Riley Brooks appears to be leading a charmed life on the outside. On the inside, she's spiraling as a result of a toxic relationship. Once the relationship comes to a tumultuous end, she loses very nearly everything, her sanity included. As an effor...
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"Okay, Meadow sounds um....how do I put this nicely...bat-shit fucking insane!"
"Shhh!" I hissed and rolled over on the giant marshmallow of a mattress Meadow insisted she buy me. I disallowed her to buy me a comforter set and pillows. She'd done enough.
"What?" Mimi snorted. "Do you have me on speaker or something? You know better with me..."
"No," I replied, my eyes flitting to the closed bedroom door. "I just don't feel right talking about her like this. She's going through a lot.....she bought me a mattress..." I looked down at my sock covered toes that didn't reach the end of the mattress. I stretched my legs and extended my toes, still not even close.
"Uh, don't you mean Landon bought you a mattress?" She snorted, referring to how I mentioned I saw Meadow swipe a credit card with Landon's name on it. Everytime she swiped, it kicked my anxiety up a notch. She bought us breakfast, several outfits, iced coffee, and we saw Bohemian Rhapsody in theaters. Then to top it all off, she bought this completely unnecessary mattress that would take four "me's" to fill it.
"Jesus, I can't believe he gave her his credit card!" Mimi marveled. "He must be loaded...or really careless with his money. Since he's got a real love for junk, I'm leaning towards the latter...hmm I bet he only gets that good, pure junk. That China White."
I grimaced. "Stop."
Mimi cackled at my uneasy reaction. "You're so sensitive. Speaking of sensitive, how is your boyfriend doing?"
"He's not my boyfriend," I replied with another guilty glance at the door. I had to lock it, as Meadow had a tendency to just barge in. Even when I told her to "hold on".
"Ehhh, I don't know," Mimi mused playfully. "You guys were weird at the funeral. Intense. Like you were the only two people there or something. It's insane how neither of you see it."
I pulled my socks off with my toes, suddenly warm. "Shut up. There's nothing to see. It was an emotional moment in an emotional time."
"Sorry, I sometimes forget that you guys are playing the 'we're just friends' game..."
"Mimi."
"Anyway, how's your friend?" She emphasized. I could almost hear her eye roll through the phone.
"I don't know. I haven't heard from him."
"Oh, right. Rehab. I wonder if he'll be able to stay clean with Meadow around. I doubt it. Junk and relationships are a bad, bad combo. So are Meadow and Landon, for that matter. They're the perfect storm. She's the succubus to his hopeless romantic. They're already a mess, but then you've got this third entity that's entered the relationship and three is a fucking crowd. And it seems Meadow loves Boy more than she loves her boy. And it's real sad, but it's usually the way it goes. You can't be in a relationship with each other and also be in a relationship with heroin. Oh, and in case you haven't already figured it out, Meadow is totally still using and has no intention of stopping."
