Curly Headed Cutie (Rewrite)

Chp. 3: F.M.L.

I lay in bed, gazing up at the ceiling as I find myself rethinking everything that happened tonight. I pull my blankets over me, falling into deep thought, "God, that's so embarrassing..."

I wish Mom were here...

I'd tell her everything...

I usually did...

Now...

I look to my right and spot a photo of her sitting on my nightstand.

I grab it and stare at it for a brief second before saying, "You know, Mom...we both know I'm a crazy person. A crazy, clumsy one at that, so...I guess what I'm trying to say is...how do you think I should've handled this situation?? Maybe by not running away, that's a start...or maybe by not screaming then running away like a maniac..."

I stare at the photo some more, gently tracing around her hair and face. I continue to stare, lost I thought as my music continues playing.

My heart is yours~

It's you that I hold on to~

Yeah that's what I'll do~

And I know, I was wrong~

But I won't let you down~

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, I will, yes, I will~

"I feel like I don't have anyone to talk to anymore..." I mumble, feeling sad suddenly, "I mean...I could talk to you about anything and I could do that with anyone technically, but...it was different with you..."

Yeah I saw sparks~

And I saw sparks~

I don't think this music is helping...

I bring her photo to my chest, falling silent now. I close my eyes, feeling tears forming in them. "I miss you...but you're not here anymore...so...Let's just hope things don't get too crazy from here on out..."

Saturday, 1:45 PM...

"You think I should buy Rocky Road?" A Customer asks, showing me her menu.

I shrug, awkwardly, "Um...depends. Do you like Rocky Road?"

"I don't know." She states, flatly, her long brown hair sliding down her shoulders, "That's why I asked."

I stare at her, feeling slightly more awkward, "Oh, um...so you've never had Rocky Road?"

"No."

"Do you wanna try Rocky Road?"

"No. Not really."

Then why...

"Then no, you shouldn't buy it," I reply, nodding slowly, brows furrowed.

Sometimes, I question why I put up with people and their strange thinking...

Hell, even I question my own thinking.

A little too much if I were being honest...

"Okay!" She says, smiling warmly. She then stares at her menu thoughtfully, and I sigh.

The Desserts & Ice Cream Parlor

Aka, my job. I work as a cashier instead of in the kitchen which hurts my pride a lot. I love baking with a passion, and though it's just a hobby, I could turn it into a career one day.

Who knows.

However, as much as I would love to work back there, my manager doesn't particularly like me for whatever reason. She's around my age and hates my guts.