Gender: Female Age: Secret Location: Not Of Your World.
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"Ack!" I looked up from my book, over to Sarah; laying on the floor, on her back. "Ow..." She said, sitting up and rubbing the back of her head. "Sarah, you're such the klutz." Closing my book, I got up from my chair, that sat by the fire place, and walked over to her. "S-sorry Cherry," She said, tearing up. "I was trying to put up the books and tripped over my skirt," She sniffed. I couldn't help but laugh. "I don't see why you insist on wearing long skirts in the first place." I replied, leaning over to look at the back of her head. Possibly a small bruise, I thought to myself. But nothing more. "But why bother picking up my mess any ways?" I asked, leaning back to look at her.
"Honestly!" She exclaimed. "How do you expect to have anybody over and them not thinking 'what a mess'?" She pouted, starting to pick up the books and stuff she dropped and knocked over. I sighed, setting my book aside and helping her. "You should know by now," I stated, "I have no intentions having anybody in my room. You, is one thing. Anybody else, not so much." I paused, reaching over to grab a book beside her. "Having guests over in the living room or kitchen or --" Sarah's up raised hand cut me off. "Okay, I get that -- but what about boys?" She asked, adding emphasizes on 'boys'." Do you not plan to have a boy over and have a romantic evening. With candle's and wine and flowers?" Sarah said, all dream like. I looked at her a moment, raising a delicate eyebrow at her silly romantic dreams. "No, Sarah, I don't." The look on her face -- priceless. Her mouth dropped and eyes widened as if someone slapped her. Heh, I wish I had a camera.
"Cherry, out of all the girls I've met, I have to say: You. Are. Crazy."
"Because I don't care for romantic dreams?"
"No -- because I don't ever see you date or hear you say a boys cute -- let alone, look at one!"
I sighed, not really caring for where this conversation is heading. Holding the books in my hands, I stood up, walking to the bookcase. "Well... what's wrong with that?" I asked, putting the books up. "Because it's not normal!" Sarah said, following me to the bookcase with her own stack of books. She glanced at me, waiting for my reply. But I didn't give any, remaining silent and shrugged. She sighed audibly putting up the books she was holding.
"Look," She said as she finished putting the books up then turning to look at me. "You're very pretty and it's obvious you and everyone knows that. A bunch of boys at school likes and/or have crushes on you." She paused, tilting her head thoughtfully. "But, yet, you treat them as you would anybody you meet for the first time or you're friends."
Putting the last book in my hand up, I looked at her.
"So... What is it? Are you scared, shy, nervous, inexperience with relationships?" I laughed out loud from the look on her face. "I'm being serious, Cherry!" She said as she followed me to gather the rest of the mess she made. "I know, I know. And that's why I'm laughing. You're so serious about this boy-romantic-love stuff."
"Of course I am, I just can't help seeing my friend not with a boy and wanting to get married and have kids and --" She stopped and looked at me slyly. I looked at her, confused. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, not liking the mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all." She grinned, stacking some papers together. I narrowed my eyes looking at her.
"Is it that... You're a virgin?"
"Wha -- no. Of course not." I said, momentarily taken aback. Far from it, actually. But I'll keep that to myself.
"Then what is it? I know your parent's couldn't possibly have made you this way or set such an example."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean: You're parents are madly in love, everyone sees it and lots are jealous of it. Always trying to get you to meet boys and saying how they can't wait to have grandchildren. So what is it?" I sighed. "Sarah... We have had this conversation numerous times and I --" She cut me off. "Yeah, yeah, yeah -- 'I don't want to hear it'. I get it. But I know there's more to it then you're letting on. Is it because you're a tomboy and you find it awkward?"
"Why figure it's because I'm a tomboy? I never said anything like that." I shook my head, rubbing my temples. Boy this is giving me a headache. "I just don't care for dating or anything. To me: It's a waste of time." I stood up and put a stack of papers on the table. "How can you say that?" Sarah said, looking at me with such shock on her pretty face, I 'bout started to laugh. Instead, I took a deep breath, smiled, and as nice as I can, without it sounding offensive or hurtful, said, "Sarah, why worry of my love life and not yours?" She lowered her eyes at me.
