~I hope this isn't much of a bother.~
That is Richie, on the multimedia corner. Thank you for all the reads and I hope you continue till the end! Love–Katherine.
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Now, where were we?
“Rachel, which do you prefer: vanilla or strawberry?” David asks me, holding up a huge cup of vanilla ice cream on the right and strawberry scoops on the left.
“Umm…” I didn’t think that choosing a flavor would be this difficult. “I pick—”
“What do you want for dinner: lasagna or beef with broccoli?” Danny suddenly enters the living room, holding up a pack of cheese on the right and broccoli on the left.
“Uh—” come on, make up your mind! Vanilla or strawberry? Lasagna or broccoli? I looked at David and said, “Vanilla, please,” and he handed me the cup and went back to the kitchen then I turned to Danny and chose, “Broccoli,” and he nodded then followed David in the kitchen. I stared at the television and sighed.
Who knew that these foods will be an actual metaphor for the Morgan Boys? Gosh, I probably seem like a bitch to my neighbors now. Two boys with one girl under one roof is a lot to handle; not to mention the fact that I dated the older brother but found out that he was actually married and all of a sudden I’m dating the only friend I had in this town, the younger brother and most silent guy I’ve ever known.
Hmm…my life sucks.
As I was lost in my thoughts watching Sweet November, someone came knocking on my door. I was just about to stand up when Danny jogged out of the kitchen.
“I got it.” He says and goes to my door. I turned back to my movie, concentrating this time when I heard him happily greet; “Oh hi, Mr. Bloom, come on in.”
I spun around to quickly on my couch to see him walk in that I fell with a thud so loud it alarmed the three men I have in this house.
“Ray, are you okay?” David asks with a spoon in his mouth.
Danny shook his head.
Mr. Bloom looked concerned.
And I seemed stunned because all the blood in my face drained out. This is too awkward—and complicated!
“How are you doing, Rachel?” Mr. Bloom asks and come to help me up. I sat back on my couch and nodded. I couldn’t look him in the eye but still, I needed to say something.
“Thank you for being in the hospital.” And I saw him nod.
“Can I ask you something?”
My heart was already running before I could say yes.
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Ficción GeneralRachel Bloom had always believed that no one is ever too late for anything. But with her long time boyfriend getting someone pregnant, her dream job hanging by a thread, her father's unexpected return after his absence in her entire life and the tr...
