As fall approached, I began preparing for my Boyfriend's mother's birthday party. On the back of my white bedroom door was a tall golden mirror. With my pointer finger, I twirled my hair and entered in deep thought. And the best boyfriend ever named Alex (I know that every girl says that about their boyfriend). Every month, he sends me flowers with a letter proclaiming his love for me and how it grows stronger every year. When I'm not in the mood for people, Alex gives me just enough attention and space. When he brings me on dates, he never asks me to pay since he doesn't believe I should. Alex looks like he was created to be the hero of a romantic comedy. Blonde hair, blue eyes, light caramel skin, six foot two, and has an absolutely breath taking perfect pearly white smile.
Alexander Michael Phillips has good morals, has a free ride to Columbia college, and has both parents who are amazing people who deeply love each other. He was valedictorian for high school graduation. Number one on the football team for our old high school. This man could have Aylssa Hart who was my mortal enemy. She sadly was a basic blonde bimbo who lived to have the upper hand against me at all times. Voted to be the yearbooks most likely to become a famous model and most likely to become the wealthiest. Meanwhile I was voted most likely to be freeloader or mostly likely to drop out of college first. Sad part my mother's best friend daughter was in charge of the yearbook.
So, when he chose to bring me to prom and kissed me Infront of Aylssa then proclaimed his love to everyone for his thank you speech for being prom king. Everyone gasped and now thinking I swear I heard the principal Mr. Charlie laughing in the background at the unexpected confession (hurtful). He was by far the best father figure though, most of our hangouts were in his office and him shaking his head in disappointment. Ah, how miss those eventful days now becoming a blur. Hearing my mother screaming at me all the way home, granite I always had my air pods in, mastering the ability to pretend as if I could hear. My mother was one heck of women, though she kept an extra key after my late-night escapades. Then blaring LOUD alarm clocks everywhere knowing my hangover came with pounding headaches. The she fed me fresh breakfast and Excedrin. Debra Wells, I miss you. She was smart, funny, and caring (well depending on who you ask). Honestly momma was my best friend and my soul sister.
I hear my phone screaming a Clinton Kane song I picked for Alex's ringtone. Oh crap! I grabbed the phone, eight miss calls. How long was I out of it? Damit, I was supposed to be there three hours ago. I did get ready two hours ago then I got lost in thought, and now he's going to be mad because I needed to bring the cake I baked and grab the ice from agas station. I decide to text him back while speed walking to the kitchen.
Me: "Hey dimples, sorry I lost track of time."
Alex: "Freya you aren't late 20 minutes. Your LATE THREE HOURS! My mother is already here, and everyone is wondering why you're not at the party. I can't keep making excuses for you. Your always late to events."
Me:" You think this isn't embarrassing for me? And the party doesn't even end till seven."
Alex: Thats not the point Freya. Whatever just bring the cake it is getting close for her to blow out the cake. Oh, and forget the ice we already sent someone else to grab it."
I looked up from my phone and cursed under my breath. Great my fault again. Before you say he was being a jerk, he has a reason for being mad, a good one. I embarrassingly end up missing his important stuff but his family host more than eight parties within two weeks every month. Between my side jobs and my baking business I try to keep as much time for him but since my mother died it's become harder to keep the bakery open. I felt a tear prickle in my eyes, I closed them then taking a deep breath in and out counting to ten until I calmed down, grab the cake rushing to leave.
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