"You aren't coming up?" I whined to an equally upset Sylvia.
My birthday was in a couple weeks and I had been looking forward to seeing Sylvia and doing what we always did: stayed in, ate ice cream, and watched Disney movies until we crashed.
"I'm really sorry, Char," she counters, sounding as if she was about to cry.
Taking a deep breath I say, "It's okay, but damned if I let you out of Easter." She giggles on the other end and with that, the tension is gone.
After saying our goodbyes, we hung up. Sighing, I lay my phone on the Victorian couch I'd grown to love and headed to the kitchen. What am I going to do for my birthday? I thought to myself as I pour myself some sweet tea, the stuff I lived and breathed.
As I contemplated an answer to my dilemma, I suddenly remembered Ryan. We'd been hanging out a lot recently since he invited me to help decorate his tree before Christmas. So far I gathered he was a townie, much like myself, from the deep South, and he was such a gentleman.
Though I barely knew him, it felt like we'd been friends since elementary school. We just clicked and it was refreshing when we were together. No matter, I couldn't ask him to spend my birthday with me for two reasons: it sounded desperate and pathetic.
I can go clubbing I thought, but immediately dismissed it. I love dancing, but I'm not really about clubbing.
Chewing on my lower lip, deep in thought, I headed back to the couch to find I had a message on my phone from, speaking of the devil, Ryan.
You busy?
Not at the moment. Why, what's up?
You, me, movie night. What do you say?
I say hell yeah! When and I'm bringing the goodies!!!
Tomorrow night at 8. Don't forget the ice cream ;)
Okay, see you then!
Bye.
With that, my day instantly got better.
Believe it or not, but Ryan had become my Sylvia substitute; minus the shopping and boy talks, of course. He made New York seem like more fun than I'd ever had. And Ryan himself wasn't exactly boring either, but he was hard to resist.
I felt like a child with Ryan as the cookie dough. When momma isn't looking, I'll sneak a taste.
Author's Note:
I'm sorry I've been MIA for nearly a month. School just loves to cram a lot of things into so few days. I hope you like this one. Comment and share my story. Thanks loves.
-Charlie
