I woke up startled when my alarm started playing "American Idiot". It's 8:00 a.m. Damn, here we go again. I don't try to reach for my phone until the song gets halfway through and at that point, a pillow hits me in the head.
-Good shot, Sam. - I say laughing.
- Turn off the alarm before I throw another one at you - she threatens.
Still laughing, I reach out to grab my phone from the table next to me. I stretch lazily before getting out of bed, ignoring the pain spreading throughout my body after another bad night's sleep. I sigh and grab my work uniform that I left laid out on the desk yesterday. As my hand reaches for the doorknob, I turn around glancing at my best friend who is snoring softly with her mouth ajar. All her blankets are scattered on the floor and her body is in a strange position. I roll my eyes and walk over to her bed.
-For God's sake, woman... I don't know how you can sleep like this. - I whisper as I pick everything up and tuck her in again.
I shuffle into the kitchen, fill the kettle with water and put it on to heat with the stove on minimum. I take a quick shower, change and while brushing my teeth, I look at the image I see in the mirror. I sigh because I know I'm not happy with what I see. Maybe I never will be. I mean, I don't think my brown eyes aren't pretty and my hair and I are best friends, on its good days. I wish I had Sam's trademark confidence, no one makes her feel less and it shows as soon as you meet her, she's always laughing and makes a lot of friends wherever we go.
I finish spitting out my daily low self-esteem, gather my straight hair into a messy bun and leave the bathroom. I turn off the boiling water, make myself a smoothie coffee and cheese toast. As usual, I cut my sandwich into four pieces.
Twenty minutes later, Sam walks into the kitchen with her pajamas on and her "just woke up" hair.
- What time is it? - she asks, her voice a little hoarse. She grabs a cup from the shelf and turns around looking at me with a smile.
- Half past eight. And yes, I'll make you coffee. - I answer rolling my eyes as I pick up my things.
I see her drumming his fingers on the table and giving me sidelong glances. Before I can ask her what's wrong, she blurts out: -So.... Did he call you or what?
- No. He didn't call me or answer my messages. - I say without looking at her as I finish my sandwich.
- What an idiot! Agh, I swear, if I pass him on the street, he's going to regret it! - she threatens angrily.
- Leave it , I don't even know why I'm surprised. It's been months since he made it all clear to me. He's not going to call me now. - I say quietly as unruly tears escape my eyes and I quickly wipe them away. I hate crying.
- Hey, take it easy... - she whispers and hugs me when I put her coffee down in front of her. - You deserve better. It's his loss.
- Yes, I know.
- Look on the bright side... now you are definitely available. Oh, how many men are going to want to eat this candy! - Sam jokes, making me laugh.
- Uffff yes, a lot! - I shake my head and frown. I don't want to talk about him. I don't want to talk about any men, in fact. I play with my nose piercing as I try to evade the subject. - For now, I'm going to stay away from the male sex. It's for trouble.
- As you wish. - she says, grabbing her cup and taking a sip. - But remember that, unfortunately, men are a bad necessary.
- Yes, if you say so. - I answer, rolling my eyes. I look at the time on my phone and I grab my bag before greeting Sam with a kiss on the cheek and a short hug. - Bye Barbie, I'm running late.
- Yeah, see you later. - she says a little sadly, like every time we part. Even though we live together, when we move away it's like we're missing something. Always.
Just as I'm about to close the door completely, I hear her yell at me: - Oh and when a super hot guy falls in love with you for following my advice, you're going to thank me!
I keep laughing at Sam's witticisms as I walk the five blocks to work. I push open the glass doors, see my boss Joe typing on his computer.
- Good morning. - he greets me smiling, as he does every morning.
I nod in response and drop my stuff in my locker. I pass some of my workmates as I enter one of my favorite places in all of California: Gravity.
It's paradise for all lovers of trampolines and fun. Despite the screaming that gives me headaches every day, I love this place. The smiles of the children bring back old memories of innocence, where everything was simpler, where the only thing that hurt were the scraped knees when falling off the bike. There was no such thing as broken hearts or the stupid love. The vibrant colors of the trampolines and walls transport my mind to another world, making everything seem more attractive.
Two hours later, the word "attractive" in all its glory enters through the glass doors, laughing out loud.
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