Seabrook, Hadley

You Look Quite Messy Today

I was a thousand miles away, and my mother was still getting on my nerves.

It was only the second day away from home and I had been Skyped twice, emailed 7 times and called about 20.

That's what kept me awake all night. The beeps and the buzzes and the rings coming from a device that I once loved but now just wanted to throw in the ocean.

At 1:00 am, I groaned and walked over to my desk, about to shut my laptop off, but I sighed and gave into temptation and guilt. Sarah had told me that she was just worried about me and wanted to make sure that I was alive, and she was probably right.

I read the emails, most of them pretty sweet, but at 1:00 in the morning, I was in no mood to swoon at how adorable they were. So I shut off my laptop, and literally dove into bed.

Then came the phone calls.

There wasn't any difference in time from New York and Seabrook. They had the same time zone, so she was literally sitting up, calling me and calling me over and over again at 1 in the morning.

"Mom, why are you still awake?" I hissed when I answered the phone.

"Well I was just wondering if you were still breathing," she said. I rolled my eyes.

"No, mom, I'm perfectly fine. Hear me breathe." I then breathed loudly into the microphone.

"Why are you whispering? Are you with a boy?"

"What? No! It's fucking 1:00 in the morning and Sarah is trying to sleep too!" I rolled my eyes at how oblivious my mother was. Just because I wasn't in the same house with my mother didn't mean I was just going to start reeling boys in like they were fish.

"Well, you know, I'm not in the same house as you, and I worry sometimes that-"

"You have nothing to worry about. Now go back to sleep. I want to close my eyes for five seconds without you calling me." I then hung up the phone. Why was she so dumb?

Sarah laughed when I told her the story over breakfast.

"Well, I think it's cute that your mother wants to know if you're okay," Sarah said, putting some more eggs on the fryer. I shrugged and pulled out some sourdough bread and an avocado.

"Do you want some avocado toast?" I asked, and Sarah shrugged.

"Sure, why not?" I spread the avocado on the piece of bread and put some salt on it. I handed it over to Sarah, and she widened her eyes.

"Why didn't I think of this?" She asked, chowing down on the bread and I laughed. I ate mine too, and went up to change.

Today was the day that Sarah and I were going shopping for furniture and stuff for my room. It was not a good day to do this, because shopping always drained the life out of me, and I was already about to collapse onto my bed.

Nevertheless, I changed from my much too big pajama shirt and booty shorts into a pair of high waisted Jean shorts and a cropped tank top. I put on my white converse and some sunglasses. I then put on some mascara and tied a piece of cloth as a headband and let my hair be loose and do its own thing, because I was much too exhausted to try to manage it.

I trotted downstairs after putting on Reed's necklace, and grabbed my wallet and phone from the coffee table. Sarah was ready to go, and we drove out of town a little ways to go to Ikea. By the time we had walked literally 20 minutes, I was ready to go. I was about to fall asleep in one of the bedroom displays. Finally, after about 3 hours, we had gotten finished, and bought all of the stuff. As soon as I reached for my wallet, Sarah stopped my hands, and I rolled my eyes but reluctantly put my wallet away.