When Drake swung the door open, fresh air hit our faces as the smell of caramel and fudge warmed my nose. I slowly looked around and breathed heavily. There were buckets of candy, caramel, chocolate, and everything that you could possibly imagine. My favorite soda, Jones Berry Lemonade, was sitting there in Jack's little refrigerator that he stole from Johnson's, just WAITING for me to drink it.
The walls were painted a light shade of yellow, which made it even more homey. Huge lollipops hung on the ceiling, Cotton candy covered the walls, and fake roses hung around the entrance of the door. Suddenly, Landslide by Fleetwood Mac was on the radio; one of my favorite songs. I slowly walked over to the buckets of candy, the door slamming after me.
Chocolate Caramels, Licorice Caramels, Orange Caramels, Vanilla Caramels. Yumm. I picked up a huge handful of orange caramels and put it up to my nose. The sweet and sour scent smelt so overwhelming, my brain started to cloud. Nothing could ruin this miraculous moment. Running away, my mother, and even Drake and his fantastic car, didn't even cross my mind. I felt like I could just let everything go, dunk my head into the bucket of caramels, and stay in there. I squished the caramel in my hand, feeling the smooth texture of the wrapper and the warm sensation of the soft caramel.
It felt so good just to touch it, which I thought was strange, especially when it’s just caramel. Why would squishing caramel like a little kid make me feel so alive? Ugh I am so psycho sometimes. I blame it on my mother doing drugs when I was in her stomach. I rolled my eyes at myself, threw them back in the bucket, and started to look around again. My hands hovered over the buckets, feeling the wooden cracks that dug deep into the wood.
Suddenly, I remembered what it felt like to go in here. I always felt like I'd been taken care of. No matter how insane the guy was, this place just had it all. The refreshing scent, drifting off into your own happy place full of sweets and sugar, and the fact that my mother always got a discount for some reason. I smiled to myself, as I mentally pictured myself as a little kid, coming here and taking a handful of chocolate like I used to My face was always plastered in comfort; something that I have had a tough time doing for years. I sighed, feeling even more bitter towards my mother. If I had ran away sooner, would I've been happier? That thought had been haunting me for the past 3 hours; tearing at my soul.
It's true; what if I did run away a year or two ago? I sure as hell wouldn't be in this place. Maybe I would have friends, a fantastic boyfriend, or AT LEAST some adopted parents that went through the exact same thing that I've been through. Ha, snap back into the real world Brianna, because if that would've happened, it would've happened by now.
I swallowed my depression; just like I always do. Drake walked slowly to my side with his hands in his pockets. He stared at the gift basket that was hanging above the buckets of caramels. I reached over to where he was, and grabbed it from the shelf. Drake smiled at me, touching the baby duck picture that was on it. Awh, how cute. I smiled back, my hormones telling me that I should just hug him for no reason. Ugh, I hate hormones. Once again, not listening to my hormones, I focused my brain on the music that was playing instead of him.
Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And I'm getting older too
Ah, take my love, take it down
Ah, climb a mountain and I turned around
YOU ARE READING
Why, Hello Happiness.
Acak(Previously known as I Was Perfectly Happy Until You Came Along...Yes, I'm Lying You Idiot.) Brianna Lewis is not your average teenage girl. In fact, she's far from it. She grew up in a town, not known by the government, called Purple Thread, Neva...
