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"What, you can't bend you legs enough to sit down?" He said to you arrogantly "You really are that "way", aren't you."
You leave right at that moment, with the attitude set of embarrassment and confidence battling a duel in your head to see who wins. You being you, embarrassment won, but not with a complete reign. Embarrassment decided to make confidence the second in command.
You take a train all those towns away to you grandma's house for some moral support, the comfort you need. Not to mention, her famous lemon cherry cake you so desire, the only thing you can think to be your pick me up... CAKE.
To your dismay grandma's not at home. Saturday 8 to 9 p.m. granny's night out with the girls, if you can even call it a night out in all, actuality it's bingo.
Next step, you take the spare key and help yourself to the humbleness of granny's city cottage. Feeling lonely you go in search for grandma's latest hiding place (grandpa's diabetic). Along the way you see the family photos all lined on the wall in their designated places. You realize the people in the photos look evil in the dark somehow. You being scared run into the next hallway and right into grandpa's antique wall phone and decide to call you best friend to keep you company.
You two found the cake in the laundry soot, which grandpa would never touch (he hates doing the cleaning). You and your friend have a time devouring granny's lemon cherry concoction. You write a note to granny telling her you eat the cake with an accomplice, and that you will help her make one next time to repay your debts to her (sneaking in a few puns and jokes to lighted the theme... you did just eat you grandmas cake with out an invitation), signed yours and loving ~ Reese.
You leave while brushing the cake crumbs off of you shirt, cleaning up your tracks. You sneak out of the house with grandpa's antique salad fork still in your left hand and leave in on the rocking chair, only to hope later no one sits on it.
You catch the train and purposely take the long way home. You have a craving for a greasy cheese burger. You order it form a tall, ginger waiter. He brings it to you, but it takes all you can not to think of what model heat lamp this burger was marinating under. As soon as you sink your teeth into this greasy cow petri dish of joy a dashing man with dark mysterious hair steps into your train car. He leaves you with wonder as he walks by.
You start thinking up ways to talk to him and try to count up the calories you have consumed in the last two hours, but that is impossible. He stops right beside you and you stop breathing for a small second. Then a train hopper man with pit stains sits on the other side of the booth directly from you and runs his foot up your leg. You jump up and knock the handsome wonder in the nose.
He bleeds. You panic. The train hopper tries to seduce you. You rip the bun off of your burger and shove the bread into the bleeding mans nose. Wow, that was absorbent! Now you feel it Embarrassment has left the building. Thinking on your toes you pick up the pitcher of water off the table and splash it in the train hoppers face. (Hey it goes with all the commotion, you could say it was and accident) You care to the bleeding man, he is a little dizzy form all of the movement. Little did you know he doesn't fancy blood that much. You tell him that he needs to lie down soon. So, he asks you to help him to his room. (This train has rooms and dinning cars) After he has a 15 minute half nap you see his eyes open and a smile spread across his face.
"If I could pick anyone to shove sesame seeds up my nose it would be you" he whispers.
You smile "Well it was $4.45, if you want to show your thanks."
"Hey your the girl from my . . . Civic class in high school weren't you" he presumes. You see that he is situating himself on climbing out of his bed so you step aside.
"Yeah I remembered a while ago." You said, like it was last years fashion and now you kind of regret it. You and Mark get to talking, you drink a tea or two, and used the bathroom awhile back. The one thing you were certain of was not in fact the kind of tea you were drinking, but that you are super attracted to this man.
He makes a move on you that you were not anticipating. In the shock of it all you spill your glass of tea down his shirt after he sits down next to you. Wow, smooth aren't we. He beams up and walks out of the room pulling his shirt off with apologies. You suddenly have to pee, bad. (We are having a "Dear John" moment here) You relieve yourself and start to walk back, but of course you have to wash your hands. (I mean you are with a man) You are lathering soap on your hands when you see a glimpse of Mark's abs in the mirror, through the cracked door. He is ripped. You like it. You catch his eye and he looks at you for a moment, before pulling on his clean shirt.
One thing leads to another. . . you vividly remember the shift in lighting when the train passed through a tunnel. You knew it was the tunnel next your ex boyfriends office.
