Chapter seven: Plans:
~Four weeks later~
"Alright, V. We'll leave you to get settled in. Have fun being an adult." My mother said with a dry tone. She and my father waved goodbye to me and left me to be alone. Once they left it was deafeningly quiet. I had no idea what I wanted to do now that I had everything I wanted. I had picked out the car I wanted a few weeks ago, it was a nice black Volvo, Edward Cullen style. I had my apartment now, fully furnished with random things I liked from the Walmart, Sears, and the Salvation Army. I even had a writing desk with my notebook and pen arranged neatly atop it.
But still, I didn't know what I wanted to do now that I had it all.
I walked from room to room, fingertips brushing against the walls. Then I came to the small bathroom. There was a tiny window above the bathtub, streaming the early morning light onto the cracked tiles. I stared at the tub. It was a nice, claw-footed tub. The kind you could dangle you're feet out of while reading a good book. And that was what I decided I wanted to do.
I grabbed a towel from the closet and found a book I had been meaning to read for a while. I put the towel on the towel-rack and put the book on the rug next to the tub so I could still reach it. I turned one of the faucets and plugged the tub's drain. Then I stripped down to my underwear and pulled my hair into a high bun so it wouldn't get wet. I didn't want to have to redo it, so that was the safest option.
I had brought my toiletries from home, so I had a few bath bombs and things like that in the cabinet. I went over to the sink and bent over to get the stuff out of the cabinets. As I straightened up, caught sight of myself in the mirror. I was pretty enough. I had large brown eyes and an equally large smile. I didn't like my nose all that much, but I could live with it. My eyes traveled down further. My breasts were okay too. They were more average than anything, not huge, but not tiny. From there, everything was questionable.
I didn't like my stomach. It wasn't like it was hanging over my legs or anything, but it wasn't anywhere near flat. The thing I disliked the most were my thighs. They were ginormous. It didn't matter how much I dieted or exercised, they always stayed. I didn't like the way they just ballooned out in comparison to the rest of my body. They were also covered in ugly stretchmarks that would never disappear.
After a few more seconds of a self-analyzing, I walked over to the tub, which was now full, and dropped two of the bath bombs in there. Then I slipped down into the tub and picked up the book. I started reading it and was immediately mad at myself for not reading the book sooner. It was about a guy named Omar who owned a T-shirt shop and another man named Derek who was originally from the south. They met at an engagement party and they had a weird way of talking to each other. It was a constant back and forth of semi-insulting banter. It was amusing. As I read on, I realized that this was normal for them.
For the next half and hour, I read more about Derek and Omar. There were funny moments, but in a dry type of way. The work got dark at times, but I thoroughly. By the time I got out of the tub, my fingers and toes were like prunes. I wrapped myself in my towel and grabbed my book.
I walked out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. I went over to my dresser and started getting dressed. Just as I had pulled my shirt over my head, I heard my phone ring. I walked out of my bedroom and into the living room. I picked up my phone from the coffee table to check the caller ID. It was Norah.
"Hello?" I answered, leaning against my dresser.
"Hey, you free tonight?"
"Um, yeah I guess. Why?"
"Well, Robyn and I are bored and you could use some cheering up. So being the good people that we are, we're going to come and make you feel better by eating your food, and making you watch Disney movies with us." I could hear the smile in her voice.
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I am Chris (bwwm)
Storie d'amore~Sequel to I Am Veronica~ After Chris got in his accident, Veronica finds things spinning out of control. She can't help but wonder; will anything ever be the same? It doesn't seem like it will, not after what happened.