Getting over you
It's the next morning, I put on a purple sleeveless dress that reaches up to my knees and I wear a pair of white sneakers. I apply mascara to my eyes and Chap stick onto my lips. I head downstairs with my guitar; I find my mom in the kitchen pouring milk in a glass.
"Good morning mom," I say as I hop off the last stair.
"Morning," she mumbles taking a sip from her glass.
"How did your performance go last night?" She asks.
"I didn't perform..." I let out.
"What? Why?" She sighs.
"Dylan picked me up late but that's why I'm dressed, I rescheduled for today," I say setting my guitar down on the kitchen floor.
"Maddie," she starts as I grab a water bottle from the fridge.
"Yes," I smile.
"I know you and Dylan broke up," she blurts out.
"How?" I say as I take a sip of my water.
"He called me," she casually says.
I choke on my water, "What did he tell you?"
"Nothing, he just said that he wants you to take your things from his house," she says.
"He said that?" I say as my fake smile turns to a real frown.
She nods.
"Cool," I nod as well.
"Aren't you going to the café that Dylan works at?"
"Yeah, why?" I say.
"Nothing, it's just that, you just broke up, isn't it awkward to see him after the fight?" She asks.
"Not really, I'm just going to pretend like he isn't there," I puff.
"Wow, dating has changed from when I was young. When your father and I got into fights I try to avoid him," she explains.
I puff grabbing my guitar, "I'll catch you later," I wave and she lightly smiles as I head out the front door.
I open the car door and set my guitar and wallet in the back seat of my car. I close the back door and I get into the driver's seat.
"Wow, it's been a while since I've driven," I talk to myself. I back-up and out of the drive-way and drive down to the street. I open the radio to get away from what I heard from my mom. I really did a good job holding it in front of her. I'm glad I didn't burst crying right then and there. I can't believe he wants me to take my stuff. I understand... we broke up. I'm going to show you what you're missing.
"Dylan Fox didn't you say I'm too dependent on you. Fine then, I'll show you independence," I say with a scoff over the sound of the radio.
After a couple of minutes, I pull over at the parking lot, close to the back door of Lovers Café on Coachview Street of New York City. I grab my guitar and phone from the back seat of my car and I walk into the café.
As I walk in I hear calm music playing, and it sounds like it's coming from the little stage upfront. I spot the manager standing at the same place as last night but he's wearing different clothes.
I walk up to him, "Good morning sir," I say.
"Good morning," he says.
"I came early today," I smile at him as I jump a bit to show my excitement. I stop smiling as I notice Dylan in his uniform, a red shirt with a pin that has his name on it, and a pair of worn out jeans. He's wiping a table across from me, in front of the stage, then he looks at me with his starry eyes looking low-spirited. I stop looking at him even though I can still feel him looking at me.
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Lost Without Your Light
RomanceAfter Maddie and Dylan get into a fight she leaves him and goes on a road trip meeting people that have their own love life as she's trying to get over and forget about Dylan. Will they get back together or will they live in distance forever...? Tun...