The Maia and Ross Diaries

C39 - Theatrically

Voice Mail

"Don't act like I didn't fight for you, because I did and I know I did because I'm not fighting anymore.... a real boyfriend — a real person, would know what I've been going through behind the scenes. So I'm done too... I'm so serious Ross, stay away from me... at school, home, the dances, and I don't care anymore... And I don't want your pity... just know you were the biggest mistake of my life."

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of or relating to the or dramatic presentations:theatrical performances.2. suggestive of the or of acting; artificial, pompous, spectacular,or extravagantly histrionic: Expressing what's really inside you.

"It's going to be perfect!" I said sitting on the kitchen table chairs, across from dad who was already making the waffles.
It was going to be a classic and annual sleepover with Nina before New Years, it was like I and her's little tradition, including Allie of course. But she was trying to get a job in Jacksonville, because college was drifting from her everyday, of course. Plus she was practicing overtime for that Romeo and Juliet play this weekend. If lucky and drunk enough, Nina and I would bail her out, in the middle of the sleep over.

"With waffles?" My dad turned around frowning at my ideal perfect sleepover.

I silently smiled, eyebrows up and replied. "With waffles."

He chuckled under his breath, and I rolled my eyes, asking him random questions to pass the time. "What are your plans old man? Your not going to be here, are you." I got up from the foam mason chair, and folded my arms.

"Something..." He mumbled silently smiling, just like his daughter. We Mitchell's had a thing for laughs and smiles, when we weren't upset and crying, of course.

"ooo, with "someone," bad dad, bad dad." I joked walking upstairs, looking behind my shoulder. I saw him nodding his head laughing, and for once his ring was off from mom, and his smile was on. He was happy, happier than he has been in a long time apparently, and I was happy for him.
Even if he was marrying a former psycho path ---- but me and that psycho has been able to put aside our differences.

I went upstairs to see everything in place. On my bed, the magazines', on my desk the lipstick, mascara, that was in a thousand of different colors, the blush, the everything. Most importantly the food; food is always there for you, unlike back stabbing boyfriends.

Who cares?

This sleepover is to get my mind off of guys anyway, because as we all know, a sleepover without blind folds is....

That made no sense.

Nina's Stylish Entrance

Nina speeds in, saving us the sappy hug, and she runs straight upstairs probably to my room. Following her excitedly, I could see she had a million things in her hands.

"Nina," My mouth basically falling from my face, she threw all her purses on top of the magazines' I had laid out.

"Vines, pillows, my blanket, cigars," Nina said as my face turned at the cigarettes that fell from her bag, "twenty different phones for prank calls, condoms --- who knows what could happen ---" She laughed in between spilling out things from her purses. "Movies, none of your favorites, but mine and I hope you have ice cream because I heard about what happened with you and Ross."

Nina really is amazing.

Besides the cigars.

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