I have always been a person very glad about returning back home from work but on this particular Tuesday, I wished the time would've ticked a lot slower so I wouldn't have left from work this soon. I was currently back home from an amazing stressfree day at work as our Boss miraculously didn't show up for reasons I cared little to nothing about but only hoped that it could go on for the rest of the week.It is the Tuesday for my stupid drive out with Ralph and I've been dreading it since after receiving his stupid reminder text at the restaurant with Brittany yesterday. I still haven't forgiven mom for giving him my number though.I seriously see no point in all of this. He's grown enough to find his own way around town. Mom thinks it's a way to bring us both to agreeable terms before the wedding officially unites us as a family but I think it's just his own way of trying to test my patience.It's gonna be just us this time so one wrong move from him and I swear I'm gonna smack him
A dark yellow button down long sleeve shirt and loose cooperate Maroon pants is probably a terrible and weird color combination but that didn't stop me at all when I got to work dressed in that and crowned my entire appearance up with matching yellow pumps and my handbag a different shade of the same color. Not my best look but it also wasn't my best day. I literally woke up exhausted and very much dreaded the whole day at the office awaiting me while I was stuck in the early morning city traffic for over Twenty minutesWhen I reached the office and walked towards the elevator that would take me to the top floor where my office was fixated, I thought to myself how I should've listened to Mom and changed my outfit. Maybe I wouldn't have attracted these weird and judgemental glares from almost everyone that looked in my direction."How did your drive out go last night?" An eager Brittany jumped in my face in questioning just the exact moment I stepped into the office we both shared."Y
Time can really be Tricky. Days flew by within the twinkling of an eye and Mom's Big day was already staring me right in the face.The previous week has been plainly busy for me especially as I had to juggle between my job and Preparations for the wedding. And it might although sound unbelievable given that we all are in one way or another involved in the wedding, I seriously haven't been seeing more of Ralph. It's like he vanished since our drive out night and no one is saying anything about him. Probably because I didn't ask anyone about him but still..... I even sat right through the First rehearsal dinner on Monday (not that I went so I could see him) but he wasn't present there and ever since then, everyone had just been so caught up in one thing or the other. We all were working towards the same thing from different angles till it all met right at the center of perfection this Morning which happens to be their actual wedding day.Seeing my Mom get the wedding jitters was kind
It was indeed a very long day yesterday and just shortly after I got out of bed this morning, Mom and Her new husband left on a Two week Honeymoon vacation out of the country entirely.Leaving me all to myself in the house but my moment of loneliness didn't last for long because few minutes after I left back for my room not too long after waving them both goodbye, the front door bell rang. Hissing loudly as I grumbled and kicked off the covers, I lazily strolled over to my window still clad in my oversized pyjamas which were the only thing my mildly drunk and tired self could grab hold of last night after the almost all night long party.Reaching my window which I used as my very own spy watch tower most of the time, I slowly drew open the tall white curtains hanging from high up the window to a circular tiny size only large enough to accommodate my face I pushed forward for a clearer view of the frontage I could see almost vividly from my room.I could clearly sight two vehicles. On
We spent hours unpacking and giving his new room a face lift while having very comfortable and random conversations about very little details of our childhood and growing up days.It was all casual and fun until I actually grew tired and left him to paste his what I term ridiculous large stickers of rockstars on one part of the room he set aside as his 'music space' while I sauntered into my room and shut the door close.Now, that wasn't so bad. It's safe to say, we were both on to a good start.At this rate, we're gonna be perfect housemates. We really wouldn't have any much trouble living in the same house.It was almost mid way through noon and I hadn't even had anything to eat yet. I was just as hungry as I was tired and although the journey down the stairs wasn't one I was willing to take, my growling stomach had its own ideas.In about three minutes of slow and steady sluggish walk down the stairs and all the way to the kitchen, I eventually reached the refrigerator that looke
New lesson learnt.A cold shower is the key solution to unwanted day dreamings. You should definitely try it out.I was almost freezing to death when I left the bathroom but it was completely worth it. My mind was totally far from Ralph and mostly on finding warmth from somewhere that is definitely not his body.I snatched up my covers and threw it over my head from behind then held it in place just underneath my chin with both my hands while I just sat there at the edge of my bed blinking into space.After several minutes of just seating in that position, my eyes zeroed in on a little part of something I could see from beneath the bottom drawer attached to my vanity table.Since I couldn't curtail my natural curiosity and itchy fingers that were bugging me to go see what's underneath there, I stood up grumbling and let my covers drag behind me like a super hero cape as I journeyed towards the opposite end of my room where my vanity table stood then I dropped down to my knees to the
Ralph's P . O . VFor me, growing up as a boy with just my dad wasn't exactly a sad life. I actually do love my mom so much although i barely even remember anything much about her since I was still little when she passed but Dad was always there to make sure she wasn't in any way missed.I haven't really been the good and obedient kid any father would want but he has literally been there for me all my life and that was the main reason I more than anything wanted to support his decision to get married again after all these years.If for anything, he deserves to be happy. And after meeting Zoe, I think she's really cool and will make a great wife for my dad but that isn't even the best part.Her daughter, Jordan is.When Zoe showed me photos of her daughter, I grew weary of the thought of having to be a "protective big brother" to whom I thought to be a high school nerd not until that night at dinner where I met a goddess up in her room.Her bright hazel eyes were intoxicating.Her perf
Jordan's P . O . VNo offense to Mom's cooking skills but baked chicken curry has never my whole life tasted better than the steamy hot plate Ralph handed me when I got home after my endless shopping.I would've considered it really cute and thoughtful of him if I wasn't less focused on the act and more on my plate.After having my belly full of that surprisingly tasty meal, I very well thanked my chef for the evening meal before dragging myself up the stairs whilst trying to keep my tired lids open so I don't fall asleep right there on the stairs.I finally reached my room and couldn't even manage to get out of my clothes before I fell face flat on my bed and drifted off to a very long relaxing sleep only to be awakened early this morning by the irritatingly intrusive loud ringing of my cell phone that rested proudly atop the bed side table very close to me.The cycle of my life had once again begun. Waking up late on a Monday morning to Brittany's annoying phone calls, jumping out o