"Ellie, baby, you're harassing that pen." I hear my best friend over the harsh clicking of the pen I've been making while also chewing the life out of it. I made a sad face, my mouth upside down, as I stared with googly eyes at my dear.
"Ginni," I whined the 'I' out, pouting with the pen and notebook in hand. Dear isn't the most affectionate kind of person, but before mentally preparing herself, she stepped back a bit from the spot she was sitting, with the notebook and pen still in hand, I opened my arms wide happily. Ginni stared at me just before her steps aced faster towards me, running before jumping in midair and crushing right onto my chest, I felt the air gush out.
"You'll kill me first before I find my one-night stand." I felt my soul escaping, but that bitch sure ain't going nowhere, blinking a few times, I catch my breath before hugging the squeeze out of Ginni, I just happen to be weaker than her, and now she's laughing her ass out of the hug.
"Why are you so into finding Cinderella? Did he plant a baby in you?" She smirked, knowing me.
"I already checked when I went to the drugstore....in such humiliating form, thank goodness for that fine lady." I drifted off, the entire day passing by that afternoon, it's been two weeks since then, and I wonder if he thinks of the soft skin that hugged his veiny dick.
"It came back positive." Ginni just looked blankly at the ceiling, damn it.
"I took another two, and it came out negative." I slump my head onto her chest and whine out my neck dry; she petted my hair before pulling it, making me whine louder.
"Why are you drooling in pain?" She laughed, poking a finger deep in my cheek and just leaving it there until it hurt and I had to slap it away.
"You know, he looked so bored that evening," my lashes flattered as the evening passed by memory. I rubbed my head on Ginni's chest and groaned when she pushed me onto the floor, my body hitting an area that hurts too much. I just laid on the floor, cuddling my head, one of my leg raised close to my chest; so I'm curled into a ball with one leg.
"Randomly a video on social media came up, just perfect timing, someone was making some signs with their hand....like this." I raised my arm, from lying on the floor, for her to see, that lazy dear probably just side-eyed my aching, trembling hand.
The hand, on the video, all spread out like a sea star, the top all bedded together with the thumb resting on the palm as the remaining fingers blanketed the thumb. I kept blanket-ing the thumb until Ginni threw a pillow at my hand, too lazy for words it seems.
"I get it, stop now you're giving me a headache." I snickered. "The meaning meant to sign "help me," it was a non-verbal communication way of asking for help." I grabbed the pillow she had thrown at me and rested my head on it, pushing my face into it afterward. Ginni was quiet. Did she fall asleep?
"I'm not asleep. Stupid." I can feel her smiling even though I can't see it nor actually feel it. I groan into the pillow feeling the anticipation to throw something at her, lucky beauty. My room isn't a mess today, I deep cleaned it from anger that baby daddy left for real. Sigh, I'll call him Baby Daddy even though his baby died in my stomach by a false outcome on the pregnancy test kit after the first try.
I hear Ginni move around the bed, when I looked up from smashing my face in the pillow to see GInni's head upside down dipped low at the end of the bed, right in my face. I was startled, I thought I was going to hell first, again. "Goodness! You can't crash my soul like that, fuck! See! My radiating soul is escaping." I cried at the invisible vapor from nowhere, grasping for it just for Ginni to crush it, I dramatically fell onto the floor once again but hitting the bed leg. Cuddling myself in a baby position, I cried the pain off.
Ginni, sliding her face out of the bed even lower-er just to pat me, co-ing me. Now's the time for me to pretend to cry but before the thought even slipped she smacked me where it hurt. "Don't think I don't know that you'll fake it." I grab onto my head, whining. "You didn't even let the thought slip." She just smirked.
I should work out at some point. I'm so exhausted just from the whines and cries. "You witch, stop reading my mind." I get up and look at her from a different location. I was getting naked to fashion walk into the bathroom and take a good hot shower when she said I needed to workout, the same time I was thinking about it. That creepingly feeling didn't last when she started to run first, sliding into the door, past me, with a pang for hitting her head somewhere but still managing to lock the door.
"GINNI!" And now I'm getting ignored. That beautiful bitch. Just then after cursing her, I remembered something. "GINNI! No more guys over, if you want a good fuck just seduce him to his place. If it's dirty then you know better to stay over...unless he has a large dick." I whisper the last to myself, just then something fell from the bathroom and it sounded like a tornado exploded.
Ginni soothed my worries before I went off again.
"It's fine, but stop with those worries. Unless you'll sing me an opera I don't want you ruining my bath time." I tch-ed for worrying about nothing and purposely gave her a "good" opera just for her to chase me out with a shampoo bottle, both of us naked, running around the small apartment.
"Just you wait!" But before she could get her hands on me I reminded her of her precious bath running cold so she ran off instead. Ha! Goodness, now I'm cold. I went under the covers.
I can't rest or feel at ease. The receipt is on the table I left on, his name engraved in my head. Nonsense, this is all nonsense. I sat up to get my notebook and pen from where it had flew, it was annoying having to get up and look for the pen but I'm back to where I was.
I didn't have any ideas to write into the notebook, but now I know a few ingredient that will be needed for this new custom made cake.
A little fact: I've graduated with honors, didn't enjoy the major I picked so I went back for business and built my own pastry coffee shop. It's all fun and games; eating, chatters, and making pastries with others. My café has a 'make your own pastry' kitchen for customers if they know what they want and want to make it themselves or they're interested, for whatever reason, but if they don't want none of that they can also request something to be made for them, with personal preferences.
"Just the things I needed."
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What Have I Gotten Myself Into?
RomanceA man was fulfilled with being single. He had everything, and his son filled up the rest of his heart. Someone intrudes him, welcomes a new kind of loud silence to his world, and wins his son's heart. Will he do what's best for his son or escape upc...
