"I want you and Gwen to leave Theresa and
I alone, mother..."
I always set my VCR to tape my stories before I went off to work
in the morning.
'Bold and the Beautiful' and ‘Passions’ came on one after the other so it was a
simple thing to do. To be honest, my interest in 'Passions' had kind of
dwindled since Ethan started getting ugly to me. But I still watched ‘cause the
story-line really was good. I broke a piece of my Hershey bar and popped it
into my mouth. Me and chocolate go way back, you see. I think most females can
relate. Chocolate was there when Billy-Bob dumped you for Mary-Sue, chocolate
was there when you were raggin' and bitchin' for a week straight. And now
chocolate was there for me when I had no man and was getting no sex. I enjoy
the two equally and so while I hadn't had one in years I had the other for a
lifetime. Even with the two fillings I'd gotten on my molars, back in August, I
still hadn't learned, three months later. I was getting really bad with it. I
had like, three half eaten Publix-brand chocolate cakes sitting in my
refrigerator.
As I was licking some chocolate off my fingertips the phone rang
and I lept for it.
“Hello?” I answered in the best,
yes-I've-been-waiting-for-you-to-call-but-you-don't-know-that-if-I-use-this-voice-voice.
"Hi, may I speak to Samantha?" came a polite and very
familiar voice. I forced
myself not to squeal like a little girl.
"This is she."
"Hi, it's Kevin."
"I know-- I mean, hi, good to hear from you," I saved
myself. Why on earth was I
so giddy? It's not like he was going to be giving me anything to opt for my
chocolate
anytime soon. The man was divorced and we were just friends. But he kissed you,
I
thought in my head. On the cheek though. But hey! you’ve got his number...
Suddenly I was itching to know what the surprise was. I knew I shouldn’t want
to. The last surprise I'd been given busted my face wide open and fractured my
wrist and ankle. However, my brother had called earlier on in the evening to
say my brace on my ankle could come off at the end of the month and the one on
my wrist in a couple more weeks.
For some plus hours me and Kevin talked. He liked to talk.
Especially about
music. Coming from anyone else, I would have thought the things he said to be
lame. Just aimless prattle coming from some stuck up celebrity who was trying
to make me feel bad that I wasn't world renowned and famous. But every word
that came out of his mouth was beautiful and was straight from his heart. I
admired that in him. I think I clung to every word he'd said.
We both yawned.
"You tired, darlin'?" I remembered that line and sort
of smiled to myself.
"Yeah, I think I'll definitely pass out soon."
He caught on quickly. “All right, just don't go pukin'
anywhere... not without me
to hold your hair back."
"I promise."
"Goodnight, Samantha," he said sweetly.
"Night, Kevin."
I could hear him smiling, "Sweet dreams."