✺ 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ✺- Josh Kiszka

Part 21

Eventually, Violet and Sam hung up, and I heard her continue to get ready in the bathroom.

I sat on my phone, passing the time before she came out. 

When she did, she had light shimmery makeup on, and her hair was back to its curly self after being straightened for the past few days.

She sighed, grabbed the clothes off the bed she had set out and began changing into them.

"Do you mind if I borrow some jewelry?" She asked as she stood in front of the full-length mirror against the wall next to the closet.

"Yeah, it's all in the box on the dresser," I said, sitting up and letting my legs dangle from the bed.

"Thank you," she said in an exasperated voice as she walked quickly over to the box and began gently untangling the gold chains that sat in it.

She walked back over to the mirror and clasped them around her neck. She flipped her hair out of the nape of the sweater and turned towards me.

"What do you think?" She asked, nervousness prevalent in her voice.

"You look beautiful," I said, smiling gently.

She smiled back, and her body seemed to relax with my words.

She walked over and sat on the bed beside me.

"You're telling me everything when you get back," I told her as I looked up.

"Oh, every last detail," She added, laughing.

There was a knock at the front door, and she looked over at me, smiling even wider.

She stood up and briskly walked out of my room. I followed, and we made our way down the hall and to the front door.

Before opening the door, she turned and whispered to me,

"If things go south, can I call you to come get me?"

"Things won't go south." I whispered back with a laugh, "but yes, I'll be your emergency contact. Now, are you going to leave him out there, or are you going to open the door?"

She nodded and sighed before opening the door. Sam stood looking down at the porch's patio with his hands in his pockets. When he heard the door open, he looked up, smiling at Violet from outside the sliding glass door.

Violet slid open the door, and he pulled her into a gentle hug.

"Ready?" he asked, looking down at her in his arms. I felt a pang of jealousy, wishing it was Josh looking at me like that.

Violet nodded back to him then looked over at me,

"Bye, I'll see you later," she said excitedly.

"Bye V," I said quietly as I watched them walk, still linked together, down to Sam's car.

I closed the door behind them and locked it before making my way into the kitchen. I opened the fridge, looking for anything I could make for dinner.

I found a container of spinach alfredo pasta that Violet had made probably a week earlier. I didn't care how old it was. It was food.

I set the container in the microwave for a minute and sat down at one of the barstools.

The house was so quiet. Only the light humming of the microwave filled the space. I watched from the counter as the plastic Tupperware spun in slow circles under the yellow light of the microwave.

The house's silence was droned out when I heard my phone faint ringing of my phone from my bedroom. I got up from my seat and walked down to answer it. I assumed it was my mom, telling me she would be away for another night this weekend, or Violet telling me she had forgotten something.