Winning Skylinn

72

After Jake left my house Tuesday morning, I went to work at Sunrise. You'll never believe what the girls were playing. Barbies.

Okay, it's not that hard to believe, but get this: they were doing this major breakup scene with the Teresa and Ken dolls.

Molly was playing with Teresa, and Casey was playing with Ken. Another girl, Amari, was playing with Barbie.

"I can't believe you're breaking up with me!" Molly exclaimed, making the Teresa doll's arms move like crazy.

"I'm sorry, Teresa! I just don't like you anymore," Casey said in a deep voice.

"But why?!"

"I like someone else."

"What?! Who?" Molly screeched.

"Barbie! We're meant to be together! It's like peanut butter and jelly. You just can't break that up," Casey drawled.

"But Ken!" Molly fake-sobbed.

That's when Amari came into the picture. "Sorry, Teresa. I know we're best friends, but I really like Ken," she said in a voice that actually sounded a lot like Barbie's.

"That doesn't help!"

"I said I'm sorry, though. Can't you forgive me? All the teachers say you have to," Amari insisted.

"I just can't! Ken is my boyfriend-and now you're stealing him away!" Molly cried dramatically.

"Sorry, ladies, but there's only one of me," Casey interrupted, pretending to smirk.

"Ugh!" Molly made the Teresa doll slap her plastic forehead. "I can't believe you would do this! I'm leaving!" With that, she made Teresa storm off in a huff.

I would've laughed if the scene they played out wasn't so relatable. As if I needed a reminder of Monday's activities.

I'd been home a couple hours now and I couldn't stop thinking about those girls and their Barbies. It was almost identical to my situation, except it would be two boys and one girl. Although, when it came down to it maybe my breakup with Denver wasn't quite that dramatic...

It sure had seemed that way in my head. I replayed the memories of us screaming at each other, trying to get the other to understand where we were coming from. When I thought about it, all I wanted to do was take back everything I'd said. Maybe we were both a little over the top.

I couldn't help wondering what Denver was up to. Had he returned the ring? Moved on, packed his bags, forgotten all about me? Or was he sitting alone in his room, crying until he couldn't breathe because he'd lost the only love he'd ever known? That may seem a little exaggerated, but it's true. Denver had told me more than once in our relationship that I was his first love. And it made sense, because we only started dating when we were fifteen. Not many people know what love is before then.

Anyway, I didn't know what I actually wanted him to feel. Did I want him to be broken hearted like I was? Or did I want him to move on? Either one would be nice. If he was sad, then he might try to get me back. Or at least apologize. And if he had moved on, maybe that meant I was supposed to, too.

Thoughts of Jonny flooded my head at the mention of moving on. Did that mean I already knew I wanted to be with him? Did it mean I had already moved on, that I didn't even want Denver anymore?

I hated thinking like that, but maybe it was true. Maybe I had really moved on, even though it had only been a day.

A text lit up my phone, interrupting my thoughts, and I went to check it. The text was a long one, from Jake.