Turn Right: A journey on the road takes an unexpected Turn... (COMPLETED)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

From morning ‘til this very moment, all that’s on my mind is what to wear. Oh gosh, this is hopeless. He called just a minute ago, checking if I’m still in for the date. Sterling’s clearly nervous. I can tell it with his voice. It’s actually quivering, just a little bit.

Sitting on my bed, staring at my scarce resources of outfits for stuffs like this, what the heck will I do?

“Hmmm…”

“Ashley!”

I know that voice too well, Gray squealed from the foot of the stairs. I can tell she’s running with a big grin on her face to my room. Well this is gonna be fun. Good news or disaster, that’s all there always, is. I stood up and pen my door before she knocks it off.

“Ashley Samantha McLoughlin! Haha. I’m smitten!”

She giggled while lying on my bed, staring at my ceiling seeing something, clearly I couldn’t see, making me look at her, head to toe. I sat beside her while touching her forehead, probing if she’s just having some kind of weird fever. This is worst than I expected.

“What did you just say?!” picking her up to face me full in the face.

“Did you not hear what I said? I’m smitten! Hmmm…” she repeated, rather dreamily. I wanted to slap her to bring her out of her own world, but I know I’m just overreacting.

“Will you be normal for just a millisecond? Tell me sensibly what you mean, or else I’ll slap you to bring you out of that bubble!” I laid my hands to an imaginary bubble just to be with her.

“Now be ready for a long, full detailed story.” I muttered under my breath.

“What?” she asked faintly.

“Nothing!” I smile animatedly.

“So let’s start, you know how addicted I am with coffee right? Yeah, so I was at Starbucks 6:00 A.M. sharp to get my daily dose of White Chocolate Mocha. And you also know how I don’t want anyone to take my place in a line. If I’m first, I’m first. This guy, this stupid line-grabbing guy suddenly appeared in front of me.” Her face turning from smitten to grim, it actually scared me.

Gray is a line-conscious person. Once in a queue of people waiting for her turn, no one should take her place in the line, or else, all hell broke lose.

“He was wearing a blue LA Lakers cap, gray hooded jacket, blue faded jeans and black chucks.”

Oh and yeah, she also has a sharp memory, even things like this she can remember clearly, especially if she scrutinized you head to foot.

“I was one more person away from the counter Ash, when suddenly that jerk appeared out of nowhere, startling me and taking my place on the line! I almost grab him by the hood, I almost screamed out of frustration with what jus happened.”

I can clearly see the scene already, Gray gritting her teeth and her eyes full of hate. You think I’m over thinking? You should see her sometimes, in situations like this, then you’ll clearly know what I’m talking about.

She related every detail to me, without missing a thing, while I submerged into my own imagination of what really happened,

Gray as usual was standing between the lines of people waiting for her turn for her daily dose. She’s on her I-pod touch listening to her favorite playlist. She’s grinning and saying to herself,

“I’m close to paradise!”

She bowed her head, stared at her boots when she noticed something weird. When she looked up, a tall guy was already blocking her view of the precious counter.