accident.
I remembered my parents were speaking, and my mother rubbed my father’s thigh lovingly while they shared a look of admiration and love. I could never forget that moment, which was exactly the reason why I’ve been waiting for true love. So, why couldn’t I feel anything? I sighed inwardly and put my head on Xavier’s shoulder. I could get used to this, right?
Our waitress Mavis came and took our orders. I’ve known Mavis for as long as I could remember, even when just visiting the coast, yet she never changed. She was a thin, petite woman who wore a blue and white uniform which was impeccably pressed.
Yet, it was her wrinkled face and dark brown eyes that always made me smile. I couldn’t help but smile, but whether it was the rouge on her cheeks that was applied too heavily, or the bright pink lipstick that was often caked on her yellowing teeth, I wasn’t certain. Then again it could be her lavender hair. She had started to go grey, but in her attempt to keep her hair black, as the color washed, it actually faded into hues of lavender. If that wasn’t enough, it could be the fact that she was so tan as if she were basting herself in butter.
“My’… mind coming with me to the rest room?” Diana asked, but something told me she wanted to talk.
“Sure,” I replied.
She slid out along with the Asshole. I was sliding but had trouble standing because the vinyl seat was stuck to my thighs. The Asshole politely offered his hand, and I begrudgingly accepted. The electricity tore through my body like wildfire.
There was no denying the truth. We had a connection, no matter how dysfunctional this was. I peered into his gorgeous eyes and swallowed the lump in my throat.
Yup, I’m totally screwed!
We walked through the diner; there was a group of men watching as we passed by. One in particular smelled of stale cigarettes and coffee. He had a scruffy, graying beard with greasy hair stuffed under a trucker hat, potbelly with stained white wife beater, and greasy, holey jeans.
As we approached the restroom door, I heard him blow a kiss. I turned around, and he had spread his thin lips to expose a toothless grin. I couldn’t fight the bile that rose in the back of my throat. We went into the fifties styled bathroom, decorated with subway tiles on the walls and peach paint. It reminded of the Peach Pit from 90210 reruns I used to watch.
“Isn’t he gorgeous?” Diana gushed, and I cringed.
“I guess.” I shrugged
“What? How can you not want to rip his clothes off?”
“What? Oh—,” I realized she was talking about Xavier and not the Asshole. My face was burning. “Yeah he is hot, and very sweet.”
Unlike someone else I know.
“Oh come off it Mylie, you were talking about James.”
Huh?
“Who?”
“Oh my Gosh! You have it so bad you are acting like you don’t even know his name.”
“Am not and that’s not his name.”
“Then what is it?” She propped her hands on her slim hips and tapped her pump.
“It’s ASSHOLE!” She flinched, and I immediately felt horrible.
“THE Asshole?” She gasped, but her eyes said something else entirely.
“You knew! You brought him here on purpose! How could you?” I yelled.
I was pacing, but the clicking of my stilettos was driving me mad. The nerve of the woman! It was one thing to play love doctor to the wonderful people of Pointe Hope, who were in denial that they really were, in fact, freaks. But now she was meddling in my life! I wouldn’t have it!
“Yes I knew, but I have a reason––,” she started to say, but I quickly cut her off.
“I don’t want to hear it. There is no excuse that you could possibly come up with that would make me forgive you for this! He hurt me! He made me feel ridiculed when he spoke of my parents and never apologized. He fought my brother, and after this afternoon, I can’t look at him in the face. Lastly, the son of bitch was a complete asshole to me at tea and then you bring him here! I
I remembered my parents were speaking, and my mother rubbed my father’s thigh lovingly while they shared a look of admiration and love. I could never forget that moment, which was exactly the reason why I’ve been waiting for true love. So, why couldn’t I feel anything? I sighed inwardly and put my head on Xavier’s shoulder. I could get used to this, right?
Our waitress Mavis came and took our orders. I’ve known Mavis for as long as I could remember, even when just visiting the coast, yet she never changed. She was a thin, petite woman who wore a blue and white uniform which was impeccably pressed.
Yet, it was her wrinkled face and dark brown eyes that always made me smile. I couldn’t help but smile, but whether it was the rouge on her cheeks that was applied too heavily, or the bright pink lipstick that was often caked on her yellowing teeth, I wasn’t certain. Then again it could be her lavender hair. She had started to go grey, but in her attempt to keep her hair black, as the color washed, it actually faded into hues of lavender. If that wasn’t enough, it could be the fact that she was so tan as if she were basting herself in butter.
“My’… mind coming with me to the rest room?” Diana asked, but something told me she wanted to talk.
“Sure,” I replied.
She slid out along with the Asshole. I was sliding but had trouble standing because the vinyl seat was stuck to my thighs. The Asshole politely offered his hand, and I begrudgingly accepted. The electricity tore through my body like wildfire.
There was no denying the truth. We had a connection, no matter how dysfunctional this was. I peered into his gorgeous eyes and swallowed the lump in my throat.
Yup, I’m totally screwed!
We walked through the diner; there was a group of men watching as we passed by. One in particular smelled of stale cigarettes and coffee. He had a scruffy, graying beard with greasy hair stuffed under a trucker hat, potbelly with stained white wife beater, and greasy, holey jeans.
As we approached the restroom door, I heard him blow a kiss. I turned around, and he had spread his thin lips to expose a toothless grin. I couldn’t fight the bile that rose in the back of my throat. We went into the fifties styled bathroom, decorated with subway tiles on the walls and peach paint. It reminded of the Peach Pit from 90210 reruns I used to watch.
“Isn’t he gorgeous?” Diana gushed, and I cringed.
“I guess.” I shrugged
“What? How can you not want to rip his clothes off?”
“What? Oh—,” I realized she was talking about Xavier and not the Asshole. My face was burning. “Yeah he is hot, and very sweet.”
Unlike someone else I know.
“Oh come off it Mylie, you were talking about James.”
Huh?
“Who?”
“Oh my Gosh! You have it so bad you are acting like you don’t even know his name.”
“Am not and that’s not his name.”
“Then what is it?” She propped her hands on her slim hips and tapped her pump.
“It’s ASSHOLE!” She flinched, and I immediately felt horrible.
“THE Asshole?” She gasped, but her eyes said something else entirely.
“You knew! You brought him here on purpose! How could you?” I yelled.
I was pacing, but the clicking of my stilettos was driving me mad. The nerve of the woman! It was one thing to play love doctor to the wonderful people of Pointe Hope, who were in denial that they really were, in fact, freaks. But now she was meddling in my life! I wouldn’t have it!
“Yes I knew, but I have a reason––,” she started to say, but I quickly cut her off.
“I don’t want to hear it. There is no excuse that you could possibly come up with that would make me forgive you for this! He hurt me! He made me feel ridiculed when he spoke of my parents and never apologized. He fought my brother, and after this afternoon, I can’t look at him in the face. Lastly, the son of bitch was a complete asshole to me at tea and then you bring him here! I
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