I look outside and I see HIM. He's walking on the sidewalk just got off the stop. He has olive skin that is so smooth it could be butter. His jawline is as sharp as a knife, he looks tall, maybe 6 feet. And the most beautiful green eyes and they have flakes of gold in them. He is wearing a school uniform "Roosevelt High School ''. Isn't that near my house, he lives nearby. But why is he getting off? The walk is about two hours.
Wait, why do I care?
I stay seated and continue on my way to Charlie's house. As I continue to think about.. well you know who. When it's finally my stop, I hardly get off the bus and go to my apartment. I live in a 5 story building in Portland Oregon. I live on the 5th floor and luckily it has a pretty sweet view of a park. I unlock the plain white door. That says I'm room "532".
If you see Charlie's apartment, you'd think better off than we actually are, decorated with a delicate color palette of furniture. We have a 3 room apartment, office, and 2 bathrooms. Obviously we also have a kitchen and living room. Since the furniture is simple nothing clashes. Books participate in the decorations due to the fact both of us read. A lot. I walk through the apartment to my bedroom which is the last door in the hall. Ugh how much I hate it. All my stuff is still packed . The walls are off white and the wood floor covered in me and mom's stuff. I grab my wallet and head out the apartment. It takes 15 minutes to go to the supermarket.
On my way back home from the supermarket, I check to make sure I have everything I need; food for the next couple of days(including pizza), detergent, frosting, and two candles, onesies a red 3 and the other a blue 7. When I'm back at the apartment it's 5:32, enough time to make dinner and frost a cake. Why not go and get a cake? It was my mom and moms tradition to bake together and decorate together but this year I baked the day before and let it sit in the freezer and frost it today.
I guess even though mom isn't here it doesn't feel right not making a cake. Mom Always made time for me, no matter what. Made sure I ate well, Drove me to school, made me lunch, and always wrote a note in my lunch box. I started making spaghetti, it was always our favorite dish. While doing so let the cake defrost a little.
Ding
Charlie: I'm going to be home around 8, Don't wait to eat.
He is going to the bar. Although Charlie pretends to be nonchalant. He NEVER forgets a birthday, especially moms. Charlie always sent flowers with a happy birthday sis card attached on the side. Mom loved them.
Charlie is a closed-off but very sensitive person. He also isn't messy so we get along great. I set the table a little past six. Put on my earbuds and hit shuffle on a random playlist. I finished decorating the cake and now I'm letting the pasta sauce boil. I guess I can clean the place a bit. I started washing some dishes but only two people live here so there wasn't much to wash. I Vacuumed the carpet and swept the floors.
Charlie,like I said ,is clean and has a single modern thing in this house other than essentials, a TV. Charlie got it recently, thinking I watch TV, even though I mainly read books or find something else to do. Charlie is also a workaholic, getting home late and when he gets time off or has an opportunity for vacation. He finds more work for himself like chores or grocery shopping, or even justin working from home. He has two jobs: he is a mechanic and he works at a grocery store when he can, mainly on the weekends.
Beep
Foods ready. I set my plate in the center of the small table and eat my food. WHen I'm done I light the candle on my moms cake. "Since It's not my birthday I can't wish that You were here, but I hope whatever you wanted happens in a way that travels to heaven or maybe in your next life. I hope you stay with me for the rest of mine before you go but whatever you decide is fine." and I take a few moments before blowing out the candles. 37.
I go back to my room. I guess I should unpack. The Only things that are unpacked are my pillows, blankets, and a couple books all lying on my bed. I open one of my boxes to find more books, a book shelf, radio, cds, and my camera. I love my camera. My mom used to pose for me. I still have the pictures somewhere. I found a tape as well, when I was 8, I filmed a bunch of videos of me and mom. I put in my CD player and watched.
It starts off with my mom laughing. It feels like a movie. Now she's putting on a fashion show. She had black hair and brown eyes, flawless skin and an eye for fashion. She had sharp cheekbones, wide doll eyes, a pretty smile, and of course pearl white teeth. She was perfect. She had a dream to be an artist, she loved painting. She had been teaching me since I was young but I never was delicate with a brush nor did I have the patience or concentration to paint.
As the film went on, I felt less lonely and suddenly tired from her smooth voice until my eyes shut and fell asleep.