Sariah is strategic.
She has a religion. She follows rules. She knows what she wants. After finishing high school, she graduated in the top five percent of her class at university and is now embarking on her newest, most exciting journey; working...
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"Eww Singh!" I said to him through the phone. I video-called him this morning to catch-up seeing as though I stood him up from last week. I hadn't meant to leave him hanging, especially for so long, but I got so caught up with the interview and everything after that that when I realised I haven't spoken to him, it's been quite a number of days. Knowing Singh, he'll hold a grudge for about a minute and then we'll be good again.
"You called me." he said whilst showing me he's on the toilet, "moreover, that's what you deserve for not texting me back."
"Don't be so grumpy. I was busy the whole week and week-end."
"Really? Too busy for your brother?"
"No Singhhhh, I was just really really busy."
"Yea whatever." he said, rolling his eyes. "I don't need you anymore so if that's why you called, later."
"Stop being a meanie. I'm sorry Singhy-bear."
"Sariah, don't you dare call me that ever again." he said with a scowl. I bursted out laughing. It's a pity he doesn't know that that is what I refer to him as all the time.
"I love you Singh, sorry for real. I was in the middle of getting to my interview when I saw your message."
He rolled his eyes, then placed the phone down to grab tissue. "Liar. You were interviewed long before that."
"Well, I got called back for a follow-up interview. Don't ask, long story and I can't bother to go over the deets right now."
"When I come over tomorrow we'll chat about it. And, apology accepted asshole."
Leave it to Singh to be grumpy always.
"Ok grumpy, I'll call you later. I have work."
" 'Kay, love you Sara."
"Love you Singy-bear." He scowled so hard I couldn't hold in my laughter. He hissed his teeth and hung up.
We're polar opposites. I'm always bubbly and he's like the grinch himself, except he's grumpy all year round. I think his grumpiness came from familial problems but I have a tendency to blame everything on what happened with our family. Even when that may not be the case. It may be that he is just a naturally grumpy person but if you were to hear of some of his experiences growing up, you'd understand why I say what I say. Nevertheless, I love him the same.
I got up from the bed, grabbing my flat-iron from the cabinet below my wall mirror. What I hadn't anticipated was every object in the cabinet to come falling out and onto the floor. The cord was tangled up with my curling iron and blow-dryer and those were tangled with others, hence the corrosion. Huffing loudly I grabbed all the cords and angrily yanked them onto the bed to sort them out. Suddenly, a red object fell onto my feet, bounced off and smacked harshly against the floor-tiles.
I grabbed my toe between my fingers, massaging out the pinching pain but the object, now wedged between the bed and the wall, beckoned my attention. I walked slowly, cautiously over to it and bent slightly to pick it up. My cheeks burn from embarrassment at the sight that caught my eyes. Of course he'd make an appearance now. After months of self-therapy and abstinence, my little vibrating boyfriend decided to make his appearance.
