Post by Anna on Apr 23, 2008 19:48:31 GMT -6
”Hey ther—whoa…you don’t look so good.”[/color]
I looked up at her from my seat at the kitchen table. Before Brooke had walked in, I’d been staring at my bowl of Cheerios, just stirring them around. I didn’t feel like eating though I thought it would have given me something to do instead of dwell on the fact I was still upset with him.
”Yeah…you could say I’m not in the greatest shape right now. Rough few weeks I guess.”[/color]
That was obvious. Sleepless nights left dark circles under my eyes. I was ridiculously tired and not to mention crushed after arguing with Rob night after night about adopting. He wouldn’t budge. All of the fighting had done its job and irritated me. I wasn’t exactly in a pleasant mood.
Brooke looked at me from the doorway of the kitchen, her expression showing a mix of shock and sympathy. She shook her head and looked down, obviously disappointed.[/color]
”You know, I knew you marrying him was a mistake.”[/color]
”Everything I do is a mistake unless it goes your way. Don’t even try that one with me.”[/color]
”Anna, look at it from my perspective. You married a man you had only known for a month, then you instantly got pregnant. You two never stop fighting, you lost the baby, now you’re six months into this marriage that’s gone all to hell!”[/color]
I sighed and pushed the white ceramic bowl out of my view. My eyes met hers and I grimaced. I knew she was right.[/color]
”Fine, it was a mistake!”[/color]
”You know, every time you fuck up, I pull you out of it. Every time you make a mistake, I’m right there, trying to fix it. But this one, I can’t fix. This one involves a lawyer!”[/color]
”I know! Stop getting all worked up about it!”[/color]
”I’m not getting worked up. It’s just the fact it’s finally setting in you married the wrong man! I’m not saying you had better options, but I asked you if you wanted out. You said no, you were happy. I shouldn’t have let you marry him!”[/color]
I glowered at Brooke then sighed. I slouched back in my chair, crossing my arms at my chest. This was going to be a difficult morning, it was pretty obvious.[/color]
”Look, I don’t feel like fighting. Rob and I just got done yelling about adopting again. He won’t budge on the subject.”[/color]
”Yeah, well, he’s pigheaded. You know he won’t budge because he doesn’t want kids. I don’t see why you try and push it. But a little advice, save you’re bad mood for your match. Don’t waste it on him.”[/color]
I nodded in agreement before scooting my chair across the linoleum floor. I stood up, grabbing the cereal bowl with boths hands and walking over to the sink. Brooke joined me and turned the water on as I dumped the remaining Cheerios down the garbage disposal, then opened the dishwasher.[/color]
”Those hookers are the least of my worries. Amy seems like she doesn’t know anything but the inside of her bedroom. I mean, look at the way she dresses! Someone needs to call Silicone Valley, I think that’s where she belongs!”[/color]
I noticed Brooke staring at me wide eyed, with her mouth hanging wide open. I rolled my eyes and stared at her, mocking her obvious amazement at the language I’d used.[/color]
”Brookie bear, don’t tell me that you haven’t had those thoughts. Her overly done make-up, the short looks-like-she-bought-it-at-a-Burlesque-show skirt, the tiny little tank tops that barely cover her fake tits, she’s gotta be a Jenna Jameson wannabe.”[/color]
”Oh my god! What’s gotten into you!?”[/color]
”The fact I’m sick of fake hookers trying to do what we do! They think that they can prance into the ring in their underwear and put on a show without a consequence. All they do is kick and slap like a little baby then waa-waa when they get their ass kicked!”[/color]
”You know…you’re right. She is just another bimbo…”[/color]
I nodded my head slowly, mocking her late discovery about Amy’s idiotic attempt at being a vixen.[/color]
”Oh, and then there’s Sadie DiPiero! Lovely little overly-bleached blonde who’s too stupid to say anything! Since the announcement of the match I haven’t heard anything but a few remarks with Amy. How sad, I would have loved to hear what her stupid little comments! She probably can’t speak on her own. I’m amazed she found her way out of all those twisty ties and the cardboard and plastic box! Oh gee, maybe she came with an alternate outfit too!”[/color]
I looked down, then cuffed the black cami I was wearing up to expose my stomach, then pulled down the waistband of my pink plaid pajama bottoms to sit very low on my hips. My hand grasped the hairbrush that was sitting on the counter, and Brooke smiled slyly. She knew this was coming.[/color]
