When a parent dies, it leaves a hole in the center of your chest. The hole will always be there but over time the pain will ease. When you watch the person who inspires you to become a dancer dies suddenly; your passion for dancing dies with them. W...
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In this small town you will run into the person you're trying to avoid more than once..... In a single day. Since the incident with Phoebe, I have tried to avoid her like the plague. It doesn't help when you live in a microscopic small town. Every day I have seen or I have ran into her at least four times. I don't know why I thought today would be any different. This is the third time I have ran into this rattlesnake with a powerful bite. Each time she has opened her mouth to speak. Each time I have turned on my heels and given her the cold shoulder. You think she'd get the hint, don't speak to me. Yet here we are, she hasn't picked up any hint. She definitely isn't a hunting dog that's for sure. Why can't she just take the damn hint?
"Grayson! Let me apolo." She doesn't even get to finish her statement before my voice cuts her off.
"How about you keep that apology because I don't need it. Nor do I need to see your face every second. You stay over there and I'll stay over here. We don't know each other and that's how we will keep it. Got it?" Before she can answer; I walk out of the store with my bags in my hand. I take big strides towards my truck; just to get away from her. Does this seem to work? No, because I can hear her shoes hitting the pavement. Now what?!
"Grayson! Wait up!" She yells out. She definitely doesn't get the hint Gray. Do I seriously have to be a complete asshole for her to get what I am saying? Just for her to get the damn hint?
"What?!" I grunt out.
"Listen, just let me explain and apologize for once. You're so damn big headed and stubborn." She demands.
"Actions speak louder than words. Yet your words cut deeper than a knife. I don't think I can listen to your reasonings or apologies." I counter. I dig my boots into the ground and continue to walk towards my truck. I just need to get these groceries to my truck so I can head home to my three angels. I toss the bags into the back of my truck and open my door. As I go to close my truck door, thinking she's going to leave me alone. No, her hands catch my closing door. They pull the door wide open and she's staring me in the eyes like she's challenging me.
"Listen, you're going to listen to what I need to say. If you accept my apology, good. If not, oh well. At least I have given you an apology to begin with." She rants. Her ranting causes me to crack a small smile. Even when I'm in situations like this and I want to stay angry at her. This girl has always ranted and raved when she's on a mission. When she's pissed, when she's excited, when she's scared. You get it, she rants most the time. Here she is ranting and all I can do is smile at her ranting like a mad woman.
"Get to the point Phoebe." I cut her off.
"Oh so I'm allowed to say what I need to say? Great. Now listen Gray as I talk." She rambles on again.
"Pheebs, you have to get to the point. I have three girls waiting for me at home. I will have three angry angels after me if I don't deliver their chocolate milk to them soon." I again cut her off. I know it's rude to cut people off but I am not joking about my three girls. They're sweet one minute and will bite your head over chocolate milk the next. I'm not just a girl dad; I'm a girl dad to triple girls. I have to stay on their good side some days or I'll have three, not one, three angry girls after me.
"Oh right! How can I forget about your girls? How are Avery, Oakleigh, and Sydney?" She asks.
"Pheebs." I give her a pointed look.
"Oh right. Look, what I said that day shouldn't have came out my mouth. As soon as the words left my mouth; I immediately wanted to scoop them back into my mouth. Even though I was having a rough day. I shouldn't have said what I said. I shouldn't have taken it out on you. Just because my brother's death anniversary was that day; I shouldn't have done what I did. For that I am truly sorry." She says. As soon as the last word was out her mouth; she turned on her heels and sprinted away like I was the Devil. I sit in my truck seat and blink several times. She didn't even let me speak. Is that how she felt every time I walked away from her? She just took off like a bat out of hell heading toward the yonder over there. Jimity crickets man, how can she just do that?
Seriously!
As I make my way back home; my mind drifts back to Phoebe and her explanation.
Why does this girl plague my thoughts for?
I feel like Scooby Doo and the gang solving a mystery. Yet, this mystery I still haven't solved.
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