Good Riddance

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

“A pizza, french-fries, milk shake, chocolate cake and two muffins… Is that all sir?” The confused waitress checked Alex's order.

“Oh you can add and coke but not the diet one” Alex murmured, looking at me.

“Ok sir” The waitress left with her eye brows risen.

“Alex, are you crazy? I can't possible eat that much!” I moaned as soon as she left far behind in the kitchen.

“I'll help you… The cola is for me” He laughed, pecking my lips.

Oh God save me from all this food!

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Living in the suburb had one advantage that I loved, which was the fact you were only 2km from the parties, which in our city were organized on the hill, indeed.

Loud techno music, stupid, annoying DJ, free beer, lots of cuties and NO snobby guys…

Because going on the hill among ‘jerks and dickheads’ were too mainstream for John and his company.

That was the exact reason I loved those parties, from the moment I broke up with him ( was it even fittingly to call it breaking up?) and vanished from his life… well at least I thought so…

Anyway, Alex and I were preparing to go to the festival*slash* party, meanwhile making out. You know the most beautiful, releasing thing about hill parties was the fact that you did not have to wear sky high heels or mini dresses, but comfy, cozy sweaters, tops, hoodies and shorts and just a little make up, oh and I forgot to mention, cozily rubber boots or something like that.

Before meeting Alex I had a thought bothering me all day long, which came from my previous thoughts about my life, of course, so I was pondering for hours.

How come my life become a MESS, my head a JUNGLE, when just a year ago I was having a calm life, and bored I'd add. The stupidest thing I've done without thinking at that time was buying 2 books which I haven't read. And after a year, I was cheating on my boyfriend, not studying, had some eating disorder, got pregnant  and abort the baby, hooked up with my best friend who was now my boyfriend… Could that be any worse? Anyway; those thoughts leaded me to the next thing

HOW DID I CHANGE?

Was it me or my boyfriend?

And if so, can and how can boyfriends, guys, or a crush, change you?

To find out, I decided to go to the mall with Erika, asking her the same question; she had her own explanation or theory which kind of solved my dilemma.

“Guys don't change you, you change for them. You want their attention or something, so you dress differently or start watching the films they like and at the end, do things they like and end up like their slave… Doing what they want without them telling you to do that” She said, putting large piece of Bavarian pretzel in her mouth.

“But how did I change?” I asked her, clearly lost in her theory.

“You liked John, but you were yourself back then, never mind; then you liked Alex, but you didn't want John to end up with a broken heart, so you started lying so you don't hurt him and then you loved him again or something and…” She started bumbling.

“Listen, love changed you, not guys, the love changed you dear” She added, after a little pause.

So I guess got my answer.