- PTBB #2
"Who the hell are you?"
Valencia Morgan has dedicated two years of her life caring for the guy she's loved. After all, she believes he'll wake up one day and sweep her off her feet.
And wake up, he does. For a moment, she's filled with a...
On the day of the flight, I'm sitting in Catherine's room, chewing on my lip nervously.
"You're going to be fine. You have an entire two weeks to make a decision." Says Catherine. She barely glances from her phone.
"That helps." I say dryly. I glance over at her, irritated at how she wouldn't put down her phone.
"If you keep this up, you're going to end up with prescribed glasses." I say. "And not those Prada ones either. The ones with the big, fat lens and the ugly frame."
I should have probably bought her those for Christmas.
She looks up at me, blinks, then goes back to her phone. "When the time comes." She murmurs.
I can't spend a moment longer worrying about her, though, because I've got my own things to deal with.
Our flight is at one in the morning, which means I'm meeting Dani and Gabi at the airport around 11-ish. I'm worried about him travelling - but the doctor ensured that it would be alright, and Dani himself wasn't worried.
Two days after Christmas, Dani begrudgingly calls the doctor.
"Nope... ahaan... where would I get that from?!...okay, I see. Bye, doc."
And that's basically how they're conversation went.
He had explained to me that nothing would wrong, even planning to take his medicine on time.
Which left one thing on my mind. New York. Did I want to stay there, or come back?
I sigh and take out a piece of paper, making a quick list of pros and cons.
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I cross the 4th point off of both lists, not sure of what to make of it.
"Aren't you supposed to be leaving?" She asks.
"If you're so eager to get rid of me--"
She points to the clock. "Ten thirty already, Cinderella. Get a move on, or you'll miss your flight."
I get up, murmuring something about how I'm not even blonde. I haul my new teal travel bag - easier to spot - to the driveway and place it in the boot of Catherine's car. She arrives two minutes later, a swipe of lipstick applied perfectly onto her lips.
The drive takes a whole twenty minutes. There's mild traffic, most people are going back home after a day out, but it's not a major issue.
"You'll call, won't you?" She says as she pulls up into an empty slot at the front for drop-offs.
"You say that as if I'm leaving forever."
"But you might be!"
We both get out of the car. I take my bag out of the boot, and she wraps her arms around me in a hug. "We've grown so close." She murmurs, wiping a fake tear.
