AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I was doing better, slowly getting past our kiss and the time spent together. Trying to forget the damn grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup for dinner, where I laughed so hard, I cried. All thanks to a story he shared about his brother and him growing up. Who knew flamingo underwear was a thing, even then? Guess Bonez and Gunz fought over a pair. Silly kids.
I also visited Adam this week again.
He’s excited to see Gunz when he gets out. The smiles he had when he talked about his father made me… I dunno. Let’s not talk about it.
Now there are flowers.
How did he even know where I lived?
Triple-washing my hair and conditioning it, I then scrub every ounce of skin with a coffee-infused sugar scrub. It’s supposed to fight cellulite. Not sure if it works. It’s hard to tell under all the ink, but I paid a pretty penny for the jar. I’m not about to let it go to waste. At least it smells good.
Satisfied with the extensive washdown, I step out of the shower, my toes and fingers extra pruny.
From the rack, I use a fresh towel to dry and forgo looking in the mirror. I’m not in the mood to see all this looking back at me.
Hidden behind the bamboo partition that separates my living room from my bedroom, giving the illusion of a wall and privacy from the front apartment windows, I slip on a raggedy tank and boxers from my only dresser.
Then I groan.
Guess this is the part where I get over my snit and read the card.
Meh.
Do I really want to? Nope.
Okay. I’m lying. You know you want me to read it, too. We both need to know what it says. Bet you care about it more than I do.
Tossing my towel in the hamper, I pause and curse to the high heavens about men and their dickish ways. Once I’ve got that out of my system, I enter the living room and snag that stupid card from the plastic fork in my funeral flowers.
Tapping my foot on the carpet, I take a moment, a microscopic one, to appreciate the blooms. They’re made up of Gerber daises, mostly purple and white ones. If those weren’t nice enough, there are roses in three different shades, and what you’d consider filler greens. I wish I didn’t have to admit this, but it’s beautiful. Something I’d buy for myself if I did that sort of thing. And I hate all of it. Every square, heavenly scented inch.
Flicking a hardy bud, I glare at the thing for being too damn pretty, then roll my eyes for acting like a lunatic over flowers... Over Gunz. Over… Whatever.
Enough already.
I read the stupid, plain white card.
Baby Mama,
Roses are red. These flowers are purple. Sorry I stuck my tongue down your throat and ran away like a ... motherfucker. (No pun intended.)
- Erik.
Sorry.
He’s… sorry?
Sorry he ran away, or sorry he stuck his tongue down my throat? Or both?
It sounds like both, doesn’t it?
See, I told you I kiss like a fish, and this was goodbye.
Frustrated with the world, I toss the card back into the blooms and find my phone on the nightstand beside my bed. I sit on the edge, ankles crossing, and fume as I pull up Gunz’s number to get this out once and for all. No more games. No more miscommunication. Things need to be said.
If only he were ugly.
Or stupid.
