Kathy With A K's Song

26 | Laura Laurent

"Laura you were the saddest song in the shape of a woman. I thought you were beautiful, but I wept with your movements. I hope you are laughing now from that place of the carpet" - Laura Laurent

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I had been staring at Sophia's facial expression for the past twenty minutes of this drive, and it's looked anything but happy. She's gone from nervous to angry, and we've finally landed on agitated. However, this was Sophia; agitation wasn't just agitation. She was probably feeling a million other emotions underneath that all lead her to be pissed about whatever was on her mind.

"What's wrong Sophia?" I eventually asked with a sigh, turning to face her.

"What are you talking about?" She hummed without looking away from the road.

I didn't even have to say anything. Sophia could tell by the silence and look on my face that I wasn't buying it.

"You and Marisol used to be together," She muttered, tapping her finger on the steering wheel. "Why would I be excited about you seeing her?"

Sophia was technically wrong; I am not and was never with Marisol. And even though I've told her that a dozen times, it hasn't clicked with her yet. I could understand her point though; Sophia broke up with Chris weeks ago, and she still seems untouchable because of him.

"Because Marisol is a nice person, and she has been good to me - the best to me. And I haven't seen her in weeks. Even if I had seen her, it was never like that. She was never my girlfriend." I swore, giving her a pleading look from across the console.

Sophia's facial expression stayed the same, but I saw the muscles of her jaw loosen and her hands release their death grip on the steering wheel. It wasn't as much progress as I wanted to make, but at least Sophia won't strangle Marisol when she walks through the door.

We arrived at Bailey's Glass 10 minutes later, Sophia's car pulling into the paved parking lot. Sophia shut off the ignition, and then we went through the process of getting me and my crutches out of the car.

"Do you see her?" Sophia asked as we crossed the parking lot to the cafe. I scanned all of the present cars, before shaking my head.

"No, but she'll be here," I reassured her, walking through the door and crossing the threshold of air conditioning. Marisol believed in being fashionably late, no matter what the occasion. As far as she's concerned, her presence is a gift and we should be lucky she's showing up at all.

Marisol also believed in sitting in the section of any restaurant that has the least amount of people. It was the product of paranoia and being naturally inverted.

I lead Sophia to Marisol and I's favorite spot in the cafe. We took our seats, Sophia's back to the door while I faced it. Sophia's leg rocked underneath the table as her eyes darted back and forth.

"I'm going to go get something." She informed me, standing up from her seat and pointing towards the counter. "Do you want anything?"

After I shook my head at her, Sophia nodded before quickly escaping to the line. Sophia's nerves were almost contagious, and I could feel the growing panic underneath my skin. I had to make sure and stay calm though because we couldn't have a table of three freaked-out gays.

Marisol's panic would be the worst to handle because there's no real way to gauge it. It hides underneath her skin and festers into something ugly in her lungs. I'd never even know she was freaking out if it weren't for the way her nose twitches, even when she's smirking at you.

And there's no way that Sophia's bouncy personality mixed with her jealous girlfriend vibes isn't going to freak Marisol out. It was my job to keep everyone calm and collective so that we could make it out of the coffee shop alive.