Once Upon A Slap

(14) I Should Throw You Out of a Window and Knock Some Sense Into You

I bit my lip and contemplated all of my available options.

I could just text him and hope that he doesn't think that I'm desperate. I could also wait until he texts me, which he may not even do. I don't even understand why this is so important. Why can't I just bring myself to tap three buttons on my screen and send? Maybe it's because Colin's basically perfect and I'm not. Another thought popped into my mind, which definitely burst my bubble of happiness today.

What if Colin was just playing around with me? What if this was all a joke? What would I do then? What could I even do then?

I groaned, growing more and more frustrated of my overactive conscious. This was way too complicated. Even more complicated than a pair of tangled apple headphones. Which, come to think of it, I needed to untangle mine.

Why couldn't I have been born a boy? Everything would've been so much easier; guys aren't complicated at all. Maybe I was just overacting or maybe I was just keeping my guard up. Either way, I couldn't help it.

Hey -Katie

Was it good enough? Was the phrase to underdone? Too overdone? Too clingy? Too stupid? Too smart alecky? Too geeky? Too upfront? Too rude?

I rolled my eyes at my pointless antics. Since when did I worry over some irrelevant text messages?

Since Colin.

I willed myself to ignore my conscious and clear my mind of the annoying yet important thoughts of boys. Instead of dwelling on something that has already occurred, I occupied myself with making myself some of my not so famous pasta. I licked my lips at the thought of devouring something so divine.

I'm not good at cooking but that's only because my mom was never around to teach me. She never stuck around long enough for that. Although, she left her recipe book behind and I managed to pick up on a few things. Pasta being one of them.

I placed my phone onto the kitchen marble counter and turned on some music, energy flowing through my system. I was feeling very energetic today. I was like a firework on the verge of erupting into the clouded sky. One poke was all I needed.

Humming to myself while swaying to the beat of the music, I gathered all of the supplies I was going to need when I realized I was missing something. I was missing the main ingredient. Any guesses?

Pasta, I was missing the pasta. How in the world was I supposed to make my not so famous pasta without pasta? I can't. I sighed and flopped down onto a couch, my mood deflated. If one poke was all I needed to inflate, then one push was all I needed to deflate.

I slumped down into my seat. I remembered how if my mother were here, she would scold me day and night about posture and how I needed to act more like a lady. I also remember how my father would roll his eyes playfully and free me from my mother's scoldings. I was always a daddy's little girl.

I could go to the nearby grocery store but I was simply just too tired. I spent some of my time thinking of some unimportant things, all the while my stomach felt like it was about to burst from lack of food.

I heaved, rather frustrated about how my hunger ruled over my mind and caved into my cravings for spicy Italian food. I looked around for my keys. I spotted them and snatched them up off of the mahogany table, my fingers sliding over the tabletop before clasping around the black and silver keys.

I slipped on a pair of black converse and exclaimed quietly, realizing I had forgotten something. I hurried back to the kitchen where the music was still blaring. I got to the source of the noise and turned it off, swiftly slipping the sleek phone into my pocket with utmost haste.