Thursday, September 11, 2014

December it is!

I'll make one more post before I go on hiatus until December. I don't know when I'll get that written and posted but I'll get it done before October.

Probably.

Just an FYI: My finals don't get done until the 17th of December so I won't start posting again until after that at the earliest.

Thanks for all the well wishes with school, ya'll!

-del

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Hello readers!

My graduate program (for human medical anatomy) has been taking up all of my time. We have an exam in a week and a half-ish and even though I've been spending all my time studying or working in our cadaver lab, I'm still super behind where I should be. This program jams three years of study into one year. It's nice because I'll have a master's degree in one year (two if I choose to do a TA apprenticeship and I really like teaching so I'm leaning towards that) but it's A LOT of information.

So, here's the deal: I'm going to take a hiatus. And, ultimately, I think this is a good idea. I know everyone hates when I take hiatuses but I think a hiatus will help the blog move faster once I come back. And, if I'm being honest, the story was moving slower than I wanted it to but the weird thing about writing in this medium is that there is a time element to it. In normal fiction, time passes however the author wants but with a fictional blog (at least how I've chosen to write mine) the time happens in real time (unless I back date stuff but I think you guys get what I'm saying) so I'll be able to write and make certain events happen without having to wait weeks for to pass for it to happen as I'm writing. I can just write the eventful posts and keep the boring I'm-not-really-sure-what-to-write-to-fill-the-time posts.

But, here's a question for my readers:
How long should the hiatus be?

I think that once I get through my first round of exams, I'll have a better idea of how to manage my time. So, towards the end of September/beginning of October, I might be able to come back and start posting again.

OR

I could just come back in December and post regularly to catch up. In December, I'll be on break and have time to write again AND if, after my first round of exams, I'll have time to write I can stock up on posts and have a nice stockpile to try and avoid a hiatus next semester (which is even more intensive...dear lord).

So, what do you guys want? You tell me.

-del

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Little Talks

Sarah has started school so she’s not living with Mike anymore, at least not until May (she’ll be graduating in five years instead of four due to her double major so she’ll be graduating in two years rather than this spring). As a result, Mike and I have been spending a lot of time at his place. Partly or privacy and partly because my relationship with Mike is a point of tension between Molly and I and it’s just better I think for our friendship if she’s not around when he is. We were sitting on his couch snuggling (and making out) when Mike stopped.

“I need to talk to you about something.” He was blushing slightly and I immediately felt nervous.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Start of the Fire

In hindsight, my phone call to Adam was probably one of the more stupid things I’ve ever done and I definitely wasn’t thinking clearly when I did it. I was upset and in shock.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Burned Bridges

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked up to find Serena sitting on the edge of my bed, stretching. She was topless and I admired her bare back before propping myself up.

“Good morning.” I smiled.

“Good morning to you.” She smiled wide and leaned forward to kiss me, “I’m going to make us some coffee, why don’t you go take a shower and I’ll join you in a few minutes.”

She winked at me and I nodded before heading into the bathroom.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Lady in Red

“Day’s end can’t come close enough, right?” Aaron popped his head above his cubicle.

I was working on a deadline and had just sent my final piece into my editor. This particular piece was about the police brutality in Ferguson, Missouri over the weekend and was pretty challenging but I was satisfied with what I’d managed to produce. I knew where Aaron was going with this line of conversation, though.

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to join a few of us for happy hour after work?” He asked.

Usually, I turn Aaron down for happy hour but Dan’s words rang in my ear about how the invitations will eventually stop. I was in the mood to celebrate my article being done anyway so I agreed to go. We had a few more hours left of the work day so I started up on my next project: A District Attorney’s son who wrapped his car around a tree while driving drunk and had somehow managed to avoid any charges.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Flipped Tables

Admittedly, what I did was kind of stupid in how risky it was. I thought the end would justify the means, I guess, but saying it backfired is an understatement. At the very least, I thought it would make Faith realize what she’s doing. The best case scenario was, obviously, to get her and Adam back together. I really did think that if she just saw him and talked to him for a bit she’d get it together and realize how stupid it is for her to get back together with Mike, at least not right now.

My plan failed. Hard.

Monday, August 11, 2014

Dished

“So, Faith, how was your date with Mike?” Zoey asked me.

We were having our weekly brunch meet-up and I’d only just had my breakfast pancake platter put down in front of me before Zoey completely caught me off guard. I’d invited Penny (with Zoey’s blessing) to join us and there were several reasons why Zoey’s topic of choice was an issue: I hadn’t told anyone but Molly that Mike and I had reconnected, considering what happened with Adam, I didn’t want Penny to hear about this…assuming she already didn’t know. I also wasn’t sure I wanted to gush about Mike to my friends and have Penny tell Adam about it. Rubbing all of this in his face would just be too cruel. And finally, I hadn’t told any of them about Adam’s surprise visit and didn’t plan on telling them about it.

