Coming Home

It Was Only Just A Dream

When I walked into 'Isle of Capri' all the waitstaff and especially the host gave me odd looks. I glanced down to what I was wearing and realized skinnies and a rather large t-shirt paired with old, ratty Vans slip ons wasn't exactly the dress for this restaurant. I slapped an adoring smile on my face and walked up to the host.

"Hi," I said sweetly, glancing at his name tag, "Perrie. I really need to speak to my brother. He's here with a reservation for two, I believe. Under the name 'Deyvon Cobey'. It's urgent that I speak with him. I really need you to take me to him. Could you do that for me? Please?" I put out my most radian smile and batted my eyelashes a couple times.

The host smiled and nodded, "Of course Madam. Right this way." He took my arm through his and led me towards the back. The lighting was rather dim and yellow, I felt myself several times clutching onto Perrie's arm in fear of tripping or losing him. Every time it just made him smile.

"Here you are madam. Sir? Your sister is here. She said that she had something very important to speak to you about.", Perrie said in a very waiter-esque voice. I nodded at him and stepped towards the table that Deyvon was sitting at. Adjacent to Dev, sat a beautiful, tall, black haired girl. She had a blood red mini dress on to match her blood red lips. Her bright green eyes seemed to almost glow the the dim lights.

She smiled and held out her hand. I shook it and smiled back. "I'm Bianca Weathers. I never know Devybear had a sister! It's so great to meet you! Dev and I are old friends from high school. He called me up and asked me out on a date tonight. Your brother is a total hottie.", she said with a wink and a smile. She was being honest. She had no idea who I was.

"Dev?," I asked through gritted teeth and a fake smile, "Can I talk to you over here please?" I pointed to a vauge, empty area. He nodded and smiled at Biance who smiled and nodded back. I walked over to the back, empty area and glared at him for a few seconds.

I continued to glare, "Your date is extremely pretty." That was all I could say? Several alternatives to what I could say ran through my brain, but I pushed them all aside. "I'll drop your shirts and everything else off tomorrow morning. I know you said you didn't think that it was good for us to be together during your training but I didn't know that meant you wanted us to immediately move on.", I whispered angrily.

"Josie, you know I care about you. I didn't mean for us to move on immediately. Bianca fudged the truth a little bit. She called me and asked me out on a date. I thought you didn't want me anymore, so I accepted because truth be told I'd been a little depressed lately!", he whispered back, quietly pleading with me.

I shook my head. "Like I said, I'll drop off your possessions tomorrow morning. I'll be at your house to see you off because I'd rather not upset your mum. By the way, thank you for telling me that you used me as a cover up." He went to speak and I just held up my hand, and walked away.

On my way out, Perrie stopped me. "I hope that you enjoyed the scenery." He smiled radiantly. I nodded and smiled. It really was a gorgeous restaurant. "Good," he said slipping me a piece of paper, "Because I would like for you to come have dinner with me here sometime."

I laughed sadly and looked at the piece of paper:

"14005554789, Perrie."

I looked up at him and smiled sadly, "I promise to call you. But I don't know when. I just got out of a relationship and I'd like a breather."

He nodded knowingly, "If you ever need to talk, just call me. At any time." He pulled me to him and hugged me gently. "I know that wasn't your brother. I'm sorry about what he did..", he whispered in my ear. I looked up at him, surprised. A genuine smile played across my face and I walked out to my car.

On the drive home, I popped in my brand new 'Adele' CD. I knew that it was cliche' to like what everyone else liked, but Adele had that soulful voice and her songs just hit home. I turned it to 'Turning Tables' and belted it out all along the drive home.

Once home, I gathered all of Deyvon's stuff up and put it in a box. As I came across an item that was his, I would reminisce and then place it in the box. I promised myself that I would spill no tears to him. I usually never break a promise, but when I started going through pictures, I realized I would have to break my promise to myself.

What's wrong with me? I usually never cry. Especially over something so trivial as a boy... As I stressed, I ran my hands through my hair. Running hands through hair. I thought to myself as I added it to my mental list of stressed habits. If I wasn't careful I was going to start losing hair. Whatever. It's better to do that then to fall back into my old, much worse habits. Wasn't it?