loud that the people of China could've heard me. I slapped my cheek and it fell to the ground. I stood up and ran the hell out of the room.

"Ew ew ew ew gross!!!"

I gagged and rushed to the bathroom. I turned on the water for tub, the water came out rushing down. I stripped myself entirely and let the water rinse all the grossness off of me. I grumbled as I grabbed the pink sponge and rubbed my cheek, arm, then body.

"Little nasty…got me all dirty with the…ughhh."

After scrubbing hard for ten minutes, I got out, placing a towel on my head and my body. I left wet footprints on the wooden floor until the tracks were gone as I stepped on my room's carpet. I put on my undergarments , then a pair of ripped skinny jeans, a sweater that said Pierce the Veil, and some black Vans.

I didn't bother putting make up because I wasn't thinking of going out. I threw my towel to the side and it knocked something over. I went to pick it up and I saw it was Rogers guitar case. My guitar case. I grabbed it and set it on my bed. I sat down with my legs crossed and opened my case, pulling the guitar out. I held it in position, and lightly ran my fingers across the strings. The hum of the strings sent a tingly feeling up my fingers, and straight into my heart. I began to play Cough Syrup and sang to it.

"Life's to short to even care at all whoaa… I'm losing my mind losing my mind losing control…the fishes in the sea are staring at me whoa oh whoa…wet world aches for a beat of a drum oh…if I could find a way, to see this straight I'd run away, to some fortune that I-I , should have found, by now…im waiting for this cough syrup, to come down…"

My singing was interrupted by the loud knocking of the front door. I set the guitar aside and rushed to the door. I opened it and standing there was Roger, in his regular blueish button down shirt with a white Polo sweater vest on top, some tan khaki pants and Sperry's. Im his right hand he held a dozen roses. I began to close then door but he pushed it back, not hard enough to hurt me.