What's home, if not the first place you run away from? What's love, if not that unexplainable, blazing feeling which comes after a period of hate?
Reputable for her catchy appearance, her over-niceness, her obsession with cartoon animations and her...
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Ed Sheeran - Collide.
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TOM AND I ARE STANDING in my living room, cocking our heads from side-to-side slowly, uniformly, at the stack of gifts at the mouth of my doorstep.
I snap out of it. "Who brought them?"
"You'd already turned in for the night when Miss. Chris stopped by with your friends and dropped them off."
"Oh, really?"
Tom hums.
Looking at these beautiful gifts I selected yesterday and abandoned at the mall, I can only see how right my friends were about spending someone else's money. It actually feels good. Makes me wish I had one man all to myself who would buy me irrelevant stuff and do everything to make me happy. Ha!
I guess the greatest revenge wasn't paying for these things with their boyfriends' cards and abandoning them. The greatest revenge for yesterday is buying all this stuff and making good use of them.
But I didn't pay for this much last night. That can only mean that my friends bought me more things. Oh, those ladies. I can already peep a Victoria's Secret bag from my standing position. Nessa. That girl doesn't get me anything else. Apparently, she's living her dream through my body. Whatever the hell that means.
I breathe. "Take them to my room for me, will ya?"
He nods.
It is half past three in the morning and I am ready for work, dressed in a black top which is tucked into an ash pencil skirt, with ash wedged sandals. And my Bob Marley braids are packed neatly into a pony tail.
I am refreshed and energetic, ready to face all my life's problems and difficulties.
It's almost as if I have forgotten everything my friends put me through the night before.
I've forgiven them. By the way, when you've been friends with people for so long, you tend to overlook a lot of petty things. I have more important things to worry about.
"Red is stop, and green is go. Don't forget, Miss. Alaina." Tom tells me with a very wide smile.
"Red is stop, green is go. Got it." I exhale with finality. "What about the other one though? The third color? Teal, is it?" I ramble sarcastically. "What does it mean? Rear-end slowpokes in traffic?"
He chuckles. "Goodbye, Miss. Break a leg."
"Pretty sure that's not adequate for doctors." I say. "But if I'm called into the OR today, I'll try to break something."
He laughs again.
He's not driving me to work, that's why he's obviously ecstatic. His turn for a Me Day.
