We all gathered around the dining room table at my parents house. My mom, dad, sister and her fiancé. Sunday dinner how nice. My father at the head of the table my mother across from him.
"So daddy I was thinking you and mom could walk me down the aisle." I see him nod as he eats on his chicken.
"That's a beautiful Idea Natasha." my father said and Natasha smiles. Her fiancé kisses her cheek.
"So Nicole you're next to get married." I laughed at Brett, my sisters fiancé. I shook my head.
"Nicole she doesn't like the whole marriage thing." I nodded my head and smiled at my dad. I see my mother roll her eyes.
"But why not Nicole? It's a beautiful thing." I look at my mother and sigh.
"Yes, it's a beautiful thing, but it seems like no ones true colors like to come out until the marriage." my mother raised her hands and sat back in the chair.
Natasha began to laugh. She shakes her head and looks at me.
"You just can never please mom can you?" I heard her say in venomous tone. Compose yourself Nicole compose yourself.
A few moments of silence goes by until Natasha opens her lips again.
"Nicole how was your date last night?" I looked up at her and smirked a little at the thought of Geoffrey.
"Wasn't really a date, but it was great. A friend of his had an art opening. He also discussed his art. It was a great night." my mother nodded her head and shrugged. Natasha did the same.
"So I guess you slept with him on the first date like you usually do when you go out with a man?" I laughed and raised and eyebrow and looked at her.
"SURPRISE NATASHA!!! I didn't aren't you proud of me?" I rolled my eyes does she really think I'm here to please people. I'm here to please myself and i'm barely doing that.
"Thank you for the lovely dinner mother. Papa can you drive me home, please?" He smiled and nodded his head. I got up and put our dishes in the sink and began to wash them.
"You ready Magdalena?" I nodded my head and we head out to his truck. He began to drive out on the road toward my home.
"Magdalena, you have to start standing up for yourself. Say what you want to say. It's not always fair that you hold your tongue and let her walk all over you." I sigh and hold my father's hand. The moon looks so pretty above us. We enter the driveway of my home and we get out the car. We sit on the hood of his car and I lay my head on his shoulder.
"You know why I gave you the name Luna?" I shook my head and he sat me up and I looed at him
"Because you're the light within the darkness. I wanted to make it your first name, but my grandmother on her deathbed made me promise to name you Magdalena and I love that name as well. You also came at a time where a lot of things were bad and you brought the light." I smiled and hugged my dad. He kissed my forehead.
"I love you papa." I hugged him tightly. This is my bestfriend. He has always been my bestfriend.
"I love you too chiquitita. I want to meet your friend bring him over for dinner, promesa?" I'm not sure if Geoffrey and I will do that
"Promesa." I hug my father one last time and I go to my door and unlock it entering my home. I go into my closet and on the top of my shelf I find my painters pad and my palette. I find a bag full of paint bottles. I haven't painted in years.
I go to my living room and out on to the back deck. I sit in one of the chairs. What am I going to paint? What am I going to paint. I haven't painted in years. Maybe I have nothing left in me to paint. Y'know what? Fuck this can't do it. I go inside leaving everything out there on the deck.
I have no artist in me left. I'm no longer an artist. I'm just the boring young assisstant for the rest of my life. I grabbed a cigarette and lit it.
I went into my bathroom and started making myself a bubble bath. I went back to the kitchen and poured my self a glass of wine and I took it back to the bathroom set it on the sink. I got undress. Grabbed my drink and got in.
Yessssss, I need this. All the stress with my sister and mom. This is a great way to relieve all the stress. Also, having no creative juice left in me.
Then my mind wanders to him. I miss him I haven't seen him since I was 6 and my mother was pregnant with Natasha. I was 6 and he was 9. Why am I thinking about him? I haven't talked to him since then. I never mention him or anything. I just cut him out I guess. Wasn't like I was invited into his life really.
He isn't thinking about me. I just know he isn't. I don't understand why my mind wanders to places where I know it doesn't belong. Something inside of me misses him. I take a sip of my wine. I close my eyes and again his green eyes flash into my mind and I open my eyes. What are you trying to tell me subconcious? What? I don't even think I have his number. At least I don't remember I do.
I get up and lift the drain hole to let the water go down. I put a towel around me and grab my drink. I put my cigarette in my mouth again after letting it just sit on the sink. I make my way to my room and sit on the bed. Where does he work? Where does he work? Come on Nicole, you know it. It's somewhere in your brain..... Aha that's where he works.
I grab my phone and dial the number. I hear it ring and after three times of ringing I hear someone pick up.
"Hello."
