Two Kids, No Consequences
The Same Old Routine
I lie in bed tangled in John's arms and legs, cuddling close to him. We sat in silence as we caught our breath and let our heartrate settle down. We had just had another perfect love making session, and I was ready to get my cuddle on.
"Babe I gotta get out of here. The guys are waiting for me to go out tonight." John said as he quickly kissed my forehead, untangled himself from me, and started to put on his boxers.
"Again?" I moan, trying to pull him back into bed. "I feel like they kidnap you almost every night. Are you sure you don't want to stay in and watch some movies? We can order a pizza."
"Nah, I haven't seen them since Sunday. Besides, you had me for 2 hours. We could've watched a movie then." John says as he tugs on his shirt.
"You realize it's Monday, right? It's been a whole 24 hours. And besides, as soon as you got here you jumped me, making it damn clear you wanted sex. I didn't want to shut you down." I remind him.
"Stop it Diana. I'm leaving now ok? Just keep yourself entertained and don't wait up for me. You'll be up way too late. Love you." He says and quickly kisses me, darting out of my room.
I groan and sit up and bed, looking for my phone. I finally find it and see that I have 4% battery. Great. Oh well, I didn't feel like texting anyone anyway. I dig through my comforter trying to find the remote for the TV. I look around my room from the safety of my bed and see it next to my door. Reluctantly, I get up and decide I might as well start my night. I take my phone with me and put it on the charger in my bathroom and put the remote on my bedstand. I grab a robe and walk into the kitchen, looking for chocolate and ice cream. And of course, to make this day even better, I have neither. I run back to my room and get dressed in some sweats and a tank top and quickly tying my hair up into a knappy pony tail.
I look in the mirror at my boring brown hair and shake my head in disgust. What happened to me? I used to be so adventurous and exotic, now I am just what John wants me to be. His little itty bitty brunette who goes to college, holds a steady job, and waits around all night for the guy who has been consistantly boring for two years. Granted, John has great qualities. He tries to help me succeed in life, he takes care of me when I need him, and we rarely fight. We get along like best friends, but I'm starting to get tired of the same old routine. Not to mention his annoying alcoholic friends that take him from me almost every night.
I quickly grab my keys and phone and drive my Kia Sonata down to the CVS for some much needed junk food. I browse the aisles looking for the fattiest most comforting food. I grab 2 boxes of Hot Tamales, a bag of Skittles, 2 bags of Reese's, and a Ben and Jerry's Phish Food ice cream. Crap I need razors too. As I search for the razors, I come across the hair dye section. I look at all the women on the boxes. They all look so happy to have such boring colored hair. Blonde, brown, black, who the hell cares. You all look the same to me. I hurry down to the razor aisle, grab a box, and get to the checkout. I look at the back wall of cigarettes. I see a pink box of Camel's and am immediately intrigued. I am not much of a smoker myself, but I do love the color pink. Why the hell not. It's not like John will be home any time soon.
"Can I please get a box of those pink Camel's?" I say sweetly to the cashier.
She gives me a look like aren't you a little too good of a girl for these? I ignore her look and gesture to the box. She rings them up and asks for ID. It never gets old. Everyone always thinks I look about 16 when in reality I am 20, 21 in just a few weeks. I grab a lighter quickly realizing I never needed one before. I pick pink, of course.
I trot out of the store, feeling rebelious and lightheaded. My hands shake with excitement as I roll down the window of my car, light up a cigarette, and inhale. Immediately, I am repulsed, and at the same time, intrigued. It gives me a little fuzzy feeling inside, but tastes like dirt. I finish the cigarette on my way home and throw the bud in the neighbors yard so John doesn't find it.
As I go inside, I realize how ridiculous it is that at the age of 20, I am hiding the fact that I smoked a cigarette. God forbid I need a little escape. I quickly hide the pack and lighter in a shoe in my closet and put the ice cream in the freezer. I decide to take a shower so I have the smell of cigarettes completely off of me.
I strip down and look at myself in the mirror, pretty disgusted. I love my body, my tummy is flat, yet I have curves. As a teenager, I always wanted belly piercings, hip piercings, and endless ear piercings. All I have are my ears double pierced. Lame.
