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You know that feeling when you're hopelessly in love with your best friend's boyfriend? Jewelry store clerk Elizabeth knew it all too well. It had been like that for three years, and he had no clue. Who knew the day he came to buy an engag...
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"I'm just saying, a plant-based diet is much more healthier than all the junk you're eating." Fern picks up a new paintbrush and dips it in the brown paint. "All that junk you're eating won't only add on the pounds but it is bad for your heart an-"
I groan and stare at the ceiling. "I'm a vegetarian for God's sakes, what more do you want me to do?"
"Become a vegan, like me. Now sit still." She bites her tongue and stares intensely at me, as if my face is one big mystery to her. Then she goes back to the ongoing painting. Her clothes are stained all different colors and so is her hair, even though it's in a bun. Our shared apartment looks like one big paint canvas to be honest. The ceiling is yellow, the bar stools are neon green, the marble counter, the cupboards, the drawers and even the floor are decorated with paintings and doodles. At least thirty paintings hang on the wall only in the living room, so you can't really see the wall either. I only know from experience that it's orange.
I remember seeing her ad in the paper and coming over to check out the place. I was overwhelmed at first, to say the least, but after a minute of simply staring, the clashing colors and random spots of paint grew on me and the rest is history. Fern showed me her way of living and turned me vegetarian. Now she paints pictures of me on a regular basis while giving me speeches on life.
"Adam dropped by the store today," I say, opening up a new discussion and closing the one we have had oh so many times.
"How come?" Fern asks, putting the paintbrush between her teeth and starting to paint with her fingers. Then she scratches her forehead, smearing brown paint over it all the same. I smile faintly.
"He came to buy a ring. An engagement ring." I look at my fingers and fiddle with my nails. My roommate pauses for a second, now looking directly at me.
"For Ashley?"
"Yeah."
She purses her lips and shrugs her shoulders slightly. "Well, that sucks. You still like him, don't you?"
Embarrassed, I nod vaguely. My hands reach up to cover my face and I groan loudly into them. "Ugh, it isn't fair!"
"Life isn't fair, B."
I glance up. "B? My name starts with an E."
Fern crosses her arms and straightens up proudly, as if she is about to confidently present something. "Why should we only honor our first letter, simply because it is first? It is just as long and worthy as all the other letters in our name."
I blink at the dark-haired girl. "Seriously?"
"Does it look like I'm kidding, Elisabeth?"
A moment of just dauntless staring passes and the doorbell rings loudly throughout the small apartment. I stand up and walk over to the intercom, pressing the microphone button. "Hello?"
