When I first met Luke, he'd just gotten into trouble. I'd been driving with Aunty Maggie when she'd gotten the call. I can't remember exactly what had happened that specific time but I know it involved the police.
She never even introduced us, we just saw each other for a few seconds before she decided she didn't want me there and took me home.
Aunty Maggie wanted to completely separate that life from me and I guess I know why. Besides the fact that I've always had an addictive personality to all things destructive, I knew she didn't want him badly influencing me. So that evening she'd taken me home after finding out what was happening, then she went right back after she'd dropped me off.
After that, I'd met him a few more times at random. A lot of the time he'd done som
It feels like it's been forever since I had a normal working day where I go to the office then head straight home after, without Luke whisking me away to some private movie theater or a private dinner party with the Minister of freakin State of Affairs.He's out of the country for a few days and until he's back, I'm going to be eating my lunch at work and going straight home after knock off time.Luke has really introduced me to a life I never knew before, an over the top luxurious life and let's just say I don't hate it. As long as he continues to take me on our occasional McDonald's dates.Our relationship is still unknown at this point as he still introduces me as the girl he's known from back in the day but I don't mind. Who cares about labels when you're having so m
I never really saw Jake as anything other than a boss and a good lay. He has been there for me more than a few times and I guess some sort of a connection formed as a result. Annoying as he is, I know I'm able to count on him. Now especially since I don't really have anyone else in my life. Luke and I still haven't reached that point yet and who even knows where Katie is? Maybe what formed was some sort of a friendship, a friendship with some added benefits. But why is my heart heavy when he tells me he's seeing someone? Why don't I hug and congratulate him instead of just saying, "Oh"?"Yea," he replies simply to me and we just stand there awkwardly for a while. I think he feels it too, the heaviness. He looks like he wants to apologize to me but also, he looks like he wants to tell me he doesn't owe me an explanation. Which he doesn't. We're not anything to each other.
I've never liked amusement parks.Mostly because I don't have the greatest experiences with them, but also because I'm terrified of heights. When mom and I would go with my school back in the day, I'd always got on the smaller, less terrifying rides. That was only when I'd even agreed to get on the rides to start with. Mom would force me or bribe me with candy for that to happen. I'd usually preferred to go wherever she was going, to her utter dismay.I never went back to the park after her death, for various reasons."I'm going to kill you," I say to the crazy man as we make our way through the giant gates of my least favorite place on the planet. He knows this because I told him, many times.So when I stand tall w
I've never in my life seen him so broken.I've said this too many times, he's the strongest person I know.Someone could literally cut off his leg and he'll just smile and say, 'it's ok, it was a mistake'. That's how bad it was.It's extremely rare to see him tearing up in pain, so rare that I don't even know what to do or say to him to make him feel better as it almost never happens.I enter the house that's now become my second home and immediately make my way into his bedroom. I know there are people around but I don't even bother to go and greet them. My friend needs me and I need to be there for him.I enter
"I can't lose her." Is all his lips seem to be able to utter as he drunkly straddles himself on the couch."You're not going to." I say to him again that afternoon as I finish up making him something to eat.I'd decided to make his favorite meal in hopes it'll make him feel a little better. I let the bacon get extra crispy and even let it burn a little. Just the way he likes it.I then put the buttered toast, eggs and bacon on a plate before making my way to him. I put his meal on the table then head to the kitchen again to refill his glass of water."There." I say handing it to him and he wastes no time downing it. I know he had weed too because he's really thirsty. He then grabs his plate to start stuffing his fac
"I'm sorry," is the first thing I say when he finally answers the phone. I called him three times and he's only answering now. He must be upset."Hey Mia, are you okay? You had me worried sick. You left in such a rush I thought something happened," I can't help but smile at his worried tone. I feel like such a bigger ass now for not saying anything to him when I left."I'm great yes. I thought you were mad at me. I'm so sorry for leaving like that. You've gotta let me make it up to you!" I say dramatically."I got your missed calls. I had meetings sorry. And yes, you owe me big time." He says in exaggeration.I got home this morning from Tristan's place then immediately showered to head to work. I needed to be at th
"Let's talk about your grandparents."I was wondering when we were going to get to that.Cruella de Vil and her husband, I'd used to call them. Not just because of their personalities. Grandma had so many surgeries in her life she literally looked like her.Grandpa wasn't bad. He just married bad, I actually felt bad for him. We always had great convos whenever grandma wasn't around but it was like he was afraid of her because he would turn into her whenever she was around."Uhhh... My favorite people!" My sarcasm is really evident because Dr Moyo chuckles."They used to travel a lot. And they had a lot of money." They had seven houses in this country alone.
