Sex and the Treaty

The key.

Stacy's perspective:

Two weeks later

Writing English essays can be a literal headache at times. Especially when the topic is about Eco-technologies and future farming ideologies. Who even gives essays like this anymore, and that too as Summer papers.

I was typing the essay down on my bed sipping the third cup of cocaine at what seems like four in the afternoon. I glanced around my room, again alone on a Saturday afternoon. I half closed my laptop and rolled on my back. Just the half-page breaks every student needs before you force your mind again.  

My phone buzzed with a message and I quickly pulled it to see from who it was. 

Mom: Ladies coming over for a sleepover tonight, want to join? :P

I smiled looking at that. Finally she seems to be happy. Finally she seems to be living her life the way she wanted to live. Mom joined a gym, where she's found these amazing set of lady friends who keep taking her out on dinners, lunches and now even sleepovers. 

Maybe she isn't having so much struggle in dealing with all the home bills right now. Since her job suffices them, and since I began doing a part-time job at the Old-age home gran told me about. Since I am free half of the days, and since school doesn't start for almost a month, I figured I'd help mom and use my time productively. 

This Old-age home, it's taught me quite a few things. Especially when I see old couples holding hands and walking through the trees, it makes me smile. Some part of me wonders how my parents would be with each other if dad was still alive. Weekends is an off for part-timers so I try to spend most of my time on the weekdays right in there. 

Plus the nights are reserved for Bonnie and me. She comes over, almost everyday and we end up trying everything new. Go-carting, bike racing, video gaming, spa, trying new restaurants, driving to unknown places. I like the no-boys norm we have. 

Of course, I keep seeing Davis and Luke almost every other day when they come to drop Bonnie off. And as for him, I have no contact. Just a small thought ticking in my head, counting down his birthday date. And now I count eight hours left when I see his face in my head. 

This break was needed, for both of us. It doesn't mean that I don't worry how he is. Maybe like how Davis said, I didn't have to be mean because he was. But I also had to handle the whole situation. Getting back together with him the moment our parents got divorced, I knew what kind of effect that would have on mom. Plus, I needed a break. From him, from this, from everything. 

Stacy: Sure mom, I'll order the pizzas :))

I typed and switched my phone to blackness. I closed my eyes remembering how things were so on my pulse just weeks ago. Now, I liked the way everything calmed down. Like the huge storm finally coming to an end. I could actually breathe summer now, happily. 

The door bell rang thrice and I jolted up from my bed. I ran down the stairs and peeped through the window to see who it was. I smiled at Davis who smiled back at me. 

I opened the door and searched for Bonnie, but she wasn't there. "Where's Bonnie?" 

He looked at me and without uttering anything, walked right in. I shrugged, shutting the door and turning around. He had already sat on the couch and looked at me. 

"Please have a seat." I chuckled and he chuckled back.

"Hey I came here to talk." He said as I went to the kitchen and grabbed two cans of soda. I gave one to him and nodded.