Two broken souls in the midst of a crazy world. Two souls running away from their past. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. The tunnel was cracking, slowly closing in.
When these two connect, as if they were set on the same path, light cre...
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"What did you say next, cmon V i know you're leaving details out! Don't blue ball me right now!" Parker whines through the phone as I do my skincare. When Val isn't around, Parker is the next best thing. "I'm not blue balling you Parker, plus, I know Daminas listening." His laugh came through the phone, and my hypothesis was correct. He's the worst ease dropper.
"So...what are you two doing? Just ignoring each other in the kitchen? Y'know hate sex is-" I stop him from finishing his sentence, "Shut the fuck up, Parker. I regret calling you. Anyways, I've been in my room for over a day, I have no clue what he's up to, nor do I care." Lie. All I've done is peek out the window to see if his car has come back, it still hasn't.
"You're such a loser, V. I thought you were a party girl, go out, but Facetime me first so I can help pick your outfit." Like I've said, he's the next best thing, no matter what for. "You just want to see my ass, creep." He didn't deny it, in fact, he laughed instead. "Sue me for appreciating a beautiful woman." I close the lid on my moisturizer as he talks, pulling my hair out of the towel to semi-air dry.
"You'll be okay, Vivian. We're coming down tomorrow, I'll be your buffer, I can't say the same for Parker." I've grown to really like Damian, he is my next matchmaking mission. I'll do it this trip, I know I will. "We can share the master, just you and me." Parker lets out a loud gasp, "Me three! I don't mind third wheeling." Of course, he doesn't, he'll try to have a threesome."You're sleeping on the couch, perv. Actually, you can share the room if you sleep on the balcony." He probably would if it wasn't dead winter.
"So are you going out? I need to have my ringer on to hear all about it, or hopefully, get a drunk Vivian call." That's my fatal flaw. The second an ounce of alcohol hits my system, I somehow call everyone I know. "I'm blocking you 'til tomorrow, asshole." I flop down on my stomach, stretching myself out on the bed. "We've got to go, Vivian. Parker has been procrastinating packing, I'll call you before our flight tomorrow." I said bye to both of them before hanging up, tossing my phone across the bed.
I'm so bored. I'm never bored in my dorm, whether Val is there or not. I love my space, being here makes me feel restless. In my room, there's no Adonis ten feet away. These undecorated, bland walls are killing me. The silence is killing me, I'm definitely going out. I don't know where, and I will definitely freeze, but I need to get out of this house.
It's not too early, although, happy hour is over, but that's okay. I push myself up off the bed, waking my way over to the warm bathroom. I plug in the blow dryer, starting the painfully long process of drying my hair. Maybe I'm just doing it wrong, but it takes way too much time out of my day. Curling it on top of that is an arm workout alone.
I finish curling the final strand in the front of my face in just under two hours. Yet, I haven't started my makeup yet. My skin is as dry as the goddamn sahera desert, so I don't think much makeup will help. I speed run the makeup, and it came out half-decent, which is good enough for me tonight.