"Nice try but you're not changing the subject this time. Besides, I have bad luck when it comes to love, you know that." I sighed, pushing my bangs out of my face glancing toward my window. It was ten o'clock and the moon was out. No clouds in sight so the stars could be seen perfectly. I looked at Sarah. She was very pretty. Heart shaped face, round baby blue eyes, reddish-brown hair that came an inch or two above her waist, cute freckles that danced across her nose, 5'3, and weighed about 120 pounds. So it's not so much that she 'has bad luck with love', just bad luck choosing the right guys. Asshole's who I had to kick their asses later for hurting her.
"Cherry, I hate it when you stare at me like that." She stated, between pursed lips.
"Sorry." I paused. "Look, Sarah, I know you're just worried and what-not. But I don't see what's the point of it all."
"The point is --" I held up a finger at her, cutting her off. "I know what you were about to say. That 'To be happy and loved and live happily ever after, blah blah blah'. But, like I said: I think it's a waist of time. Everything comes with a price -- even so called love. I don't want to fall in love 'cause people tend to get emotional. And you know I hate that, just by watching you, and others I care for, cry over heartache and pain." She opened her mouth to say something, but I hurried on. "Then you have to deal with, not always, but a hit and run. And the other saying 'it's not you, it's me' or 'it just wasn't working' or 'we were only having fun'. Plus, the stupid shit that happens on the side. Or some fucked up situation comes along."
"So that's it? That's why you don't date?"
"No. Because I have a job. And with that job, I can't afford to get emotionally involved. I can't let emotions take hold of me and get in the way of my better judgement. I can't let jealousy drive me to madness, Sarah."
"But you, yourself, said you can't get jealous."
"No, I said I don't get jealous. And I don't think it's possible. But it doesn't mean it can't or it wont happen."
Sarah stood there quiet a moment, staring at me. I can practically see the wheels in her head turning as she thought and knew what I said was true. She sighed and nodded slightly. "Yeah, you're right. I keep forgetting your job." Even though she smiled at me, I knew she was upset with herself. "Sarah I --"
"No, Cherry, you're right." She blinked several times to keep the water that glistened in her eyes from spilling over. "I'm just worried that you're never or ever will be happy. I want all my friends to be happy. And you like you're job. Not only like it, but good at it."
"But, Sarah, I am happy. If I wasn't, I wouldn't be here having this conversation with you. I'll be here having a different conversation about how depressed I am." I said, grinning at her. She laughed at that. "That would be a silly sight." I nodded. "Yeah, it wold." At that moment, Sarah's ringtone, Romeo and Juliet by S.O.A.P., went off. She grabbed her bag and took her phone out. Flipping it opened, she read the text and replied.
"I gotta get home. Mom say's Sweetie is about to have her babies." She smiled brightly at me. Sweetie's her big fluffy cat. "Congrats. I hadn't realized it was that time already." She smiled and nodded as she grabbed her jacket, bag, and car keys. "Yup, I'm so excited!" I smiled at her as I opened my bedroom door. "I'll walk with you to your car."
She walked out the room as I followed, shutting the door behind me. We talked about what the kittens would look like and rather or not who was the father as we walked down the hall and down the stairs. She even suggested I take in one of the kitten's. I told her I'd think about it as we walked up to my parents. They asked me, 'think about what' and Sarah told them the news. They said it was cute and that they wouldn't mind having one (or two). One for them and one for me. She said she'll let us come and pick the two out after six to eight weeks. After that, she said goodnight to my parents and we headed for the door. We walked outside as she brought up the hallowing party her cousins boyfriend is hosting in two weeks. And how her Cousin, Marla, said her boyfriend could invite us. She got in her car and rolled down the window.
"So you wanna go?
"I'll try but I can't promise anything."
"Well, that's better than nothing."
We laughed at that. One problem with my job is having to cancel things or try to keep from making plans, since I never know what's gonna pop up and if I have go take care of something. I'm just a dog, same with anyone who does what I do, for the business. Doing their dirty work. "Say hey to your parents and give Sweetie a hug for me." I said. "Don't worry, I will. And you should come by sometime, they miss you." She replied, smiling and starting her car. She rolled up the window and waved at me as I took a step back, when she started backing out.
I watched as she pulled out of the driveway and went down the road and turned the corner. I turned and walked back up to the porch. I walked up the steps and inside shutting the door behind me. I walked over to the stairs and was about to head back to my room when mom called me.
"Honey, can you come here a minute?"
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