As I entered my car I let the top down. It had only slightly sprinkled and since the storm clouds had drifted away, why not? A convertible's no use if you don't use it the right way.
As I let the wind take my hair, hoping it would look like in the movies when the heroine smiles and laughs as the wind blows her hair. Well newsflash, this is reality. And trust me, reality sets you up for false hope.
Right as I let the top down my hair blew everywhere, flying to random places. I quickly pulled the top back on and literally, it was just my luck when I came to a stop sign. I quickly made my hair look as normal as it would go and did a quick once over in the mirror. Well hey, at least I didn't resemble a bear anymore.
A honk behind me broke me out of my reverie as I turned on the radio. A song had just ended and the useless commercials started. I mentally groaned and switched the channel. Why the heck were commercials even made, huh? They're a waste of every bodies time and not to mention just plain useless.
I was once again broken out of commercial-wastefulness-thoughts when one of my favorite songs came on. I could still recognize it after all these years.
I mouthed along and with enthusiasm I suppose, since I got a few odd looks from drivers close by. Well, they should just wait until the girls part comes. Then I'll show you what odd is. Right when I heard the intro into the girls part of the song I may have squealed a little, earning more stares and weird looks from passing drivers, maybe, maybe not.
No reason to judge. This song just brings back me to the times when everything was quite, let's just say, balanced in my life.
"One, two, three, four."
"Don't leave me tongue tied, let's stay up all night."
"I'll get real high, slumber party, pillow fight."
Don't worry I don't plan on actually getting high.
"My eyes and your eyes, like Peter Pan up in the sky."
"My bestfriends house tonight, let's the bump the beats till beddy-bye."
The chorus came back on and I smiled to myself subconsciously. Oddly, I'm feeling more like a seventeen year old as the day goes on.
"That my friends was Tongue Tied by Group Love! Stay tuned for our two-hour-no-commercial marathon coming up!" The announcer on the radio spoke.
Ah, now that's what I'm talking about.
**
I enter the my penthouse and instantly run to my room. Well, well, well. Would you look at that? I called it my penthouse. Maybe I'm finally warming up to this place.
I drop my bag to the ground and let out a big sigh before falling down onto the bed easily slipping off my black flats to get in a little rest before I have to get ready for tonight. But my phone thought differently.
I didn't even bother to check the Caller-ID, "Hello?"
"Hi, Dawn? Do I have the right number?" A familiar voice spoke through the phone.
"Depends." I drawled. "This is?"
"Jesus." The woman on the other line muttered and sighed.
"Jesus?" I repeated completely dumbfounded.
She inhaled sharply before lightly chuckling and replying, "No doll, if I can say. I'm quite upset that you don't recognize me."
I tapped my fingers on the wood dresser thinking as to who this could be. All my friends are here, most of my family (that I talk to anyways) is here. But doll is an odd nicknames unless you're:
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