We'll Meet Again

Chapter 2

Days passed by as the hands of the clock completed its eternal cycle. I hadn't heard a word from Aria which made me conclude that she wanted nothing to do with me anymore. I don't blame her.

Other afternoon I spent painting my sinners out before the release. Other canvas used by my anger, mistreated by strokes of hatred covered in color. To a person's eyes it was just an abstract expression. To mine, it was a deep and beautiful story. Each brushstroke held a thought I wanted to get rid of. Mother and father used plenty of what used to be a blank space. I never chose the colors; the destiny of art mixed them.

While I was washing my hands just as they did, metaphorically, I heard my phone ringing. Could it be my father? Or my mother? We hadn't spoken in days. I noticed Nicole's name written on my cellphone.

"Mads tell me you are in your house" she said excitedly.

"I am"

"Okay then, open up." She hung up the phone. I loved when she came by without even asking. Most people would see it as rude or as an uneducated glance, but I didn't see it like that. Almost every weekend day we went out, she got ready at my place. Brought her makeup bag, change of clothes and her laid-back vibe. But I didn't feel like going out today. I just wanted to sleep day and night repeatedly.

"Hello girl!" She hugged me almost jumping. Her happiness was almost contagious.

"Hey, I don't know if I'm going out today, but you can still get ready here." I spoke.

"You are going out, stop it with your bullshit. Look what I brought." She pointed at the bottle of vodka peeking out of her bag. I took it and raised my hand.

"You are more than welcome" I opened both my entrance doors.

We spent two hours getting completely ready for Theo Wallace's party. Poured a few glasses with the liquor she brought while doing our hair. It was a little cold outside, so I opted for a black leather jacket. Something I deeply admired about Nicole was her style. She always wore low waist baggy jeans to show her belly button piercing and a short tank top. It would look casual in anybody else, but she made it look stunning without even trying.

I never had a style, just copied parts of everyone else's. I usually wore black tight clothes because they were easier to pull. I liked to show my body but made sure that most of my skin was covered by fabric. My mother had always told me that my face looked better when I wore a ponytail. I never did because it reminded me of her. My hair was always down but tried to volume it up with the hair drier. I affirmed in the mirror how good I looked. Someday I'll believe it.

Everyone has insecurities; some ignore them while others hide them, but nobody really cares to notice. That's something I've learned after numerous times of trying to wear my best. Life is built up by every unreachable kind of stereotypes. When you reach the precious crown of that mountain the only way of scaping its consequences may be falling down.

Nicole and I arrived to the scandalous scene of loud music and flashing lights. The perfect excuse to release my contained soul. The bottle of vodka she had brought suddenly became mine. She was lost in the noisy crowd next to her boyfriend while I was lost in my silent thoughts.

"Madison, glad you could come" I heard Theo from behind.

"Theo hey, I'm glad too"

"Want to dance?" he said blinking from getting blinded by the green and yellow lights pointing at his face. I took his hand and pulled him closer to me.

"I would love to" I whispered in his ear. Everything was happening so fast. Everything was spinning so fast. One minute I was dancing to the rhythm and the other I was cornered by his lips. We were alone in a dark room too concentrated in our touch. I felt how his hands on my waist started tracing up to the straps holding my breast. Did I want this? Did I want him?