I finish up my shower and grabbed all my junk food, 2 water bottles, phone, phone charger, and my favorite movie How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days. About halfway through the movie, and 3/4 of the way through my ice cream carton, I pass out from exhaustion.
"Babe I gotta get out of here. The guys are waiting for me to go out tonight." John said as he quickly kissed my forehead, untangled himself from me, and started to put on his boxers.
"Again?" I moan, trying to pull him back into bed. "I feel like they kidnap you almost every night. Are you sure you don't want to stay in and watch some movies? We can order a pizza."
"Nah, I haven't seen them since Sunday. Besides, you had me for 2 hours. We could've watched a movie then." John says as he tugs on his shirt.
"You realize it's Monday, right? It's been a whole 24 hours. And besides, as soon as you got here you jumped me, making it damn clear you wanted sex. I didn't want to shut you down." I remind him.
"Stop it Diana. I'm leaving now ok? Just keep yourself entertained and don't wait up for me. You'll be up way too late. Love you." He says and quickly kisses me, darting out of my room.
I groan and sit up and bed, looking for my phone. I finally find it and see that I have 4% battery. Great. Oh well, I didn't feel like texting anyone anyway. I dig through my comforter trying to find the remote for the TV. I look around my room from the safety of my bed and see it next to my door. Reluctantly, I get up and decide I might as well start my night. I take my phone with me and put it on the charger in my bathroom and put the remote on my bedstand. I grab a robe and walk into the kitchen, looking for chocolate and ice cream. And of course, to make this day even better, I have neither. I run back to my room and get dressed in some sweats and a tank top and quickly tying my hair up into a knappy pony tail.
I look in the mirror at my boring brown hair and shake my head in disgust. What happened to me? I used to be so adventurous and exotic, now I am just what John wants me to be. His little itty bitty brunette who goes to college, holds a steady job, and waits around all night for the guy who has been consistantly boring for two years. Granted, John has great qualities. He tries to help me succeed in life, he takes care of me when I need him, and we rarely fight. We get along like best friends, but I'm starting to get tired of the same old routine. Not to mention his annoying alcoholic friends that take him from me almost every night.
I quickly grab my keys and phone and drive my Kia Sonata down to the CVS for some much needed junk food. I browse the aisles looking for the fattiest most comforting food. I grab 2 boxes of Hot Tamales, a bag of Skittles, 2 bags of Reese's, and a Ben and Jerry's Phish Food ice cream. Crap I need razors too. As I search for the razors, I come across the hair dye section. I look at all the women on the boxes. They all look so happy to have such boring colored hair. Blonde, brown, black, who the hell cares. You all look the same to me. I hurry down to the razor aisle, grab a box, and get to the checkout. I look at the back wall of cigarettes. I see a pink box of Camel's and am immediately intrigued. I am not much of a smoker myself, but I do love the color pink. Why the hell not. It's not like John will be home any time soon.
"Can I please get a box of those pink Camel's?" I say sweetly to the cashier.
She gives me a look like aren't you a little too good of a girl for these? I ignore her look and gesture to the box. She rings them up and asks for ID. It never gets old. Everyone always thinks I look about 16 when in reality I am 20, 21 in just a few weeks. I grab a lighter quickly realizing I never needed one before. I pick pink, of course.
I trot out of the store, feeling rebelious and lightheaded. My hands shake with excitement as I roll down the window of my car, light up a cigarette, and inhale. Immediately, I am repulsed, and at the same time, intrigued. It gives me a little fuzzy feeling inside, but tastes like dirt. I finish the cigarette on my way home and throw the bud in the neighbors yard so John doesn't find it.
As I go inside, I realize how ridiculous it is that at the age of 20, I am hiding the fact that I smoked a cigarette. God forbid I need a little escape. I quickly hide the pack and lighter in a shoe in my closet and put the ice cream in the freezer. I decide to take a shower so I have the smell of cigarettes completely off of me.
I strip down and look at myself in the mirror, pretty disgusted. I love my body, my tummy is flat, yet I have curves. As a teenager, I always wanted belly piercings, hip piercings, and endless ear piercings. All I have are my ears double pierced. Lame.
I finish up my shower and grabbed all my junk food, 2 water bottles, phone, phone charger, and my favorite movie How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days. About halfway through the movie, and 3/4 of the way through my ice cream carton, I pass out from exhaustion.
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5/23/13