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A Story of Dedication to Those I Love
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I walked back into work with a smile on my face that could replace all the burned out bulbs in the store. I’m never that happy at work, so needless to say they were giving me some strange looks. Jey had gone home, and now Diana was here.
“Who on earth was that cute guy you left with?” She asked me. I laughed and said,
“Oh you were here?” She nodded inquisitively. “That was Justin Roman.”
“Wait wait wait….I thought he looked familiar! You mean that was Justin from Vi3?” I smiled.
“Yes, that was him. He’s a friend of mine.”
“Oh my god girl, you are so lucky!” She squealed.
“Shh. Not so loud! Someone may want to beat me up now!” I giggled. We ended our conversation there. I didn’t tell her about tomorrow. In fact, I didn’t tell anyone all night. I was too excited. When I finally left to go home, I checked my messages, and there was one from Rachel.
“Hey Mya, it’s Rachel, I just wanted to see what you were up to tomorrow because we were wondering if you wanted to just come over and see all the pictures from the show sometime tomorrow. Give me a call when you get this. Bye!” I thought about how much time I would possibly have tomorrow before I had to meet Justin. I realized it wasn’t that much, so I decided I should call her back and let her know that I wouldn’t be able to make it. I left her a message just saying that I had somewhere to be and that I wouldn’t be able to make it out there. I felt bad for not telling her where I was going, but I just wasn’t sure if I should. I’d tell her eventually. In fact, for right now I wasn’t going to tell anyone.
I finally got to the driveway of my house and coasted down the snowy driveway to my garage. It was cold out and I didn’t want to get out of the car, but I knew it was warmer inside underneath the covers of my bed, so I rushed out of the car and into the house. Everyone was asleep and every light was left on in the house. Yep. I’m definitely home. I ran through the house, turning off all of the lights, and I noticed that there was a message for me on the refrigerator.
“Melissa, if you’re home tomorrow, I need you to take Carrie to her friend’s house because I’ll be out all day. Let me know in the morning.” Ha-ha, no way was I going to be here to drive my little sister around. I would be elsewhere. So I left her a message back that said “sorry, I’ll be out to lunch. Try the brother.” After turning off the kitchen light, I went upstairs and went to sleep. It felt good to lie down, and I must have fallen asleep as soon as I hit the pillow.
I awoke to the sound of my brother playing the piano. I thought to myself, “God dammit Bobby can’t you wait until I’m actually awake?” He was practicing his Christmas music so he could annoy anyone that came in the door. Why he felt the need to do this at 10:00am every morning was beyond me. There was no use in going back to sleep, because with my mom doing dishes in the kitchen, Bobby playing the piano and my sister Carrie vacuuming the living room, it was absolutely pointless. I decided just to lie there for a while. That is, until it occurred to me what I was going to be doing today. I had looked at the picture on the wall above my bed, and I saw Vi3 staring back at me. I smiled and arose out of bed. I heard my mom yell my name. How does she always know the exact second I wake up? She’s a mother. Should I even ask more? I rolled my eyes and yelled back.
“Where are you going today that you can’t drive your sister?” She yelled. I walked out of my room and went down the two flights of stairs to the kitchen.
“I’m going out to lunch with a friend, and then I’m probably just going to hang out after that.”
“Oh, what friend is this? Sam? Rachel? Who?” She asked.
“No, none of them. It’s actually Justin.”
“Oh, I see. Well then, don’t worry about it. I’ll make Bobby do it.” She replied. I heard Bobby yell back,
“But mom I don’t want to be her chauffeur! I don’t have time!” My mom argued that his grades weren’t great last semester and that he would be doing anything she asked him to be doing at this point. I just laughed. Thank god I was always a good student. I glanced at the clock on the oven, and I noticed that it was only 10:15. I still had tons of time before I had to be anywhere. I decided that now would be the perfect opportunity to pick out something to wear today. I sat in my room for a bit, staring at all of my clothes that were lining the closet. From my bed, an outfit struck my eye, and I just decided to go with it because it looked hella warm and hella comfortable. Not to mention I knew it made me look cute…but that’s beside the point. (Well, not really…) I went downstairs to take a nice hot shower. It felt good because my house was so cold. I swear, to this day my mother has not turned up the heat enough. And we end up freezing anyway. Nevertheless, of course, just as I was finishing my shower and thinking about just sitting in there to enjoy the heat, we ran out of hot water. It figured. So instead, I got out of the shower and just sat in the steamed bathroom for a moment, until it got colder in there.