”Oh, guess who I am! I can’t think for myself and I came with a brush! Gee, I should be listening to Barbie girl right now! I mean, you can like, brush my hair and like dress me however you want! I’m a total puppet!”[/color]
I sounded like your typical preppy valley girl, the bimbo type you see walking around in the local mall with $400 sunglasses and a miniskirt practically showing her ass cheeks. Brooke was gripping the ceramic counter top, cracking up and trying to stay standing. I decided I’d keep up the joke since we were both amused.[/color]
”Like, Oh my god! I like have a split end! I can’t kick anyone’s ass in a match, I mean, I have to like be careful I don’t break a nail! Or I will like totally mess up my makeup that I spend hours working on!”[/color]
”Ann-Anna sto-stop!”[/color]
Brooke was rolling on the floor, her face red from laughing. I could hear her gasping for air and I put the hairbrush down, then held my hand out to her. She took it, then stood up, still giggling slightly.[/color]
”I gotta give it to you…you’re still a fucking crack up!”[/color]
”I can be funny on occasion. I just need a reason to be.”[/color]
A smug smile slid across my face, and Brooke returned it. My eyes instantly brightened as I leaned against the counter, one hand on my hip, the other on the surface of the tile, my nails tapping on it.[/color]
”There’s no way a couple of bimbos are ruining my comeback!”[/color]
”Definitely not.”[/color]
I smiled at her, a hint of a catty expression within it. She looked me in the eye for a moment, before understanding.[/color]
”Is it me, or is there something up your sleeve?”[/color]
”Not for the match if that’s what you’re thinking.”[/color]
She pondered it for a second before making a connection. She’d noticed my cell phone sitting on the counter with the call history open, my brother’s number on there a few more times then usual.[/color]
”Rob’s in for trouble if he keeps pissing you off, isn’t he?”[/color]
”A smart girl doesn’t let her secrets get away Brookie. Let’s just say I have some Outlaws to talk to.”[/color]
A small smile crawled across her face, understanding what I meant. She was in on it too. She nodded slowly, obviously pleased with the idea of the conversation, knowing I had my comeback all taken care of, and the fact that the fighting between Rob and I wasn’t going unnoticed. I met her gaze after a moment, smirking about the little secret between us as the scene fades out.[/color]
I looked up at her from my seat at the kitchen table. Before Brooke had walked in, I’d been staring at my bowl of Cheerios, just stirring them around. I didn’t feel like eating though I thought it would have given me something to do instead of dwell on the fact I was still upset with him.
”Yeah…you could say I’m not in the greatest shape right now. Rough few weeks I guess.”[/color]
That was obvious. Sleepless nights left dark circles under my eyes. I was ridiculously tired and not to mention crushed after arguing with Rob night after night about adopting. He wouldn’t budge. All of the fighting had done its job and irritated me. I wasn’t exactly in a pleasant mood.
Brooke looked at me from the doorway of the kitchen, her expression showing a mix of shock and sympathy. She shook her head and looked down, obviously disappointed.[/color]
”You know, I knew you marrying him was a mistake.”[/color]
”Everything I do is a mistake unless it goes your way. Don’t even try that one with me.”[/color]
”Anna, look at it from my perspective. You married a man you had only known for a month, then you instantly got pregnant. You two never stop fighting, you lost the baby, now you’re six months into this marriage that’s gone all to hell!”[/color]
I sighed and pushed the white ceramic bowl out of my view. My eyes met hers and I grimaced. I knew she was right.[/color]
”Fine, it was a mistake!”[/color]
”You know, every time you fuck up, I pull you out of it. Every time you make a mistake, I’m right there, trying to fix it. But this one, I can’t fix. This one involves a lawyer!”[/color]
”I know! Stop getting all worked up about it!”[/color]
”I’m not getting worked up. It’s just the fact it’s finally setting in you married the wrong man! I’m not saying you had better options, but I asked you if you wanted out. You said no, you were happy. I shouldn’t have let you marry him!”[/color]
I glowered at Brooke then sighed. I slouched back in my chair, crossing my arms at my chest. This was going to be a difficult morning, it was pretty obvious.[/color]
”Look, I don’t feel like fighting. Rob and I just got done yelling about adopting again. He won’t budge on the subject.”[/color]
”Yeah, well, he’s pigheaded. You know he won’t budge because he doesn’t want kids. I don’t see why you try and push it. But a little advice, save you’re bad mood for your match. Don’t waste it on him.”[/color]