But it's morning and you are in bed with your old classmate. What do you do?
You leave right at that moment, with the attitude set of embarrassment and confidence battling a duel in your head to see who wins. You being you, embarrassment won, but not with a complete reign. Embarrassment decided to make confidence the second in command.
You take a train all those towns away to you grandma's house for some moral support, the comfort you need. Not to mention, her famous lemon cherry cake you so desire, the only thing you can think to be your pick me up... CAKE.
To your dismay grandma's not at home. Saturday 8 to 9 p.m. granny's night out with the girls, if you can even call it a night out in all, actuality it's bingo.
Next step, you take the spare key and help yourself to the humbleness of granny's city cottage. Feeling lonely you go in search for grandma's latest hiding place (grandpa's diabetic). Along the way you see the family photos all lined on the wall in their designated places. You realize the people in the photos look evil in the dark somehow. You being scared run into the next hallway and right into grandpa's antique wall phone and decide to call you best friend to keep you company.
You two found the cake in the laundry soot, which grandpa would never touch (he hates doing the cleaning). You and your friend have a time devouring granny's lemon cherry concoction. You write a note to granny telling her you eat the cake with an accomplice, and that you will help her make one next time to repay your debts to her (sneaking in a few puns and jokes to lighted the theme... you did just eat you grandmas cake with out an invitation), signed yours and loving ~ Reese.
You leave while brushing the cake crumbs off of you shirt, cleaning up your tracks. You sneak out of the house with grandpa's antique salad fork still in your left hand and leave in on the rocking chair, only to hope later no one sits on it.
You catch the train and purposely take the long way home. You have a craving for a greasy cheese burger. You order it form a tall, ginger waiter. He brings it to you, but it takes all you can not to think of what model heat lamp this burger was marinating under. As soon as you sink your teeth into this greasy cow petri dish of joy a dashing man with dark mysterious hair steps into your train car. He leaves you with wonder as he walks by.
You start thinking up ways to talk to him and try to count up the calories you have consumed in the last two hours, but that is impossible. He stops right beside you and you stop breathing for a small second. Then a train hopper man with pit stains sits on the other side of the booth directly from you and runs his foot up your leg. You jump up and knock the handsome wonder in the nose.
He bleeds. You panic. The train hopper tries to seduce you. You rip the bun off of your burger and shove the bread into the bleeding mans nose. Wow, that was absorbent! Now you feel it Embarrassment has left the building. Thinking on your toes you pick up the pitcher of water off the table and splash it in the train hoppers face. (Hey it goes with all the commotion, you could say it was and accident) You care to the bleeding man, he is a little dizzy form all of the movement. Little did you know he doesn't fancy blood that much. You tell him that he needs to lie down soon. So, he asks you to help him to his room. (This train has rooms and dinning cars) After he has a 15 minute half nap you see his eyes open and a smile spread across his face.
"If I could pick anyone to shove sesame seeds up my nose it would be you" he whispers.
You smile "Well it was $4.45, if you want to show your thanks."
"Hey your the girl from my . . . Civic class in high school weren't you" he presumes. You see that he is situating himself on climbing out of his bed so you step aside.
"Yeah I remembered a while ago." You said, like it was last years fashion and now you kind of regret it. You and Mark get to talking, you drink a tea or two, and used the bathroom awhile back. The one thing you were certain of was not in fact the kind of tea you were drinking, but that you are super attracted to this man.
He makes a move on you that you were not anticipating. In the shock of it all you spill your glass of tea down his shirt after he sits down next to you. Wow, smooth aren't we. He beams up and walks out of the room pulling his shirt off with apologies. You suddenly have to pee, bad. (We are having a "Dear John" moment here) You relieve yourself and start to walk back, but of course you have to wash your hands. (I mean you are with a man) You are lathering soap on your hands when you see a glimpse of Mark's abs in the mirror, through the cracked door. He is ripped. You like it. You catch his eye and he looks at you for a moment, before pulling on his clean shirt.
One thing leads to another. . . you vividly remember the shift in lighting when the train passed through a tunnel. You knew it was the tunnel next your ex boyfriends office.
But it's morning and you are in bed with your old classmate. What do you do?