When a parent dies, it leaves a hole in the center of your chest. The hole will always be there but over time the pain will ease. When you watch the person who inspires you to become a dancer dies suddenly; your passion for dancing dies with them. W...
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It's been a few days since I have truly spoken to Phoebe. The last thing I said to her was...
"Just because you apologize doesn't mean I want to be friends. We'll be civil because of our group of friends. And because my girls seem to adore you. We're just acquaintances."
Total dick move I know. I have my reasonings, but the most important thing to me is.... All my attention needs to be focused on my three girls. She will end up as a complete and utter distraction; a distraction that will end horrible. In the long run, I'm protecting my girls. I mean if something was to happen romantically and they end up getting attached; they'll get hurt in the process.
Wait what did I say?
Romantically?
Definitely not that.
I meant to say, if we became friends and our friendship ended; my girls getting attached would hurt them in the long run.
Yeah that's what I meant.
Where the hell did romantically come from? Thin air?
See talking about her or thinking about her gets my mouth and brain all fucked up. I need a clear head and I need to get her from occupying my thoughts. See, she's a distraction I don't need.
"Captain!" A fellow firefighter calls out.
"Uh yes Lane?" I answer him.
"Why are you staring at your computer like you're trying to disintegrate it to tiny dust particles?" Lane asks.
"What?" I question.
"You have been staring at your computer for the last five minutes with that death glare of your's. Are you having problems with it again?" He rambles on.
"No, I was just thinking." I grunt out.
"I would hate to see what you were thinking about." He says as he walks away.
See, she's a distraction.
I start to type away on my computer; doing our usual reports and forms for calls. Why must I have to do a detail report on how I had to use a ladder to climb a thirty foot tree..... All because Ole Abigail's precious cat climbed the tree and couldn't, well wouldn't, come back down. Casper climber the tree and Casper refused to climb back down. I spent five minutes there. That should be explanatory. Why must I put how I climbed the ladder, how long it took, why did I need to be there, what was said, and so much more shit. Like I said a very detailed report over a fucking cat.
Once I filled the cat report out; my stomach begins to notify me that I am hungry. I just need one more hour just to fill out two more reports yet here my stomach is making the decisions for me.
"Heading to the diner." I call out as I walk out the front door. I walk the block to Lorelei's little diner. I hadn't paid much attention to the time. If I would have seen it's 6 in the evening. I would have just called our local pizza joint and had pizza delivered. As I walk through the door, I'm met with a doe eyed Phoebe who's surprised to see me. I watch as she walks off towards the back of the diner.
That's unusual, she always greets me with a smile. I take my usual table and not even two seconds later; I'm greeted by Amy. Amy is the town's flirt. She's slept with almost every cop and firefighter..... almost everyone. She bats her eyelashes and give me a sickening sweet smile. To me it looks like she's more constipated than anything else.
"What can I get you, Gray?" She asks as she lends over across the table. I try to slide further to the left but I can't since I'm already against the window. I look up at the counter and see Phoebe holding her hand over her mouth; trying to cover up her laughter.
"Salad and water." My voice is cold and distant as I give Phoebe a stare down. I watch as Amy walks off swaying her nonexistent hips. I mentally roll my eyes and groan out loud. Out of all the waitresses it had to Amy! Why? This is Phoebe's section, is it not?
My salad and water come out at the same time. Amy's back to batting her eyelashes that have caterpillars on them. When she smiles, you can faint red mark on her teeth from her lipstick. Her perfume is overkill because it's choking me to death.
God how I miss Phoebe's contagious laugh, her smile that makes you want to smile, her natural beauty, her faint smell of Japanese Cherry Blossom spray that doesn't choke a horse, and how she doesn't try to fuck every guy in a five inch radius.
I wolf down my salad quicker than I have ever eaten before. Only because I seriously need to exit this diner before I literally choke to death on her overkill perfume. I toss a five dollar bill on the table and walk up to the counter to pay. All so I can avoid Amy and her death spray. Phoebe is at the register; now I can give her a piece of my mind. Why?!
"Why?!" I whisper whine to her.
"Just because you apologize doesn't mean I want to be friends. We'll be civil because of our group of friends. And because my girls seem to adore you. We're just acquaintances." She whispers the words I told her before back to me.
"What?" My voice squeaks.
When has my voice ever sounded like that?
Never!
"You tip well. Plus since we're just acquaintances, I figured someone else can handle my table. You know so I don't disturb you and all." She says in a cold voice. My mouth gapes open as she turns her back to me and walks off to the kitchen. That is definitely a slap back to reality.
Where did this cold distant Phoebe come from all of a sudden? Where is the smiley, happy, talkative Phoebe gone?
What is going on?
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