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Reached #1 in beingalone on 07/08/2019
"I floated away at the hands of the wind, seldom resisting the manipulation..."
Meet Rosalyn-or Ro- as she goes by, a beautiful, k...
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I cleaned Lannie up before tucking her into bed and then I spent the rest of the night looking at Evalyn's paintings, getting lost in the memories. I must have been up for hours before I fell asleep because when I woke up, I was on the ground with canvases scattered about and a knocking on the door.
I quickly unlocked the door and let Julie in. "Hey good morning Jules," I started just as she started rushedly talking.
"Good morning to you too Ro. Thank you for watching Lannie," she said giving me a hug. "Seriously, I really appreciate it."
"You know it's no problem Jules. Lannie was great." I said waving her off. "She's actually still asleep. You want me to wake her?"
"No, I'll just get her home and let her sleep for a little longer before daycare." She headed over to my room to get Lannie before turning back.
She teased "And don't think you're getting out of explaining why Ryder, a member of the hottest band in the literal world, personal opinion of course," I rolled my as she continued "was outside our apartment, holding my daughter last night."
"Oh that," I said nervously laughing.
"Yeah...that...," she said mockingly. "I expect all the juicy details, Ro. All of them," she said winking.
"They aren't that popular..." I argued but she just stared back. "Fine, later," I conceded knowing full well Jules would be relentless. "Didn't realize you were such a fangirl," I said, matching her mocking tone.
She walked out with a sleeping Lannie on her shoulder and whispered smiling at me, "Sue me. Three hot boys and killer music-I'm hooked. I'm only 20, not a goddamn grandma."
"A feisty grandma," I chuckled.
She rolled her eyes and waved goodbye.
"I'll see you later Jules," I whispered, before hurriedly getting ready for my shift at the diner. These late nights seriously had to stop. I quickly sent a text to Cas to pick me up since my car was still broken. After nearly two decades of service, I couldn't really be mad, but damn this was inconvenient.
I brushed my teeth, showered, and turned my ragged mess of self into something semi-presentable, all in 20 minutes, just in time for Cas's obnoxious car honking.
The ringing in my ears wouldn't stop as I strapped on my seatbelt. "Seriously Cas, you saw me running down the stairs."
"Just wanted to give you a little incentive to run a little faster," she casually said as she started the engine.
"Thanks for that. One day, when I fall flat on my face and break my face, it'll be because of you," I grumpily responded.
"Don't be a sour-puss. You know that I get your adrenaline rushing," she said suggestively.
