My mother finished her plate and I grabbed it. I cleaned up the table and washed the dishes as she headed toward the front door. I headed to the front door behind her. I open the door standing behind the door so no one saw my semi naked body. My mother turned to me and smiled.
"You're precious to me too Nicole." I looked at her and smiled slightly.
"I know, but I'm not Natasha." she put her head down and then looked up and kissed my forhead. She walked out the door frame and I closed the door. I heard 'Bad Girl' start to play on my phone by Madonna and I felt it apply to my life.
"In my heart I know we've come apart and I don't know where to start. What can I do? I don't want to feel blue. Bad girl drunk by six, kissing someone else's lips, smoked too many cigarettes today I'm not happy when I act this way..."
I turned off the kitchen light, grabbed my phone, and went to my room. I put it on the charger. I went to the restroom and brushed my teeth. I put my hair into a messy bun. I walked through the halls to the living room and picked up my dirty clothes.
I checked the pockets to make sure nothing is in them. I get to my last pocket and I grab the napkin. I pull it out and see Geoffrey's number. I put the dirty clothes in the hamper in the bathroom and go back to my room.
I lay down on my bed and stare at the number. I put it on my side table and put my hand on my forehead. My God this boy was so bold. He just slipped the napkin next to my hand and had the nerve to smile back at me once I saw him. I smiled to myself slightly and I felt myself giggle like I was a teenage girl.
I grabbed a cigarette and I lit it. I inhaled and then exhaled. I won't call him, I won't give him the satisfaction that I'm even into him. I won't do it, he's probably a liar or a cheat. My God Nicole you're thinking far ahead. What if he just wants to be friends? I mean he's so.... and those eyes they're so mesmerising. I wonder what he sounds like.
I'm sitting here thinking about Geoffrey and I'm pretty sure he's not thinking about me. Well, Nicole you'll never know unless you call. I won't call because then he'll know he got to me.
I mean I won't lie the man was absolutely gorgeous. Somewhere deep down I want to know him. Somewhere deep down I want call him. The way he was commanding without saying anything. The look he gave as he left, that's all I could think about.
I close my eyes and try to go to sleep, but my mind is wandering. Why? This isn't the right time for him to show up. I check the time and it's 11:00pm. I roll my eyes and roll back over to look at my side table. I grab the napkin and then I grab my phone. I wait a sec before punching it in. I hear it ring... Ring... Ring... He's not going to answer.
"Hello." I hear a deep male husky voice say. I fell speechless and laughed for a second.
"Hi Geoffrey..." I scratched my head feeling stupid.
"I'm the girl you gave your number too today at the bar." A swift silence came and then left.
"I was hoping you would call." I heard him chuckle a little and I smiled. His voice was nice and in a way extremely soothing.
"Why give your number to me? Why not a girl who looked interested in you?" I hear another chuckle and I turn on to my back looking up at the ceiling.
"You have a lot more to say." I knitted my eyebrows in confusion. I shifted my shoulders.
"What do you mean?" I tapped my finger on my stomach. I waited and I heard him take a breath.
"Well you were reading a book called 'Woman' which I'm sure is about women and all the greatness they contain. You smoke which lets me know you're very stressed often. Your posture was screaming 'I'm a lady, but a wild woman lives inside of me.' I say that because your legs were crossed, but your upper body was kind of slouched." I stared at the ceiling in utter shock. Wow, he did not just figure that out all by watching me.
"Ummm.... I'm a little stressed. That's what working at an ad agency and having a mother like mine brings to you. The wild woman used to be me, but not anymore," I turned on to my side. Realizing he was right. A wild woman does live inside of me, but it'd be wrong to take ten steps back. There was a moment of silence over the phone.
"So what do you do Geoffrey?" The silence was giving me too much time to think. I couldn't do it.
"I'm an artist." Awwwn Thats cool. I always wanted to be an artist, but my mother told me no money would be coming in. In a way she kind of killed the dream for me.
"You make any money doing that?" I heard him chuckle. I mean I don't know what was so funny. It was a general question. It was an appropriate question.
"Money isn't what life is about, but yes I do by selling my art to rich people." I nodded my head and smiled a little.
"I didn't think money was what life was about until I grew up." I heard him sigh a little.
"I'm grown, but I'm not possessed by money." I sat up a little and knitted my eyebrows. He just caught my attention.
"And I am?" I crossed my arms and legs. I heard a little shuffling before a breath.
"Yes or at least that's how you sound with the comment you just made. Life has never been about money. That's what society wants you think and that's how we get whatever we want. It's what we think money equals a good life, but just because to live good is to have money doesn't mean we're living happy." I rolled my eyes and sucked my teeth a little.
"Don't give me that philosopher bullshit alright." I lay back down on my back.
"You know I make sense that's why you say that, but may I ask your name?" I smirk a little and turn on my side again.
"Nicole."
"Well Nicole I would like to meet with you sometime. How about tomorrow, since it is Saturday, at 7pm?" I smiled and bit down on the tip of my nail.
"Sure." I heard more shuffling and laughed a little.
"Good and nothing too fancy it's a friend of mine who's art show opens that night." I nod my head. Then I realize he can't see me.
"Yes of course." I smile to myself.
"I'll pick you up and you can text me the address and Nicole?" I knit my eyebrows.
"Yes?" a little more shuffling.
"Goodnight." I could tell he was smiling. I smiled a little.
"Goodnight." we hung up the phone and I put it back on the charger. These Iphones lose battery like nothing. I layed back on my side, closed my eyes, and I started to drift to sleep.
