sugar crusted top of the baked good was gone, she no longer desired it, and she pushed the plate to the middle of the table.
“Lil-eeeeeee!” Abby groaned in disgust. “This is supposed to be changing our lives.”
“Fine, I’ll read like the Cliff Notes version. Then next month can we please go back to decent books?”
“These are good books, Lily! I don’t see anything you’ve written being up on the New York Times Bestseller lists.”
“True, my high school paper on John Adams doesn’t really qualify as riveting literature,” Lily admitted, slurping more of her drink. “You two read it and tell me about it.”
“Oh my God! You’re going to die a spinster if you don’t make some changes in your life!” Abby moaned, throwing her hands in the air in irritation.
“What’s wrong with that? I’m not just going to settle for some guy who lives in his mom’s basement or a douche just to have someone to sleep with at night. Charlie made me pay for dinner, and Harlow, well, Harlow was a bit too much crazy for my vanilla. Hey, my co-worker is trying to set me up with her brother.”
“A blind date? When?” Abby pounced on the news like a cat pouncing on a toy.
Laura followed suit, her brown eyes going wide. “Yeah, when?”
“This weekend sometime. Olivia didn’t work today, I’ll find out tomorrow.” Lily shrugged it off. It’s just a blind date. Good God.
“You have to look hot, Lily. None of this sloppy yoga pants and messy hair business. You have to look like a hot commodity, not a bargain bin reject.” Abby insisted, tossing back her silky blonde hair as she spoke.
Lily closed her eyes for a moment as her foot twitched inside her shoe. Schwing! A cocky smirk crossed her lips as she thought about Abby rolling around on the slightly sticky tile floor, holding her muff. Bargain bin reject that !
“Do you hear me, Lily?” Abby shrieked, garnering attention from all the patrons of the shop.
Lily stuck her finger in her ear. “I’m pretty sure whales in the deepest depths of the ocean heard you,” she snapped back. “You guys are taking this too far.”
“Lily, don’t you want to be married, have kids?” Laura asked.
“Sure, one day.” Lily sipped her Frappuccino.
“Well, honey, one day is going to pass you by real quickly if you don’t jump on the pony and ride,” Abby snarled. “Your clock is tick, tick, ticking!” Abby punctuated her point with stomping each time she said tick.
“Why in God’s name are you so freaking worried about me getting married?”
“Because, you’re the oldest, and it’s not like you exactly have a great life going for you. Hi, I’m Lily and I fold shirts for a living.” Abby laughed. “You have done nothing with your life. You didn’t go to college, your job sucks, and I’m determined to make sure that you actually find a boyfriend.”
Lily gasped as Abby’s callous barb dug deep into her heart. “I see,” she mumbled as she stood from her chair.
“Where are you going? Sit down so we can figure this out. We only have a precious amount of time, and you have to meet someone.”
“You know,” Lily started, slinging her purse over her shoulder, “my life might not be as ‘awesome’ as yours is, but I’m fairly happy with it. At least I thought I was until right now. Sorry I’m such a disappointment to the two of you. I won’t make you stay in the presence of someone with such a shitty life. See you round. Maybe.”
Tears filled her eyes and threatened to course down her cheeks as she threw open the door of the coffee shop and hurried out into the night. By the time she reached her car, she was a sobbing mess. Snot bubbled out of her nose, and she could barely see to drive, but somehow, she made it home.
I’ve always felt like they were better than me, and now I know they feel the same way. Well, screw them. I don’t need them. I can manage just fine on my own. I’m going to find a great guy. No Christian, no Harlow, no
“Lil-eeeeeee!” Abby groaned in disgust. “This is supposed to be changing our lives.”
“Fine, I’ll read like the Cliff Notes version. Then next month can we please go back to decent books?”
“These are good books, Lily! I don’t see anything you’ve written being up on the New York Times Bestseller lists.”
“True, my high school paper on John Adams doesn’t really qualify as riveting literature,” Lily admitted, slurping more of her drink. “You two read it and tell me about it.”
“Oh my God! You’re going to die a spinster if you don’t make some changes in your life!” Abby moaned, throwing her hands in the air in irritation.
“What’s wrong with that? I’m not just going to settle for some guy who lives in his mom’s basement or a douche just to have someone to sleep with at night. Charlie made me pay for dinner, and Harlow, well, Harlow was a bit too much crazy for my vanilla. Hey, my co-worker is trying to set me up with her brother.”
“A blind date? When?” Abby pounced on the news like a cat pouncing on a toy.
Laura followed suit, her brown eyes going wide. “Yeah, when?”
“This weekend sometime. Olivia didn’t work today, I’ll find out tomorrow.” Lily shrugged it off. It’s just a blind date. Good God.
“You have to look hot, Lily. None of this sloppy yoga pants and messy hair business. You have to look like a hot commodity, not a bargain bin reject.” Abby insisted, tossing back her silky blonde hair as she spoke.
Lily closed her eyes for a moment as her foot twitched inside her shoe. Schwing! A cocky smirk crossed her lips as she thought about Abby rolling around on the slightly sticky tile floor, holding her muff. Bargain bin reject that !
“Do you hear me, Lily?” Abby shrieked, garnering attention from all the patrons of the shop.
Lily stuck her finger in her ear. “I’m pretty sure whales in the deepest depths of the ocean heard you,” she snapped back. “You guys are taking this too far.”
“Lily, don’t you want to be married, have kids?” Laura asked.
“Sure, one day.” Lily sipped her Frappuccino.
“Well, honey, one day is going to pass you by real quickly if you don’t jump on the pony and ride,” Abby snarled. “Your clock is tick, tick, ticking!” Abby punctuated her point with stomping each time she said tick.
“Why in God’s name are you so freaking worried about me getting married?”
“Because, you’re the oldest, and it’s not like you exactly have a great life going for you. Hi, I’m Lily and I fold shirts for a living.” Abby laughed. “You have done nothing with your life. You didn’t go to college, your job sucks, and I’m determined to make sure that you actually find a boyfriend.”
Lily gasped as Abby’s callous barb dug deep into her heart. “I see,” she mumbled as she stood from her chair.
“Where are you going? Sit down so we can figure this out. We only have a precious amount of time, and you have to meet someone.”
“You know,” Lily started, slinging her purse over her shoulder, “my life might not be as ‘awesome’ as yours is, but I’m fairly happy with it. At least I thought I was until right now. Sorry I’m such a disappointment to the two of you. I won’t make you stay in the presence of someone with such a shitty life. See you round. Maybe.”
Tears filled her eyes and threatened to course down her cheeks as she threw open the door of the coffee shop and hurried out into the night. By the time she reached her car, she was a sobbing mess. Snot bubbled out of her nose, and she could barely see to drive, but somehow, she made it home.
I’ve always felt like they were better than me, and now I know they feel the same way. Well, screw them. I don’t need them. I can manage just fine on my own. I’m going to find a great guy. No Christian, no Harlow, no
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