I nodded in agreement before scooting my chair across the linoleum floor. I stood up, grabbing the cereal bowl with boths hands and walking over to the sink. Brooke joined me and turned the water on as I dumped the remaining Cheerios down the garbage disposal, then opened the dishwasher.[/color]
”Those hookers are the least of my worries. Amy seems like she doesn’t know anything but the inside of her bedroom. I mean, look at the way she dresses! Someone needs to call Silicone Valley, I think that’s where she belongs!”[/color]
I noticed Brooke staring at me wide eyed, with her mouth hanging wide open. I rolled my eyes and stared at her, mocking her obvious amazement at the language I’d used.[/color]
”Brookie bear, don’t tell me that you haven’t had those thoughts. Her overly done make-up, the short looks-like-she-bought-it-at-a-Burlesque-show skirt, the tiny little tank tops that barely cover her fake tits, she’s gotta be a Jenna Jameson wannabe.”[/color]
”Oh my god! What’s gotten into you!?”[/color]
”The fact I’m sick of fake hookers trying to do what we do! They think that they can prance into the ring in their underwear and put on a show without a consequence. All they do is kick and slap like a little baby then waa-waa when they get their ass kicked!”[/color]
”You know…you’re right. She is just another bimbo…”[/color]
I nodded my head slowly, mocking her late discovery about Amy’s idiotic attempt at being a vixen.[/color]
”Oh, and then there’s Sadie DiPiero! Lovely little overly-bleached blonde who’s too stupid to say anything! Since the announcement of the match I haven’t heard anything but a few remarks with Amy. How sad, I would have loved to hear what her stupid little comments! She probably can’t speak on her own. I’m amazed she found her way out of all those twisty ties and the cardboard and plastic box! Oh gee, maybe she came with an alternate outfit too!”[/color]
I looked down, then cuffed the black cami I was wearing up to expose my stomach, then pulled down the waistband of my pink plaid pajama bottoms to sit very low on my hips. My hand grasped the hairbrush that was sitting on the counter, and Brooke smiled slyly. She knew this was coming.[/color]
”Oh, guess who I am! I can’t think for myself and I came with a brush! Gee, I should be listening to Barbie girl right now! I mean, you can like, brush my hair and like dress me however you want! I’m a total puppet!”[/color]
I sounded like your typical preppy valley girl, the bimbo type you see walking around in the local mall with $400 sunglasses and a miniskirt practically showing her ass cheeks. Brooke was gripping the ceramic counter top, cracking up and trying to stay standing. I decided I’d keep up the joke since we were both amused.[/color]
”Like, Oh my god! I like have a split end! I can’t kick anyone’s ass in a match, I mean, I have to like be careful I don’t break a nail! Or I will like totally mess up my makeup that I spend hours working on!”[/color]
”Ann-Anna sto-stop!”[/color]
Brooke was rolling on the floor, her face red from laughing. I could hear her gasping for air and I put the hairbrush down, then held my hand out to her. She took it, then stood up, still giggling slightly.[/color]
”I gotta give it to you…you’re still a fucking crack up!”[/color]
”I can be funny on occasion. I just need a reason to be.”[/color]
A smug smile slid across my face, and Brooke returned it. My eyes instantly brightened as I leaned against the counter, one hand on my hip, the other on the surface of the tile, my nails tapping on it.[/color]
”There’s no way a couple of bimbos are ruining my comeback!”[/color]
”Definitely not.”[/color]
I smiled at her, a hint of a catty expression within it. She looked me in the eye for a moment, before understanding.[/color]
”Is it me, or is there something up your sleeve?”[/color]
”Not for the match if that’s what you’re thinking.”[/color]
She pondered it for a second before making a connection. She’d noticed my cell phone sitting on the counter with the call history open, my brother’s number on there a few more times then usual.[/color]
”Rob’s in for trouble if he keeps pissing you off, isn’t he?”[/color]
”A smart girl doesn’t let her secrets get away Brookie. Let’s just say I have some Outlaws to talk to.”[/color]
A small smile crawled across her face, understanding what I meant. She was in on it too. She nodded slowly, obviously pleased with the idea of the conversation, knowing I had my comeback all taken care of, and the fact that the fighting between Rob and I wasn’t going unnoticed. I met her gaze after a moment, smirking about the little secret between us as the scene fades out.[/color]
