Fuck This

Fuck This 3 - Gaby

Gaby sat in her bed looking at her phone, her mom's contact message thread was on the screen. Every Friday (Sunday) at noon she and her mom talked on the phone went to lunch and caught each other up about the events for the week. She liked this ritual a lot, she is very close with her mom and relied on her for a lot of support and this allowed her to still do that, but also still have the freedom to be a young adult. However, she also felt like she couldn't really talk to her mom outside of their weekly call. They almost never had free time at the same time, or rather her mom never had free time. 

Gaby has three younger siblings, a brother in high school, and two sisters—twins—in elementary school still. They took up most of their mom's time with their activities, all in all a pretty active family. Her mom made more time for Gaby before she left for college, but since she graduated high school her mom picked up a part time job at a coffee shop, nothing fancy or high paying, just a little extra cash for the family, and something for her mom to do to get away from the house for a couple hours. She worked Sunday mornings—as well as picked up shifts during the week as she could—got out at noon, so they would meet up and talk then.

Gaby both dreaded and desperately needed this lunch to happen.

Okay, I'm out. Meet you at your place? The message read. Gaby sighed, she didn't reply, she knew her mom would come without a confirmation; this ritual has been going on for long enough. She also knew her mom would bring Gaby a coffee from her work and would bring food from whichever fast-food place she felt like on her way over.

She picked up the living room while she waited. There wasn't much to do, but she threw away the trash from last nights' midnight homework session; cleared off her books, papers, pens, and laptop from the coffee table; and folded up a blanket and put it away. She put a lot of effort into school and getting good grades, her scholarships paid her tuition and used the extra to pay rent. She had a work-study job with the school, but that was mostly just so that she didn't have to rely on her parents too much.

Gaby sighed at the weight of all her supplies in her arms as she carried them to her room, she was good at school and people always told her how she could get a great job one day, but honestly most of the time she felt like she just wanted to marry a rich guy and have the world handed to her. A trophy wife's life sounded fantastic, be adored, go to fancy events, live a life of luxury and all she had to do was be pretty and fake love. She had worked hard enough already.

Her mom knocked on the door, and they greeted each other as she walked in. Gaby's mom passed off the coffee and led the way to the living room to start talking.

"Mom, I need help." Gaby said sullenly.

"Of course, that's what I'm here for," her mom responded.

"No, like it'll probably take up our whole time together. It's about John."

"Oh, I see. Okay, let's get started then."

***

So, the other day I was at John's house with our friends, and Marc decided that we should play hide and seek, of course he meant in the dark, but this time we should take off our clothes, as we get found. Sandra suggested that the last person found get the clothes from the first three, and that the first person found has to find and they don't get the chance to win more clothes. It was smart, I'll give her that. I wasn't sure how I felt about it, but the rest of them seemed really into the idea, which is where it all started. I looked over at John and he and Sandra were like staring at each other. I could tell John was basically already undressing her with his mind.