"So how was your weekend?" Kassy asked rising her eyebrows.
We sat in the middle of the crouded, dingy, stinky cafateria. Samwiched in the middle of one of the long rectangler tables. Sourding us were your friends too preoccupied by their conversasoins that they weren't able to here our, soon to be, very interresting conversion.
"Well.." I began picking at the mystery meat and soggy salid that sat on my stirofome tray. I dropped my fork and pushed the terrible food away from me in descuss.
I thought about everything that happeded over the 3 day weeked we had.
"Well...I blaeched my hair, then Sam kissed me on actident, then we went shopping for his trappy girlfrend, next we kissed before he had to leave." I couldn't look her in the face as I mumled what had happed from Friday to Sunday. For once, in the 12 years that I have known Kassy, she was apsolutty speachless.
"O! M! G! WHAT HAPPEDNED NEXT!!!!!!!" Kassy screamed over the noise of the cafiteria.
MONDAY AT 2:00 IN THE MORING:
I woak up to the sound of glass hiting hard tile floor, folowed by some cuse words. 'Who the hell is that at, fill in the bank, in the moring?' Was the first thought that crossed my mind. I fluttered my eyes open and looked at the clock that sat on the self above the flat screen. It read 2:17 a.m.!!
'OMG!! I 'm still in Sam's house!!!' Fuge I must have fallen asleep wail watching New Moon. 'But who could that be in the kitchion?' I always think the worst, and right then the worst thing could have been a rubber, or a kidnapper, or even Riley. Ether way I was going to need some back up.
I looked around for anything I could use as a weapon. An autographed baseball bat hung over the window on the wall to the left of the TV. 'To high' I thought and moved on. I could use the pillow that I'm reasting on, it is hard enough. Or maybe the metal boal that Sarah used for popcorn last night.
I steached my arm out and grabed the boal from the coffee table in front of me. I carfully sat up with the boal in hand, took a deap breath, then turned to see who dared to break into the house.
It was Sam! Who, doesn't need to break into his own house, but was just being well... Sam.
He was knelling next to the island in the middle of the kitchion. In front off him sat a pile of broken glass and spilt soda.
I walked over and helped him clean it up. It was very awkward, every time I tried to bring up the kiss (or kisses) he would start to talk about the "oh so wonderful" anniversary party that Riely through for them.
Once everything was clean Sam walked me home, I continued to talk about the kiss but he just looked away. When we were at my door he turned to me and said,"I think that it would be best if we forget what happened. I really didn't mean to kiss you, and I'm sure it would be easier just to forget everything. I love Riely...so...bye. See you later."
I stood on my welcome mat speechless, watching my true love walk down the porch steps leaving me, forgotten. Loss tears slipped down my cheek. I quickly wipped them away, not wantting my veiw to be bleary as I watched Sam enter his house.
The chilling fall brease didn't bother me as I slopped into a pile on the floor. Tears stemed endlessly down my cheek testing my waterproof mascara. I coould already hear Riely's voice rattly my brain as she tants me how she got Sam and I never will.
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"Oh, there you are dear. Why are you asleep on the porch?" My mom's voice brock through my dreamless sleep. I opened my eyes to see my mom's cute open toed stiletos.
"What day is it?" my queston may sound stupid but after crying your-self to sleep on a very dirty porch nothing seams stupid anymore.
"It's Monday silly," my mom seamed very calm as she helped me up, but I geuss it's best to find your teenage daughter asleep on the porch then in some weid boy's bed.
"Thanks mom I think I'll go in and...shower," seeing that my clothes looked like I was traped in a sand storm I couldn't inmagen what my hair looked like.
Once inside I tip toed through my "strait out of magazine" decorated entance. I walked as quitly as posable up the aceding staircas, pasing pictures of Liz and I through the years.
My goal was to reach my room so I can, first take a shower, then mop around and call Kassy. Ofcourse that can't happen if Liz say me because she would make this a big deal and bring it up about everyday for as long as I live. So I contined to tiptoe, because I don't want to be 83 and have her call me reminding me of this day.
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After 3 showers (it really took me that long to get all the bugs, leaves, and dirt out of my hair) I plopped down onto my tween size, perfectly made bed. The water in my long brown\blond hair trickled down my back soaking my oversized highschool sweatshirt.
"HAY EMILY COME DOWNSTAIRS DAD'S ON THE PHONE!!" Liz screached, awaking me from my sad daydream.
I sat up, pulled back my -no longer bleached- hair into a high bun, and sighed. 'Could this day get any worse!!'
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The Stupid Things I Did For Nothing
RomanceEveryone can look back at their life and remember the stupid things the did for love. Those moments were nothing could go wrong or when you tried ANYTHING to make it right.
