No Strings Attached

Chapter Seven

Sunday morning I wake up, completely rested. I throw on a pair of ripped jeans, my ugg boots and a Motley Crew tee.

I run outside, I decide to take my car for the day, I hardly ever drive, but I feel like I should drive rather than walk for this.

I head out the door to the driveway, open the drivers door and step inside my 2006 Honda Accord. I put the keys into the ignition and sit there, still, for ten minutes. I start to sweat. The anxious vibes I was feeling weren't normal for me.

I put my car into reverse and slowly head out my driveway, looking down.

Go right.

My thread was telling me. I take the turn and feel the anxiety rush through my body.

I decide to stop at McDonald's for something to fill my empty stomach, I should've been smarter before leaving and packed a snack for myself.

I get a McDouble with a small sprite. I take a bite into the burger before driving off.

The thing that's weird about my thread, is it hasn't moved at all. Usually when you get your string it moves whilst the person at the other end is moving, but mine hasn't.

I finish my burger and take the last six of my sprite before tossing the remnants out the window.

I pass by an old cemetery and keep heading north. If I keep going this way I'll end up in Canada.

I look down at the radio playing Nirvana.

5:30

How is it already this late?

I still haven't found the other end by the time 8:45 rolls around, so I decide to head home in hopes there will be better luck next weekend.

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I finally get home at roughly 10:25. I must've gone way far away from Seattle to have it take that long to get home.

I hop in the shower, taking an excessive amount of time in there. I get out and wipe myself down, throwing on a pair of my favorite Victoria's Secret underwear and a cheap walmart bra. I get my extra large Mayday Parade tee shirt and decide to wear that to bed.

After finishing my English essay I decide its time to go to sleep, and rest my mind of all of the things that didn't happen today.

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Tuesday morning I get up. I wake up to Grant lightly tapping on my arm.

"Whaaayutt mooouuummm. Five more minutes pleease." I mumble through my breath.

"Shhh!!" I hear a gruff voice murmur. "If you keep talking so fucking loud you might actually wake your mom up. Get up."

I hesitated and looked at the clock. "Why are you in my house at three in the morning?  Did you know breaking and entering if a federal crime?" I ask, smirking.

"Get up." Grant said again. I guess he wasn't in the mood for jokes.