Twenty minutes later, I had put on my outfit for the day, combed out my wet hair, put a little makeup on and was just about to dry my hair. I thought about how today would go as the heat from the hair dryer frizzed out my hair. As I switched from dryer to straightener, I thought even more about it. It seemed like everything I could think of was going to go perfect. Moreover, that was what I had hoped. Wouldn’t you?
I finished styling my hair in record time, and I checked myself in the mirror once again. And then I checked my watch. It was nearing noon already, so I decided to just hang around the house until about 12:45. That would give me enough time to get there a little bit early, but not too early. I went downstairs and was greeted by the sound of my brother still arguing with my mom. I looked to my sister who was now sitting at the piano, and she looked back at me. I gave her the “what’s his problem” look.
“Still the same thing. He’s arguing about grades again.”
“Oh. I see.” I swear that was my brother’s trademark. His grades were the most notorious thing about him in our family. I felt bad because he always got picked on for it and “encouraged” by other family members as some “helpful advice” but hey, it was his fault. So I just laughed. Carrie smiled and said,
“See Bobby, it pays to be a good student.” She said it under her breath, but he heard her.
“Shut up stupid!” He yelled back.
“Don’t call me stupid!”
“I said shut up before I beat you up stupid!” He was still yelling. Carrie and I were both smiling and laughing. We thought this whole thing was funny. He apparently didn’t.
“Robert, stop calling your sister stupid! She’s not the one who got three D’s!” My mom interrupted. “If anyone is stupid…” she said. At that, I bust out laughing and walked away. God it was great to be home again. I went upstairs and worked on a drawing I had started to kill time. It was a portrait of all the guys; a poster sized one. It was turning out pretty good so far, and I was getting all excited about it. So excited that the next time I looked at my clock, it said 1:05. Great. I was running late already. I gathered all of my stuff together and bolted out the door.
“Call me when you’re on your way home!” My mom yelled to me as I was walking out the door. I hopped in the car and flew out of the driveway. My drive wasn’t bad, just a little bit of traffic here and there. Nothing a little screaming at the stopped cars couldn’t fix. I had my radio on full blast and just as I was nearing the restaurant, “Eyes Closed So Tight” came on the radio. I hadn’t heard this song on the radio in a long time, and as I pulled into my parking spot, it was still playing. I didn’t leave my car until it finished.
“…I’m still missing you….Damn. Some things will never change.” Smiling, I got out of the car, bracing the cold, and I walked inside quickly. I hated the cold. I sat myself at a table in a dim corner of the restaurant. It was just about 2:00 now. I waited patiently at the table for about thirty minutes; hoping that he wasn’t going to stand me up and embarrass me. Minutes passed by, and I watched the door, waiting for him to pick me out of the crowd and walk towards me with a smile. I was starting to get nervous when I looked away for a second and looked back. I saw a tall, thin figure strolling towards me with a smile. I stood up to greet him, smiling back.
“I’m so sorry I’m late! Traffic was horrible!” He said, giving me a big hug.
“Oh, hun it’s alright. I figured that’s what happened.” I hugged him back and sat down. He sat across from me in the dimly lit corner of the restaurant, and smiled.
“So.” He said. “How long have you been waiting? Hopefully not too long!”
“Oh, about ten minutes. Not too long.”I said, lying a little bit.
“That’s good.” We carried on mindless conversation about anything and everything until we came to an awkward silence. We both just sat for a second, until he looked up at me and smiled.
