What Broke Us

Chapter 6

A week has passed since Disneyland; since witnessing the car accident. When I found out the woman was going to live, I was a bit relieved, but the website said she was, and I quote, "going to be okay, but she's going to have a hard time." So whatever that means, I'm glad she's going to be 'okay.' But Garrett, I couldn't stop thinking about him. For some reason, I hoped that he would go on a quest to find me, but he hasn't. It's gotten to the point where every time the phone rings or someone knocks on the door, I have hope that it's him. But let's face it, whenever you get your hopes up, you tend to get let down easily.

Since Charlotte is spending the weekend at some summer camp, I was able to work the whole day. Don't get me wrong, I hate my job, but my boss likes me best when I work most of the day (6 am to midnight.) And when my boss likes me, he let's me perform. Before the accidents with my parents, I wanted to be a performer. Whether it was acting or singing, I wanted to be on stage. And now that Taking care of Charlotte is a full time job, I never really found the time to pursue my dreams.

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"Is that a new jacket?" My co worker, Liza, gasped as I walked into the cafe. I don't have many friends, nor do I have much of a social life, but I guess you can call her one of my best friends. "Not really, I just dug it out of the closet the other day." I smiled as I wrapped my uniform, also known as the ugliest apron in the world, around my waist. And by the other day, I mean last weekend, as in the Friday I met Garrett. "It's cute!" She replied.

"Liza, how many times do I have to tell you to put up your hair? I would find it very unpleasing if I found a hair in my coffee or pastry." My boss, Isaac, demanded. Everyone kind of hated him, but I felt bad for the guy. I mean he looks like he's in his mid 20's, great looks, but he just a bad personality. Liza rolled her eyes, "Tay, do you have a bobby pin or something? My hair does not like to cooperate." I shrugged and checked my pockets. I felt around for a hairpin, but I only felt paper. "The heck is this?" I ask, unfolding the piece of paper. Realizing that it's a ripped part of a disneyland map, took me back to that night, "When you get home check your pocket," he had whispered after we had hugged. I flipped the paper over and there it read:

"Hi Taylor,

Thanks for spending the day with me, it was wonderful.

Maybe we could do it again sometime?

572-9918 Text me for yes, don't for no.

xo,

Garret."

Author's note:

I didn't proofread this because I'm really busy, but did this as best as I could. So sorry if it's messy! And no, that's not Garrett's number:) Feedback is welcomed!