When I got home from my jog, Chris was back from band practice and making dinner. “Your mom is bringing Zoe home in half an hour” he said. I sat on a dining room chair and watched him in the kitchen. I couldn’t let this go on any longer. “Chris, I can’t do this.” “Can’tContinue reading ““I’m Going To Brooklyn””
The warehouse was stifling hot and Alex flipped on the light with a drumstick. He had the middle of his light blonde hair stuck up in some kind of a Mohawk and he wiped the sweat out of his blue eyes that girls always freak out over. He threw the sweat-rag on a stool. IContinue reading “Band Practice – By Chris”
The warehouse was stifling hot and James flipped on the light with a drumstick. He had the middle of his light blonde hair stuck up in some kind of a Mohawk and he wiped the sweat out of his blue eyes that girls always freak out over. He threw the sweat-rag on a stool. IContinue reading “Band Practice – By Chris”
When Chris pulled up on his bike, Jake was walking out of the gate. Jake looked up at Chris. They seemed to lock eyes for one terrifying second. Then Jake turned his back and carefully, slowly latched the gate, then walked off putting his hands in his pockets. I waited for Chris to say somethingContinue reading “A Little Sugar (Did You Really Just Say That? Part-Deux)”
I was walking by an old ice cream shop that night. Its crusty, washed-out character pulled me in. Blindly, I followed the call of nostalgia and ordered a cup of vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles. An older couple sat beside me. Both the man and woman looked to be in their eighties. Oddly, theyContinue reading “Nostalgia – by Astrid”
I’m crying a lot recently, but about Jake, not Meliah. I prefer crying over deserved, ridiculous, unfounded heartache caused by Jake than the utter despair of loosing my older sister. Jake is my distraction and my drug for curing my grief. I can’t let him go just yet. I need this.
(Scroll to the bottom to see the super-cute outfit.) Jake didn’t blow me off. He came up and talked to me at the bar while Lisa was off dancing with her super cute (in the girliest way possible) friend, Bobby. I was drinking a Gin and Tanqueray and Jake was holding a glass of someContinue reading “Club Jake”