
Love Begins

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“No, my food isn’t burnt,” April began, nudging the blackened, questionably edible items that suggested otherwise. “It’s just… cooked to a crisp.”
“...How'd you know I love crunchy stuff? What is it though..?” Lacey trailed off as she tried to figure out what it was. She grabbed the pot of soup she brought and confessed, “Okay, I made soup that is on the dry side. I hope soup can evaporate because I don't have a good excuse.”
“Honestly, I think I might fire my assistant. I didn’t ask to be woke up this morning, just because she thinks I ‘need to eat breakfast’ doesn’t mean that I need to be woken up from a peaceful slumber. Now I’m cranky from being awake so early today, and I have to hunt for a new assistant.”
“Give her some slack. She was just doing her job, assisting you and your health. It’s not like your assistant could read your mind. I say find some chill, save yourself some energy, and treat yourself to a nap.”
So this guy I met at work ended up being a crazy weird fan of my dad, and that totally ruined the night. I don’t even know how he found me, I don’t use my real name or anything. I had to stay and finish dinner though, so thank god for wine.
“Is your dad like famous or something? That’s... weird. He probably should’ve just taken your dad out to dinner. I'm sure you've come met even weirder weirdos.”
“You? I’m the one basically sneaking you into a nightclub, pal. With you, I have to expect the unexpected.”
“Okay, that might be true. I’ll redeem myself next time. Maybe, I’m just more worried I’ll lose you in there while I’m like a rolling, wasted baby.”
“I’m a high school teacher. You’re still young, and sometimes it takes more time, but it’ll happen.”
“I have this feeling you are one of the cooler ones, too? Unless I’m totally wrong. I hope so. I tend to look way to forward into the future.”
‘Kay, well, I’m definitely not thinking about skipping through a meadow in a sundress. I, uh, can’t say that I have. Why? Do you have something totally girly you think about when you hear that song, too?
“Thinking that way might give you a different view of the song so you should try it out. Or even actually being in a sundress. I think it would compliment your arms. And what? No- unless you want me to come up with something. It’s kind of a song you wanna throw on a tux for.”
“Definitely. Humanity can be so crazy sometimes but then I remember the strong troopers like our soldiers, the ones battling illnessses or even our mothers who take that role on. I have no reason to be ashamed of them. I’ve never seen them as anything else other than my parents. I do see all the ridiculous controversay about it, it’s basic human rights. Our whole family kind of went crazy after the Supreme Court’s decision. It was great.”
“I totally agree. You don’t know how much I would wish the world was a place I’m guaranteed to be safe in and don’t have to worry about walking at night. Sadly, it’s unavoidable. I’m pretty grateful of what I have now; I don’t think grateful can ever really describe how thankful I am. That’s so cute. I used to be friends with this kid who never came to a single parent meeting because they were embarrassed. How’d you guys celebrate?”
“I was reading some short stories from F. Scott Fitzgerald.” She nodded. “Oh, no worries. I don’t care what people look like honestly. I barely care what I look like.” she chuckled and motioned to her self.
“Not bad. I’ve only ever read The Great Gatsby, but it gave me a good impression of him.” She slightly shrugged a shoulder. “The only thing that really matters is that you had a good rest, right? I feel like I know this town enough to just look however.”
“Ohhhh, that makes a lot more sense. Lacey, you’re so adorable. Ugh, I’m kind of glad we’re practically family. Of course, but I probably won’t last two hours in them.”
“My bad. Aw, look at you being sweet as usual! I’m sure something went wrong and we are supposed to be sisters. I’d be the cooler one though. Same, and I’ll bring my fake ID because I think alcohol will be calling me. You ready?”
Text: Open
Scott: Do you want to hear a funny story?
Lacey: i have high expectations of this funny story
Lacey: if you fail me, well :/
“Were you talking about a third boob? Then change out of them and come with me.”
“Oh my god, no. Two boobs are already exhausting. I was talking like in between natural and push-up. But hey, why need a push-up bra when you got me? Whenever you’re down, I’ll push you up. Okay, okay. I’ll stop talking. Are you wearing heels?
“Oh, ha ha, Lace. I’m off to a nightclub. Did you wanna come?”
“What’s the weird laugh for, Charlie? And kinda, but I’m in unflattering plaid pajama pants so maybe good thing I’m not coming.”
“Man, if only there was something in the middle? Anyway, a little push-up never hurts. Where you off to?”
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Jackson: Someone keyed my car.
Jackson: Guess my day was just going too well.
Lacey: did they at least leave a loving message?
Lacey: that would be a lil rude if they didn't
“Stupid– Stupid jerk. I hate you!” She screamed and slammed the picture of her and her father on the ground.
Startled, Lacey raised her eyebrows as she wasn’t sure how to react. “Shit, do you need to talk about it, Monica? Or do something to take your mind off?”
“Not all but yeah I gotta give them mad props for all the hard work they do. I still rest my case that motherhood is the toughest job out there, their hours never stop. Kids can definitely be punks, it’s horrible to see all the shit they can do. Yeah, I have two moms. I was surrogated.”
“Yeah, but the good moms don’t deserve to not get the recognition they deserve. I 100% agree. Moms are one of the biggest troopers I know; not forgetting soldiers and such, of course. I know, but it sometimes depends on the background they grew up in so I don’t blame them entirely. I love how proud of it you are. Some people are embarrassed because of it and it's really no problem.”