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Losing Faith

“Dude you need to stop listening to that shitty Passenger song and actually ‘Let Her Go’.”

“What? Dan, that’s not even what the song is about.”

“Yeah it is.”

“No, it’s not, it’s about only realizing you’re in love with someone until you’re not with them anymore.”

“Oh…well. Whatever, man! Then make like Frozen and ‘Let it Go’!”

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Cut!

Adam’s kisses sent a spark through me and made me see fireworks. I realized just how much I missed him and it was painful. But not as painful as what happened next.

Monday, August 4, 2014

Melee

It was date night and I had invited Mike over to my apartment for dinner. Molly was at Calvin’s for the evening which I was relieved for because it meant I wasn’t going to have to worry about being judged for hanging out with Mike. He was standing in my kitchen with a light blue long-sleeved shirt on but had the sleeves pushed up as he worked with a skillet. I took it in and smiled internally.

“You know, I think Sasha and Dolly would get along really well. We should take them to the dog park sometime.” He said.

I agreed and we were trying to decide on a good day to take them out when there was a knock on my door.

“What are you doing here?” I was shocked and looked back at Mike who was focused on the stove in front of him. I gently closed the door and stepped into the hallway.

Thursday, July 31, 2014

A Change in Perspective

I found myself totally spacing out on the couch thinking about the fight we’d had a few days before. I know it’s normal for roommates, and especially roommates who are also best friends, to fight sometimes but it seemed like we’d been fighting a lot more often than usual. Neither one of us had said anything to the other about the fight we’d had, we just sort of ignored it.

I was supposed to be paying attention to the gorgeous man in front of me but I was just too distracted.

Monday, July 28, 2014

The Molly-Eyed Monster

I found myself zipping up my jeans in the dark in Mike’s bedroom. He was laying on his bed with his eyes closed. I had come over after that night’s performance with the intention of talking to him about whatever it was that we were doing but we ended up with a repeat of the other night in my apartment. Sarah was gone with friends for the week on a camping trip a few hours away and we had taken advantage of the privacy.

As I slipped my shirt over my head I hesitated saying anything to Mike. He looked so peaceful and I didn’t want to interrupt him, especially because this conversation was going to be unavoidably awkward.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

The Storm Inside

“You don’t have to do that.” I said trying to stop him but he held the front door open for me and stood next to me. I could feel the heat from his body.

“I’m not going to let you go out in this weather. Let’s go.”

I walked into Mike’s hallway and followed him to the elevator. We went to the lower level parking garage and got to his car.

“Wait…is this yours?” I asked.

“Yeah.” Mike said unlocking my car door.

“Is this…”

“Yeah, it’s the one I was working on with my dad. I got rid of my Honda.”

“Wow.” I said taking in the cherry red ’69 Mustang.

I slipped into the passenger seat and buckled up as Mike started it up. I wish I could say that the ride back to my apartment was magical but it wasn’t. It was awkward as hell.


Monday, July 21, 2014

Crash of Storms

Molly and Calvin had gone to see her mother in Michigan for the weekend so I had the apartment completely to myself when I got home from the show on Saturday night. I kicked my shoes off and put my hair up into a sloppy bun before walking into the kitchen in my comfiest outfit (a white crop racer-back crop top and black hipster maxi skirt) to make some popcorn. I turned my stereo on and soft rock pumped through the speakers lightly punctuated by the popping sounds coming from the microwave. I was in a pretty good mood, the show had gone well and the next day was a rare Sunday off due to some theatre maintenance we’ve had scheduled since December. I grabbed a root beer from my fridge and popped the cap off as I stood in front of the sliding glass door to the balcony.

I could see flashes of lightning streak the sky periodically and hear the rolls of thunder course through the city streets around me. It was only a matter of time before the rain started and I smiled to myself. I’ve always loved summer storms. The way they cool everything down, wash everything away. The power they can have. There’s something so much bigger than you when it comes to storms. It makes you forget your problems for just a little bit.

Or maybe that’s just me.

The loud, cranky beeping of the microwave pulled me out of my thoughts. As I filled a bowl with the fresh, hot popcorn my phone rang. I recognized the number immediately and was surprised but hesitated about answering. I chewed my bottom lip, sighed, and picked it up. The only sound I could hear on the other end of the line was intense sobbing.