The Things Yet to Come

Familiarity breeds Contempt

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Whoever said that they could carry all the groceries in one trip is goddamn crazy and delusional. I have 8 bags worth of food and other essentials, two arms and one rented bicycle. The fact that I made it home without the whole bicycle tipping over is astounding and right now, getting the bags off the cycle is even more of a Herculean feat.

After my encounter with the puppy-dog known as Finn Donnelly, I realised two things.

1)       I’m starving.

2)       Our kitchen is literally empty.

And so I set off to our local Kwik-E-Mart and bought all the basic requirements such as bread, eggs, milk, veggies, toilet paper, soap blah blah and bacon. As my dear, dear mother always says, ‘Never forget the bacon.’ Anyways, back to the current problem at hand, too many damn bags. My brain was busy trying to figure out something while my arms were just confused as to what their purpose in all this was. I looked up and noticed a car parked in the driveway which was weird considering no one other than me was supposed to be there right now. Instantly, suspiciously as if on cue, a voice perked up from the direction of the porch.

“Are you going to stand there and gape at my car or are you going to bring the groceries inside.”

Without realising it, I retorted immediately, “Are you going to stand there and gape at me or are you going to help me bring the groceries inside.” Looking towards the direction of the voice, I found a girl; I suppose she was my age, with a scowl and a reddening face. Red really didn’t go well with the blues dyed into the ends of her rather pretty brown hair. “I mean, I know my body’s hot and all but I’d rather get the bags containing our food into I assume our house.”

Without a word she walked over and picked up three of the significantly lighter bags. Frowning, I grabbed my share of the load and followed her into the house. There, I was met with a series of record-breaking squeals from an ironically petite blonde. I was dumbfounded at how such a small body could produce such a deafening noise. The girl, again presumably my age, tackled me in what was supposed to be a hug and squealed some more sounds that I could only presume were words.

“OMGOMGI’MSOGLADYOU’REHERE!YOUHAVENOIDEAHOWMUCHIWANTEDTOMEETYOU!OMGYOU’REHERE!YAY!”

The brunette shook her head but decided not to do anything and instead opted to unpack the groceries. I barely managed to suppress the urge to stick my tongue out at her. Thankfully, the blonde eventually managed to calm down long enough to introduce herself.

“Hi! I’m real sorry I sorta attacked you and for the sorta incoherent words, it’s just that I’m so so glad to meet you! I’ve heard a lot about you from the landlady and I just like, really really wanted to meet you! And that’s actually why we’re early!” she said gesturing to the brunette. “I’m Wendy, Wendy Payne and that’s Maya! We’re both from Austin, Texas!” I nodded, noting her heavy but I guess honeyed accent? I don’t know, something about it was just sweet and smooth and I like sweet things. “You’re Anelisse, right?”

I nodded again, smiling. “Yeah, I’m Anelisse Eriksson. I moved here from Seattle.”