I drifted back to my consciousness when my back touched the comfortable sofa. I was lost again for a moment. But this time, it was because of him. Damian. I have never seen him before. And it felt like something about him is wrong and I'm going to find out what is it.
I went to my purse and immediately took out my phone. I was about to text Bridget but there was indeed a message from her: "What's up?"
"Hey Bri, where are you?" I replied.
"Cafeteria. Waiting for my date, why?" I let out a sigh. This girl is really a flirt; she's dating with anyone.
"Mind coming to my house right now?" I responded the text message.
"Sure. The guy I've been anticipating for, won't come anyway." And then, I threw my phone as I typed out my last reply.
While waiting for her, I brewed a coffee for myself and sipped at it as I stared outside the window. It's cloudy and gloomy at the same time, coffee is the best for a weather like this. I beamed with excitement. I'm sure Bridget would be happy because finally, her best friend met a man of her dreams. I laughed at the thought of it. Oh my goodness, I'm getting crazy.
My eyes were too engaged to the beauty of Bozeman when Bridget came walking to our neighborhood. Her black hair was cropped short, her pink lips and black eyes were full of delight and joy which made her face so bright and even more beautiful. She's wearing her gray hoodie, it's huge for her, the sleeves are hanging past her fingertips and her black ripped jeans complement her white sneaker. But before she even paced the floor I instantly took her to my room and let her sit in my bedstead, a very vexatious action of mine.
She's riled up. I can see it on her face as she closed her eyes to unleash her exasperation.
"What?" She asked, looking so pissed.
"I met a guy," I said. I was trying to calm myself, not wanting to show her that I'm very happy.
"Guy? You meant, a man?" She asked. The looks on her face don't want to believe me. I know.
"Yes!" I shrieked.
"What!?" She raised her eyebrows. "Who would dare to get near you?" She chuckled.
I glared at her and just rolled my eyes. "Okay."
Fine. I've already decided not to tell her my story. It has nothing to do with her anyway.
I remembered my coffee, I was about to finish it when Bridget let out a chuckle. I looked at her and saw her smiling, her lips stretched from ear to ear. It was like she remembered something.
"What is it?" I said with a frown.
"I'm craving for some huckleberry pie. Do you mind coming with me?" I just ignored what happened a while ago and happily agreed.
"Ooh, I'd love to." Let's just forget about everything.
Huckleberry pie was our favorite ever since we were kids. I have been craving for it too lately, but maybe I was too pre-occupied with some things these past few days. Just thinking about the thick pie sends excitement to me.
I rushed towards my closet and went to the bathroom. I changed my clothes and switched to my casual outfit. I was wearing a shamrock green sweater that was too adorable and cuddly and paired it with a black fitted jean that matches the cold weather of Bozeman.
"The color looks so nice." She smiled at me as she compliments my sweater.
"Thanks," I replied.
When we got downstairs, I saw my mother and told her that I'll be out with Bridget. She just gave me a hug and a peck on my cheeks saying that I should take care of myself.

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