Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails | A Coming Of Age Story

1 | The True Meaning Of Love

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Chapter One: The True Meaning Of Love

What does love mean to you? Miss Howard held great pride in the fact that her English essays always had topics that forced you to hunker down and think a little. Sometimes the subjects were serious and other times they were more lighthearted but they always required you to really think. You couldn't just throw something out there for the sake of reaching the required word count. Oh no, she would have you rewrite the entire essay after school. The women had high standards of what she expected from you. This week, the topic made the girls in the class buzz in excitement. With Valentine's day on Thursday, they gushed about chocolates and roses. What does love mean to you? Love has always been an interesting topic for my family. I have two fathers. Before meeting each other, the two deemed themselves to be straight. They loved to please women. Real players of the field. Daddy Dearest always told me of the pain and agony they experienced as they fought the bond. The heartbreak. And then once they accepted each other and their love, the true happiness, and bliss that followed made all the struggles worth it. Years passed of marital bliss before they adopted me. A rejected baby left in a ditch. Love comes in all shapes and sizes. They would say. Although we didn't share blood, I was their child.

What does love mean to you? I bit my pen as I pondered over the question. Where do I even start? Time inched by slowly and unable to find the answer, I rolled over to my side to read my messages. The constant beeping peaked my attention. The sender could only be one person. Sasha. My best friend since kindergarten.

<OMG! You won't believe what just happened!>

<I want to die from the embarrassment.>

<Please come over and kill me.>

<Zack caught us getting down and dirty.>

<I'm dead serious. He full on walked in on us.>

<John was inside of me, M.>

<I repeat. INSIDE OF ME.>

<Instead of pulling out. He came right there and then.>

<I'm not even kidding. He came inside of me.>

<I'm freaking out.>

<Zack is so going to tell Dad.>

<I'm dead meat.>

<Please come over.>

<I need damage control.>

<Zack nearly killed John.>

<OMG. My brother saw my vagina.>

<Just kill me.>

<Hello? Where are you?>

<PLEASE M.>

<I NEED YOU RIGHT NOW.>

<I SWEAR I'M GOING TO SPAM YOU TILL YOU COME OVER.>

<M.>

<M.>

<M.>

Sasha stood true to her response with over a hundred messages of just M. My mind reeled at the new information and a piece of my heart clenched. Even though I've come to terms that Sasha's relationship with John is here to stay...it still hurt to hear about their sex life. I quickly typed a short response before getting up. I skipped down the stairs before coming to a halt at Dad's office door. I knocked and after a few seconds of silence, I opened the door. I peaked my head through and found my Dad nearly buried in paperwork. He glanced up and smiled. "Heading over to Sasha. I will probably eat dinner at their place." Before dad could reply, his phone rang. "Okay sweetheart. You know the drill. Be home before ten!" I nodded in response. Dad answered the call. I mouthed a quick goodbye before closing the door behind me. Next stop. The kitchen. As predicted, I found Daddy Dearest rolling out the dough. "What are you making?" I leaned over to peck his cheek before grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl. "I'm playing around with this new cookie recipe. I want to make a cookie muffin." I knew better to question what a cookie-muffin exactly is and instead moved to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. "I'm just quickly heading over to Sasha's place. It's a John emergency. I'm probably going to stay over for dinner." Daddy Dearest paused at the mention of John, his features immediately becoming concerned. I shook my head and bit back the tears. "We can talk about it tonight but I should really leave." After a while, Daddy Dearest nodded before returning his attention to the dough. I pecked his cheek again before bouncing out of the kitchen. My phone buzzed with another message. Sasha wasn't known for her patience. I quickly pulled on my shoes and jacket before grabbing my keys and rushing outside. My phone buzzed once more as another ten messages flashed on the screen. Sasha also had the horrible habit of sending sixty short messages in one go. Why she couldn't just write one long message was beyond me. After sending her a bicycle emoticon which meant I was on my way, I tucked my phone in my jacket pocket before mounting my bicycle. The cold wind bit my face. The things you do for love.