I stared at my foggy reflection in my bathroom mirror. A hot shower makes everone's problems go away. I lifted my hand and slighty wiped the dew from in front of me and stuck my tongue out at my reflection. Today was one of those day's where you feel your life was somewhat of a waste. You knew what you wanted to do, and what you had to do and they matched but you still feel like nothings good enough. In other words, I got off the phone with my parents an hour ago (and I've been taking a shower ever since).
Don't get me wrong, I love my parents more than anything I have. But, they unknowingly place pressures that I'm sure cause premature wrinkles. They want me to move to dorm and go to USF and become a doctor....but that's not what I want. And I told my mom that me and Lance were probably getting back together. And naturally she asked me if I was sure I wanted to. And being a mother she reminded me of every reason I shouldn't. Again, a false impression of my mom, she loves Lance to death, her favorite of all my boyfriends, but she saw how hard our break up was and knew it might happen again.
Of course, I swore I knew it wouldn't happen again and just talked about stupid stuff until she couldn't argue anymore and we got off the phone. It didn't make me change my mind but it brought up questions I had to answer before I saw Lance.
I opened the door to the hallway and stepped into the freezing air. Grabbing my shoulders and clinging my towel tighter to my body I headed for my room, across the family room and saw Lance waiting on the couch and Tara, laughing about something he said, in the recliner.
My mouth dropped (as did his, for different reasons I'm guessing, and Tara kept on laughing). I spun around to look at the clock hanging on the wall, of course, it was only 2:15. "Ummm, your early." I offered. "Ya well, I used to come over and watch you get ready, and I thought it would be fun to do again." he said blushing. He obviously knew I was in the shower because he was waiting for me, so why was he blushing? Good thing I didn't just walk to my room naked, not like I usually did. But if I just decided to start to, today would have been a really bad day to do so.
"Well, you can't watch me change." I said, and walked to my room. "I thought you'd be wearing clothes." he mumbled. I smiled at him as I shut the door. The beginning of our "day" as he so casually put it earlier on the phone, was already funny. The end seemed to hopefully only be better.
I ran across the room and threw on my underwear and bra and my adidas pants with a baggy white t-shirt. I turned on my radio to some local hits station and walked out the door.
Tara was gone and Lance was staring at the clock. For anyone who cares, he looked very nice wearing jeans and a gray shirt lined in black. "Let's try this again." I said. He looked over at me and smiled. "Hi."I said, walking closer. "Hey." he said back. We both stood there awkwardly, not sure of how to greet each other. Finally, he leaned over and lightly kissed my cheek. Pulling away, I grabbed his arm and walked to my room.
I shut the door and turned around. A vision of us from a while ago ran through my head. He came over to watch me get ready and was laying on my bed while I put on my make-up and he said something extremely sweet (corny, but sweet). So, as a joke I walked over and leaned towards my bed. He leaned over to kiss me and I pulled away a fraction of a cenimeter from his lips and he fell off the bed and onto the floor. He had a huge red bump in the middle of his forhead but insisted we still went out after taking 7 Tylonel's. So we walked down the beach with his forehead red, needless to say getting a lot of stares. It was actually a romantic gesture.
Coming out of my zone I burst out laughing. Lance who had only been looking around my room turned and looked at me quizzically and I explained it to him. He laughed also, but not as hard as me.
I walked over to my closet and started to fish through what I should wear while Lance sat down and started fishing through one of my magazine's. I threw my blue mini-skirt along with my blue and white striped shirt on the bed over my shoulder. "Watch where you throw those things!" Lance said. "I remember the pain of those hangers and I'm out of practice for dodging them."
I gave him my most playful smile and walked to my vanity and after blow drying my hair, started applying make-up. If I failed to mention it before, I've wanted to be a make-up artist, it's a passion that I've been forgeting. As I was putting on a bronze shade of blush my favorite song came on. "Hanging by a moment" by Lifehouse. Without even thinking I started singing to myself.
"I'm desperate for changing,
Starving for truth.
I'm closer than where I started,
I'm chasing after you.
I'm falling even more in love with you,
Letting go of all I've held onto.
I'm standing here until you make me move,
I'm hanging by a moment here with you."
I looked up in the music introlude and felt blood rush to my face. I didn't realize what I'd said until I thought about it. But when the words started up again we were both singing.
"Forgeting all I'm lacking,
Completely incomplete.
I'll take your invitation,
You take all of me.
Now I'm falling even more in love with you,
Lettin go of all I've held onto.
I'm standing here until you make me move,
I'm hanging by a moment here with you.
I'm living for the only thing I know,
I'm running and I crash nowhere to go.
And I don't know what I'm diving into,
Just hanging by a moment here with you.
There's nothing else to lose.
There's nothing else to fight.
There's nothing in the world,
That could change my mind.
There is nothing else.
There is nothing else.
There is nothing else.
I'm desperate for changing,
Starving for truth.
I'm closer than where I started,
I'm chasing after you.
I'm falling even more in love with you,
Letting go of all I've held onto.
I'm standing here until you make me move,
I'm hanging by a moment here with you.
I'm living for the only thing I know,
I'm running and I crash, nowhere to go.
And I don't know what I'm diving into,
Just hanging by a moment here with you.
Just hanging by a moment.
Hanging by a moment.
Hanging by a moment.
Hanging by a moment here with you."
At the end we both continued what we were doing, not that we ever stopped. I was always doing my make-up and he kept flipping through the magazine. Of course, during the song our eyes met a couple of times in the mirror, but that was it. But the song meant something. It was a subliminal message, or foreshadowing or me blowing everything out of proportion. Either way, I had to smile.
"Oh my god! Do girls actually where those!" Lance yelled pointing at a dress that was probably actual size...and it was smaller than my pinky. We both started cracking up.