"She hasn't come home."It's been two weeks now. I have a long pending conversation I need to have with him. But only after his wife has come back home. I'm not a horrible person.The girl was supposed to have been back a week ago already, now I'm running out of time because Luke is getting fed up. He's getting fed up that our dinner dates and lunches are being cut short every time because of Tristan's constant meltdowns.He'd been really upset with me when I cancelled our dinner plans last week after I'd gotten a call from Tristan. I'd texted him that evening saying,'Hey, something urgent just came up. I'm sorry but I have to cancel.'That was about ten minutes after I'd texted,
"Have you spoken to him?""He doesn't really give me much of a choice." I say coincidentally locking my phone when I see him calling again."And he's still my fiancé." I don't have a choice but to answer his calls."Is it still the thing with his father?""No. Fuck his father. It's just that..."He doesn't want kids."It's nothing."I'm ashamed to tell her. It's embarrassing.The topic about kids is one you have before you even start dating, not after you've gotten engaged. But Jake and I'
I was never much into planning out my wedding when I was growing up. All I knew was that I wanted to get married, and that was about it. I never planned out the kind of wedding dress I'd be wearing, or what kind of wedding I'd want. I also never imagined the kind of proposal I'd want. But never in a million years would I have thought I'd want to marry someone who'd proposed to me the way that Jake did.It was... un-special.Of course I'd thought he was joking so I'd laughed. He'd laughed with me too.We'd then sat in a comfortable silence for a while before,"Seriously though. Will you marry me Mia?" His eyes held a softness in them I'd never seen before on him. It was like he was looking right into my soul. So with
From the moment he stopped the lift for me, my heart chose him without my knowledge.He's probably the most annoying, most selfish person I've ever met. But of all my days of loving - Lord knows I've loved, it's never felt this way before. Not with Tristan, not with Luke. Not with anyone.I've read stories and watched movies about how perfect that moment you meethimis supposed to be. I've always imagined how magical the moment would be for me too, because well, that's the picture that's always been painted. How you'll know when he's the one by how perfect the moment will be.My first experience withhimwas the complete opposite of that. On the first day I met him, he spilled a very hot, hot chocolate on my chest. He also got me in
"Who else is coming?""Maybe a few other people. I don't remember.""Grandma!""Mia, my memory isn't what it used to be."I absolutely hate birthday parties. I hate it even more when it's mine. I always preferred spending the day with Tristan just watching movies and doing absolutely nothing special. Mom and dad knew that and they'd respected it, Aunty Maggie did too.But my stubborn grandma just won't let up.She claims it's because she's never celebrated the day with me. My one birthday wish when I was growing up was always to not see my grandparents. Of course it was granted. It was the one day I wouldn
"You're a difficult person to talk to." It literally feels like I'm talking to a wall."Mia you talk too much." He says not even bothering to look up from his laptop.I don't know what to do."It can't be true though right?"He did say Meghan accused him of being in love with me, we laughed about that. Right? There's no way it's true."I mean I guess he's been acting weird lately, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's in love with me now, does it?" I continue to speak alone as my dear friend continues to ignore me.I haven't been able to sleep since my session with Meg earlier today. It's now past midnigh
"R200 000 for a bag?!"Does it carry itself around?"Yup. And that's the cheapest we've got."Even the lady who works here thinks that's ridiculous, you can see it in her eyes."Mam, Birkin bags are incredibly unique." The manager explains to me. Clearly that's something she tells people on a daily.They wouldn't even let me in the shop until I told them who my grandmother was. Apparently only certain people can have the luxury of being sold this incredibly expensive piece of garbage. I am shocked that this is the world we live in.I don't care how rich I am, I'm not getting myself a bag that's anything over a R1000. But this is not for me so,
"So he called the company and they ended up taking me. I'm starting on... Hey are you listening to me?""Nugget. You've been talking about this for a million years. I know the whole story by heart now. You still won't answer his calls yada yada yada." He says annoyingly."But what did he think would happen after all that he said to me? That I'm just going to forgive him? Just like that?" I say and I hear him grunt through the phone."Tristan what's the point of our friendship if I can't tell you my frustrations?"I genuinely want to know."I'm sorry nugget. But you should at least say thank you. You did get the job because of him." He says confusing my made up
I hang up the upcoming call on my phone for the umpteenth time this morning before I decide to just switch it off.Today's got to be perfect. I can't afford distractions. I ignore the weird feeling laced with that word.After taking a few breaths, I finally step out of my car and make my way into the giant building I've googled too many times. It looks even better in person."Hi how are you doing?"I don't like asking people this question because it's always pretentious, on both sides. When someone asks how you're doing they don't really care to know how you're really doing, and when people answer that question, they always feel the need to give just one answer, the expected answer.Today I ask because I'm need
I don't like being left alone in people's houses. For multiple reasons but also because sometimes people just show up. This is obviously not at all likely to happen but that's currently what's happening to me.Jake and I were working on some reports until he randomly decided he needed to go get a quickie, so he went to go visit Emily or whoever it is who's his victim now.I'm mad because that seriously could've waited. I'm stopping the things that I need to do so I can help him out and this is how he thanks me? Ok maybe I don't have things I need to do since I have all the time in the world now, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm now face to face with the man who used to make my life a living hell."Can I get you something to drink?"He's just staring at me and