Well what can I say?. I've been lazy lately and chocked up with personal issues but Alhamdulillah all is fine. I have good news and bad news. Let me start with the bad news: locked up in the past is going to be on hold for sometime now cauuussseee like I said its a realistic story so I don't wanna rush things, I wanna enjoy the moment. I have two good news 🙃😊😊.
One is that I'm working on something new and it's a trilogy ( perfect memories). I'm so excited cause it's going to be interesting so y'all should anticipate it. Then my second good news is that I've been selected for wattpads paid stories and I'm very excited about it. Meanwhile I'm trying to get my shit together and make something worthwhile. And I typed this chapter today in less than an hour : how Amazing 😎☺
Phanie's POV
I woke up with a heavy migrane. The feeling was like I had the whole world on my head. I slumped back immediately I got up cause the pain was too much, too raw.
I tried to make out my surrounding, it wasn't my house neither was it strange. It was vaguely familiar, it was Tara's house!. I tried to get out of the bed and slowly I was out. I heard Tara's voice outside and found her, she was cooking and had a headset on.
My rest in bitch face is mistaken for the mean girl
But what if I told you, there's nothing I want more in this world
Than somebody who loves me naked
Somone who nevers ask for love but knows how to take it
Are you that somebody?, who sees a wall and breaks it
Are you ready to fight just to see what's behind my flaws
Would you love me naked
Yeah yeah yeah yeah naked
She flipped the pancakes on the other side and clapped her hands together as a dance step. Tara was never shy, that's one thing I love about her.
"Jesus. Hei this girl. You want to give me heart attack?". She clutched her chest and slid her headset off then scooped out the pancakes.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you". I watched as she turned the watery white batter with large chunks of pepper and onions.
"Um Tara what is this?". I avoided the pounding headache in my head and the urge to throw up.
"It's pancake oh. This is the last set sef". She flipped it over and one last look at it sent me flying to the bathroom.
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"Sorry dear. When you eat now you'll feel better". Tara said as she served me some pancakes and coffee.
"Thank you". I could still feel the mint flavour from Tara's toothpaste. I took a quick shower and brushed after vomiting and I must say it really helped, well except from my damp hair. There's no light to blowdry it.
"You're welcome. Oya eat". She already dug into hers and her other hand was on her phone, she was typing fast.
I dug into my pancakes and I tell you this is nothing like the one I eat back at home. The ones at Mexico are way better, bigger, browner (if theres a word like that 🙄, but you get my point) and fluffier and don't come with huge chunks of pepper and onion. But this wasn't bad though, only a little too chewy. So the next ones I ate,i separated the pepper and onion from the pancakes: it was much better.
"You don't eat pepper?". She questioned looking up from her half finished food and an oily phone screen.
"I do. But not in pancakes". I tried to sound polite. She stared at me for a while with an "oh" expression. I wanted to tell her I'm sorry and eat the next pieces of pancakes with pepper because she has been nothing but nice to me.
"You're lucky my mom wasn't here. She would have spanked you. She hates wastage". She laughed and sipped her tea. Tara was good, far too good for me or she was pretending. Sometimes I want to stop all this and avoid her cause I don't want her to get tangled in my shitty life. I don't want any other person to get hurt. I smiled back at her even though she didn't see me. She was concentrated on her phone, it made me want to see what she was looking at. Then she busted out laughing hysterically.
"Come, come and see this". I crawled over to her (we're literally on the floor) and she showed me a video on instagram and I laughed too.
"This people will not kill somebody". She wiped out a tear and played the video again. She laughed so hard that it made me join her. We laughed till we cried.
"Wait let me show you this one". She said and showed me another video and I laughed as loud as she did, forgetting my manners and situation. I laughed like Tara did. Long, stressed, high pitched and throaty.
That was how we spent the entire afternoon watching comedy till I slept off. When I woke up I found Tara applying some body cream on her legs and it made me wonder if she was going out.
"Going somewhere?". I asked. As I sat up I felt better due to the panadol I took earlier .
"Yeah. One of my babes have a birthday party". She said over her shoulder. She was still singing that song I heard her sing this morning
"Um Tara?". I called. She stood up and her wrapper fell to the floor, thank God she had tights and bra on. She headed to her wardrobe to search for clothes.
"Yes boo". She replied and muttered something about getting her laundry done.
"That song you're singing. What's the name?". The song was still playing from her phone
Might be a Bitch in the morning so catch me at night time
Some of my friends think I'm moody but I think I'm just fine
I could be pissed but I'll act like I'm not
I really remember when I say I forgot
No matter how hard I try to run away from love, at the end of the night
I need somebody who loves me naked
Someone who never asks for love
But know how to take it
"Naked by Ella mai". Tara replied while pulling a blue jean on.
"Oh. It's nice". I closed my eyes to let the music take over me. It was beautiful, as if I was the one speaking.
"Yeah, I love how open she sounds in the song". Tara applied a roll on on her armpit.
I didn't respond but just layed flat on the bed. I let the music take over me.
"Um Phanie. I have a meeting to get to. Lock the door when you're through". She said putting on a sneaker
I quickly protested as I stood up. I didn't want anything to fall out of place while she was away. I quickly picked up the used plates and bade her goodbye.
I knew she was going out to meet a boy but I couldn't ask her why, just the same way I knew mama Chika scowled when she saw me walking out of Tara's house
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