After a lot of back and forth, I decided to accept John’s invitation for coffee.
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Sunday, November 15, 2015
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Thursday, October 15, 2015
Sunday, August 9, 2015
During the time that I've written this blog, I've never really been all that involved in the comments on my posts. I read every comment written on this blog, usually I stay neutral or like to make a funny comment if I say anything at all. I do this because I really don't mind if people express their opinions, whatever they may be, about my writing or the blog. That being said, I do not appreciate being called a liar, especially by people who know nothing about my life.
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Saturday, June 13, 2015
Monday, June 1, 2015
Friday, May 22, 2015
Adam and I stood there awkwardly in the hallway until he shook his head and went into his apartment. I stood there for a beat debating on whether I should follow him inside and address what he saw or pretend it never happened.
I sighed and walked down the hall until I reached his door. I knocked quietly.
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
“It’s…it’s been such a long time.” I said.
I hadn’t seen him in years so I was surprised to see him standing in front of me. I closed my book and put it down on the table between us. He sat across from me. His hair was shorter, but it was still him.
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Sunday, March 22, 2015
I was sitting on Heather’s couch and we had been arguing for nearly an hour. I was so over this conversation. To me, the decision had been made but she wanted to make sure I was making it for the “right” reasons.
“Adam, you’ve been wavering on moving back here for months and suddenly Molly calls you and tells you Faith needs you and all of a sudden you change your tune? Do you honestly expect me to believe that it has nothing to do with her?” Heather was standing with her hands on her hips, seemingly to take a break from pacing across the living room.
Friday, March 20, 2015
“Molly, go away.” I groaned.
The banging on my front door woke me up and I didn’t have the energy to face Molly on the other side. All of my friends looked at me with so much pity and kept insisting that I move on with my life. I just didn’t want to deal with it anymore, so I locked my door, buried my head under my pillow and ignored the world for a few days.
My time was up, though, because, sure enough, Molly showed up and started banging on my door.
Her banging went on for ten minutes before I finally got angry enough to drag myself out of bed.
“I said go AWA-”
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
“I’m not sure what to do anymore.” I said, “Faith barley eats, she only leaves the house unless it’s to go to work. Whenever I go over there she’s just laying down staring at the wall.”
“We need to do something.” Zoey said, “She’s been like this for almost a month.”
“Can you blame her though?” Penny asked.
The three of us were sitting in my living room. I had invited Penny and Zoey over to figure out how we could help Faith.
Friday, February 20, 2015
“Who the HELL allowed this to happen!?”
Maggie was yelling at Tony and all of Mike’s friends in the burn unit’s waiting room. She was absolutely distraught and taking it out on everyone around her. It got to the point where the hospital staff threatened to call security unless she left Mike’s room until she calmed down. Incidentally, calming down was the opposite of what she was doing in the waiting room.
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Monday, February 16, 2015
They were all staring at me and I felt the walls close in. If there had been walls, that is. Everywhere I looked someone was watching, waiting. The longer it went on the worse it got. I looked down and saw Mike. He was bleeding and I was holding a bloody knife.
Monday, February 2, 2015
“He was going to propose?” Zoey asked.
We were eating dinner at our favorite place: a diner that specialized in great cheeseburgers, cold shakes, and crisp fries.
“Yeah.” I said dipping a fry in ketchup.
“No offense, Faith,” Penny said, “but you don’t seem very happy about…well…any of the situation at all.”
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Mike and I trudged up the snowy stoop to Maggie’s house. I was carrying several gifts for Grant and Annabelle and had gifts for Claire, Sarah, Maggie, and Jamie in a bag slung over my shoulder. Mike was holding a dish of my stuffed mushrooms and a couple bottles of wine.
I chose my outfit very carefully for the night. It was a black dress with long black sleeves and a conservative neckline. It went to just above my knee and I was wearing thick black tights and black shoes. Mike had commented that I looked like I was going to a funeral so I threw on some Christmas ball ornament earrings, put a gift bow in my hair, and changed my shoes out for some shiny red pumps that matched the earrings and bow.
Maggie greeted us at the door.