to the moon. /m.c./

t h i r t y n i n e

I missed Michael. More than I'd like to admit. But I wasn't suffering.

I sat at the coffeeshop with Joy, gushing about Michael. She listened to me for nearly twenty minutes, then held up her hand. "Josie. As much as I adore you, you need to just shut the hell up for a couple minutes."

"It's not my fault I miss Michael, Joy. You wouldn't understand, you didn't go through what I went through."

She sighed and fixed her hair. "You're right, Josie. I didn't. But I do have a boyfriend, and I could have been in his bed right now."

I scrunched my nose. "That's disgusting, Joy. Don't talk like that."

"Sorry," she said, grabbing a packet of sugar to play with. "Not my fault I have a love life."

I laughed. "I missed hanging out with you, Joy."

She smiled and nodded. "I missed hanging out with you too, Jos. Hey--wanna surprise Michael?"

I nodded. "Yeah!"

And within an hour, my hair was covered in hair dye. "Think he's going to like it?"

Joy smiled. "He's gonna think you're so hot, Josie. Get ready for some serious--"

"You don't have to finish your sentence, Joy. I get what you mean."

Her phone buzzed and she brought me over to the shower, immediately rinsing my hair out until the water was clear. 

"Holy shit," she said, looking at me.

"Do I look bad? What's happening?" I turned around to see myself in the mirror.

"You look so good," she said, staring at me. "You owe me big time, kiddo."