Would You Look At The Time (Book One)

#5

Nicole's POV

     When I came home from the walk with Sebastian, Chris and Anthony...I was tired. I did a little work around the house, including watching tele. I soon fell asleep on my couch with a book resting against my chest. I woke up abruptly the next day, I had over slept. I briskly called Rachel and pleaded with her.

     "I am soosoo sorry, I woke up this morning with the stomach flu. Only now have I stopped hacking up my insides into the toilet long enough to call you and apologize," I lied. Damn, I am one fine liar.

     "Aw honey, I should be the one apologizing. I hope you get better, you can have a few days off," She said. I thanked her and then went back to slowly waking up. I yawned and stretched my arms. I then stood and waddled to the kitchen. I pulled out a box of lemon tea from the cabinet and started some hot water. Only then did I remember, again, that I still didn't have my phone. I had been using my home phone to call Rachel and when I was looking for my cellphone while my tea was steaping I remembered I had lost it. Maybe I had left it in the limo. Maybe it got stolen. I had no idea.

     Since I had lied to Rachel (may I say very cunningly) and didn't need to go to work today, I had practically the whole day off. I snacked on chips, popcorn, ramen. I drank soda and ate little Japanese candies. I watched Marvel movies, as well as Supernatural, Doctor Who and Sherlock. It reminded of the summer of ninth grade. My brother and I hid in the secret room our house had. At the time I believed only my brother and I knew about the room. But, looking back at it, mum and dad probably knew about it. I remember the hot summer air of Los Angeles. We sat in the dark with air conditioners all around us. We plugged in the old computer screen and watched for hours. Mum and dad never asked where we spent most of our summers. It was the highlight of my year. My brother was much older than me and he had college during the school year, I barely ever saw him. Summer was the best time ever. I saw him every day. But that didn't stop the universe from ripping everything I loved away from me. My brother, Michael, died in a car accident during his last summer before senior year in college. A few of his friends thought it would be funny if they didn't stop at a red light. And then, bam, Michael and three of his friends were shoved off the road by a bus. In total, there were four fatalities. Michael, one of his stupid asshole friends, and two people from the bus. The next summer's were hard for me. I was used to not seeing him during the school year, but not seeing him ever again was heartbreaking for a 15 year old girl. No one understood at school. They made fun of me. And, trust me, I am still not over him. In-fact, sometimes, I find myself crying myself to sleep sometimes.

     To lighten the mood I had another cup of tea and watched Thor and Thor The Dark World. After accidently falling asleep on my couch I decided to go for a run. I pulled on my grey yoga pants and a dark purple tanktop. I shoved my feet into Nikes and then headed out the door. I jogged to the park and back. During my jog to the park the sun was slowly setting. I was listening to music the whole time, drowning out the sounds of everyday life. When I started jogging back I noticed that the sun was setting, I picked up my pace. Once I made it back home I peeled off my clothes and tossed them in the clothes washer. I took a brush to my knotted hair, slowly untangling knots with my fingers. Once my hair was fully brushed out I hopped in the shower. The hot water running over my body felt nice and refreshing after my run. I applied shampoo and lathered it into my hair. After rinsing that out I poured conditioner into my hand and slowly massaged it into every strand of my hair before rinsing it out.

     After I got out and had brushed my hair once more I pulled on my fuzzy pajama pants. I picked up my home phone and dialed Thai cuisine, a Thai restaurant located in downtown New York. The food there was to die for.