The Rainbow Effect

Johns Thoughts- Edited

My eyes creak open, I can feel the crustiness of dried tears sealing my eye lids shut. I blink a few times, rubbing the gunk away so I could see. I soon realize the space in my bed next to me, is empty. I sit up, and look around. My swollen eyes make it around the room, where I finally realize that Brittany is standing in the bathroom, curling her hair. 

"Hey you." I whisper, and I crawl out of bed. Today I decided to wear a pair of light blue skinny jeans, my black and white Converse, and a green V-neck. I pull my hair into a high messy bun, and wash my face. I don't speak much as I put on my makeup for the day.

"You sleep alright?" Brittany questions, still curling her hair.

"Yeah." I mumble.

"You doing okay baby?" She inquires, worry coated in her voice. Something told me it was fake.

"Yeah." I mutter, concentrating on my eyeliner wing more than her questions.

"Okay." She whispers. I apply my highlight to my cheeks, and I put on my favorite nude tone of lipstick. I look over at Brittany, she's in tights, deck shoes, and pink shirt that says 'What Part Of Princess Do You Not Understand?' I internally roll my eyes. 

"Ready?" She asks me.

"Yep. Let's get started." I say, we walk down stairs. Into the garage. I hand Brittany her keys and I get the keys to the mustang and we pull them into the back garage where the Camaro is parked. We close the door to that garage and walk back to the main garage. Where the hell are those damn tables" I mutter, searching for them, I soon find them behind a shelf. I open the boxes, laying out the items that were small enough to be placed on the tables, however the items that are too large to be put onto tables Brittany helps me move them into the drive way. We put little neon stickers on them with the prices.

Then I get out my Neon poster board and write "GARAGE SALE" I put the sign in the yard on two pieces of wood. I make another one and put it at the end of the street, with an arrow pointing in the direction of our house. Within ten minutes, at least 10 people were browsing through my history. I sat there, quietly watching my life being sold away. All the items we had put out for sale, it was all gone within 2 hours. We collected a total of 270 dollars. We folded up the tables, and headed inside with our cash in hand. "I think we should hide this somewhere in the house, and keep adding to it as we go." I say.

"Yeah, okay. But where?" Brittany asks me.

"How about we tape an envelope to the back of that mirror?" I point to the mirror in the living room.

"Yes. Here" She hands me envelope and some tape off the counter. I take down the mirror, tape the envelope to it, and put the money inside. I hang it back up and look at it. No one will find it there. Brittany looks at the clock on the stove. "Want to start un-packing? It's only 11 in the morning." she says.

"Yes. But first let me pee. Can you make me a bagel while I pee?" I ask.

"Sure. Pee, Jasmine. Pee until you can't pee any longer!" Brittany bursts out laughing.

"I shall." I say as I walk to the bathroom. laughing, I sit pull down my jeans, and sit on the toilet. As I pee, I think. You know, some of my deepest thoughts have been on this very John. I wonder to myself how much I really want to be with Brittany. I also start considering how bad of an influence she is to me. I know my mother would be yelling at me right now. My eyes start to swell with tears, but I quickly stand up, blink so that those tears don't fall, and I collect myself, wiping, flushing, and pulling up my jeans. I open the bathroom door with a deep breath, and I walk into the kitchen. My bagel is sitting on the table, with a glass of apple juice. I smile, fake of course, and I walk up stairs. 

I know she isn't going to be my forever, so how much longer will we be together?