Psychotic Love

S E V E N

Chapter Seven
blackbear ‒ anxiety ft FRND

"And that is how I lost my virginity in the bathroom stall during my grandfather funeral!" Dianna squealed.

While I and Gabriella wiped the counters clean in the kitchen, Dianna talked relentless, not once halting for a solitary breather. By any means or another, our discussion arrived on a theme of 'virginity losing'. I didn't know how we arrived on such a theme. We started our conversation with discussing cherries and afterwards bam. Virginity popping.

"His name was Tiny Tim and let me just say, girls! He was no Tiny Tim" Gabriella looked my way and quietly gagged. Not wanting to listen to this disturbing backstory from Dianna as more than I did. "Tiny Tim would have been the biggest...Wait, nope! Nevermind. It would have to be George the man. Man, wasn't that man a wonder under the covers" Dianna British accent ranged with all types of happiness.

I looked at Gabriella and lifted two fingers to the side of my head. Making them resemble a loaded gun. Looking like I was ready to shoot myself of our daily awkward talks with Dianna.

I and Gabriella liked to call our daily talks with Dianna 'confession hour' because at 10 o'clock. On the dot. When the three of us were in the kitchen- Only the three of us, she would go on and on about her younger and experimental days.

It was a tad interesting some days but on other days. I would need holy water for my pure ears.

"Oh and don't get me started about Henery Long- " before Dianna could ramble about another guy from her past. Gabriella turned around in a full 360. She leaned back making her spine touch the counter, while her elbows propped her. Keeping her straight up.

"Oh, silly me. I forgot to tell you something mama Dianna" She dramatically gasped "Ioann wanted you to check out his room. He spilt some grape juice on the poor carpet and he doesn't know how to get rid of the stain"

I picked up what she was doing. It didn't matter that I haven't seen any of the boys besides from meals in the past week. We, both no longer wanted to hear this story. It was getting quite uncomfortable if you had to ask me "Oh yeah! Ioann told me that too, he was scared to tell you himself. You know how Ioann could get" I was hoping she would know because I knew I didn't.

I barely knew the boy beside from knowing he is Australian, but that was easy to tell from his accent.

"Goodness dear Christ! Mother Dianna is headed to beat some stain!" She snatched her wipe before running-Or well wobbling out the kitchen entryway. Giving the entryway a chance to swing directly behind her bum.

We waited until we could no longer listen to Dianna tracks against the stairs and her cursing towards the stain on Ioann carpet.

We slacked down onto the counters, relaxing. Dropping our rags to the floor, letting our tired wrist take a break. We had been scrubbing every surface in the manor until it was squeaky clean. Till we could see our reflection.

My head leaned down. My forehead leaning against her shoulder "I had only known this woman for a week and I love her, don't doubt me on that! But dear lord. That woman can ramble on and on until she no longer has a voice"

"I had known Dianna basically my whole life. Ever since I started working here several years back when I was eighteen, almost nineteen. And now that I am twenty-five. I can officially confirm that Dianna Smirnov had more of an insane teen life than I did" we both laughed. If I had to guess, I bet she had more than a life than I did.

"You started working here when you were eighteen?"

She nodded "Yeah, that's when we are allowed in the business. Age eighteen is the entry year"