One in the Same

Ch 3: Danielle/Sylvia

Just like I had told Jake I would, it happened. After months of waiting, and thousands of damn documents to send and or sign, my name was legally changed. And everything after this moment forward, was anew.

    Sylvia Moone.

    I always like the name, and it stuck with me when we were little. When sisters and I were younger, and we would play dress up, I always used the name Syliva. It rolled off the tongue nicely, it sounded unique.

    "Well I'll be damned." Jake teased, holding my new license in his hands. His eyeballs were like ping pong balls, bouncing back and forth between my old one and new, the back to me, I rolled my eyes. "You got hot as fuck, girl."

    I blushed, which caused Jake to tease me more. Wolf whistles and all. Sure I lost some pounds in jail, so my figure showed a bit nicer. I still had some chub in places, but places I didn't mind. Places that I have grown to love over the years. I was in my beginning 30's, there wasn't any point in wallowing over my cellulite. Just embrace it. I decided to go to the salon and get my hair done earlier before getting my license picture taken. Roots a deep blue ombre fading into black, keeping my features bold, yet sexy.

A week or so ago, I forced myself to stop with the impulse decisions. Within those decisions, I got my nose re-pierced, my tongue as well, and a few tattoos dotted my skin. One in the middle of my breasts since there was a gap small enough for a cute sentimental Lathyrus Odoratus, a dragon going down the middle of my back, the tail peaking at the end of my bra line. The parlor saw me so frequently they almost wanted me to work there. I declined, my artistic hand was not up to code with their attention to detail.

Finally, a thigh piece I still had to get some shading done in, and all within a span of three years, I maintained it.

    "I always have been. I age like fine wine, remember?" I winked, plucking the plastic from him and tossing it into my wallet. "I cut out the past and permanently made my mark with the present and future with everything I did."

    Jake low whistles, "Damn since when were you a poet? That was so fucking beautiful, babe."

    I snorted, "It's not wrong. Anyway, we have one more stop to make." I declared flicking on my left blinker, swerving when I had the chance. "I need to hit the grocery store real quick and get some things."

    "Yeah because you don't have stoner snacks." Jake teased. I rolled my eyes.

    "That, and there's no shit in the apartment. I'm getting tired of fast food. We've eaten it for a week straight."

    "Yeah because you always want it." Jake taunted back.

    I gasped steering my car into the parking lot. "Firstly, I was locked up-"

    "Bitch, that joke got old three years ago. Give it up."

    True, yet we both laughed about it.

    It wasn't wrong, and yet it was never a bad thing. I haven't eaten all the food we've had in so long, I wanted to try a little bit of everything first before it got tiresome. Pretty soon, I did get tired of everything. Real fast. McDonald's, Burger King, Wendys and Taco Bell can hold you over for so long, till you can't take it anymore.

    Pulling into the parking lot, doors were locked as I clicked the auto lock button on my key fob. Snagging a cart, Jake made a beeline for skin care, while I made my way to the cereal, and grabbed two family size boxes. Baking needs, dairy, sweet treats and beverages loaded the cart, my eyes were a lot bigger than my stomach. The cupboards and fridge were bare. They needed attention, like I needed myself.