Reminiscing

Her Smile

Candice's POV~

It took me a moment after running out of the ludicrous building to realize that I had no ride.

Like, what the hell was I thinking?

I couldn't speak to Emerald because she was probably head in the clouds ecstatic considering a date with her was worth spending millions of dollars!

I would be lucky if so much as a thought of me crossed her mind at the moment.

Of course, I'd have no such luck.

The night had apparently sucked away all the 'luck' in my possession, because although it was an early, still bustling, eleven pm night —I couldn't spot out at least one cab.

What was it with this night?

I got my date sold away, my date's mother practically kicked me out of the event—not to mention her daughter's life as well— and now I can't even hitch a ride?

Audrey was out of the question considering we hadn't made up yet.

Oh, Audrey...

I had missed her humor during the day. I was so used to spending time with her and listening to all her side comments, that I came to realize just how much I actually depended on her to bring my mood up. My day had seemed dull without her. I was honestly surprised that she hasn't called me yet. I'm to blame for our discussion but I thought maybe she'd send a text.

Could she possibly not care about me?

I shook these silly thoughts out of my head as I fished my phone out of my clutch wallet.

Might as well look for some alternatives.

As I searched through my contact's name's, I shivered. It was a cold night and I regretted not bringing a sweater.

Too late now... I thought just when my eyes skimmed over a name I hadn't dialed in a very, very long time.

Nancy.

My heart practically leaped out of my chest.

Why was it that the mere thought of her caused an overwhelming amount of emotions to overtake me?

I was nervous.

I knew her story. I finally saw things from her perspective and realized why she had distanced herself away from me.

Oh Nancy, what have you done to the walls I spent so much time building up?

I wanted to laugh at the stupidity of everything.

I wanted to scream in frustration because Emerald and I were so different.

I wanted to cry because I missed Nancy, my high school sweetheart.

I wanted to pull my hair out because the not knowing what to do was killing me and I knew I'd end up hurting one of the two women I had gotten involved with.

I briefly scanned my surroundings again, desperately hoping to catch sight of a deambulatory taxi. Or anything that would guarantee me a safe ride home without having to call Nancy.

The valet was busy rearranging the vehicles and traffic was exceptionally moderate tonight. I could hear the faint sound of palms connecting from inside the building and it only multiplied my urges of abandoning this place.

Without giving it a second thought, I dialed Nancy's number.

My heart beat erratically as the nervousness seeped in, completely enveloping me into its traitorous arms. I couldn't help the adrenaline rush that coursed through me with every painstaking ring.