The day of the party that senora was supposed to go to with Dr drake ramore had arrived and She still had no regrets about the outburst, she had made a great friend out of A.J and made it on the news, plus he heard that amy quit her job! She brushed the front of her hair but didn't have the motivation to brush the back. She put on a cream highlighter that she found in the 40% off section in claire's. she put it on that same night she met Christopher. In any chick flick drama, this would have been the moment a single tear fell from her eye causing her non-waterproof mascara to get messed up but she had very little guilt because her mom's car got towed and christopher didn't show up to pick her up from jail because his car had broken earlier. That made her very upset with him. Finally, it was the night of the party. Senora felt reckless and young, because now she had THREE men in love with her, and they were all disposable. She grabbed a kitchen knife and sliced a bit off the top of her 14$ lipstick so it would have a pointed tip, and then she slathered it all over her lips like a kiddie coloring book. When she licked lipstick stains off her teeth, she tasted prison and the memory of her backup man who could supply her drugs and a love life if she was desperate enough. Senora wore a sparkly bra (which was obviously a swimsuit top) and slipped on a jean skirt along with silver high heels. She dashed out the door, but then gasped in horror when she remembered she didn't actually have a car. "DANG IT", she yelled, stomping her feet like a spoiled child. The only person she knew who had a car and was going to the party was Christopher, and she was NOT going to listen to soy guapo for another car drive. So she grabbed a bag of cheetos and sat on her driveway, dialing the hospital.
"Hello miss, how can I help you?"
"Hi, I am seriously ill and need to talk to Dr. Drake Ramore RIGHT NOW"
"Is it serious?"
"Holy potatoes is it serious, my heart will be breaking...I mean, collapsing...if I'm not able to go to the party...i mean have an appointment...with him"
It took the doctor's office thirty minutes to refer her to Dr. Ramore's office, and she had to pretend she was seriously ill. But finally, a hot and deep voice went on the line. Mr. Drake Ramore, who had a double major in cardiorespiratology and irresistablness, was going to be "daddy to the rescue" and pick her up at 7:30 in his red tesla. Senora dashed back inside of her house to grab some snacks for the drive (a jumbo bag of cheetos and some nacho cheese) and eagerly awaited her hansom chofer.
Twenty minutes later, Senora was trying to figure out how to make cheeto nachos while Dr. Drake Ramore tried to revive a dying patient in the back of the car. Senora tried everything to melt the cheese, sitting on top of the cheese, holding the cheese on the window, breathing on the cheese, and putting it on top of the AC vent and turning the temperature high. "The warm air is making my dying patient overheat and he could have a heart attack blah blah blah...." Senora tuned out the world, completely focused on melting that cheese. In frustration, Senora tossed the piece of cheese out the window and it smacked the windshield of the driver behind her. The doctor dropped the dying man into the ditch once they got to a stop light, because Mr. Ramore was very concerned with following the law. The drive was mostly silent, but Senora saw him staring at her in complete adoration. "He loves me," she thought, and she became warm and fuzzy inside. But he was actually watching her get cheeto dust all over the pristine, white interior of his tesla, and he was thinking about dropping her in a ditch too.
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The Pathetic Romance of a Mean Cough
RomanceA story about the whirlwind romance between a man named Mr. Mean Cough and a woman named Senora. Loosely based on a true story. For any confusion, Joey and Dr. Drake Ramoré are NOT, I repeat, NOT the same person.
