If destiny were real, I'm pretty sure how I'm feeling now has to do with it. The girl, the moment I'd met her I started feeling pretty strange. Crazy thoughts started to race in my mind. Maybe you knew her from a past life drew! How else would you feel like you've met her before when you actually haven't? Completely absurd ideas, yet they somehow made sense.
I even stuck around to prove my insanity. After recieving my food, I sat down on an empty chair and pretty much stared at people who came in for the next fifteen minutes, hoping that the girl would come back. Only when I realized how desperate and idiotic I must be to do something like this, I got up and stormed out the restaurant.
Of course she wouldn't come back you idiot. She doesn't even know you! The fact that I was putting so much thought into things made me feel like a stalker or some psychopath. Shaking my head to myself, I opened the front door and ran smack into my mom.
"Great! You're finally here. What took you so long?"
"Slow customer service," I replied in a montonous voice, the one I always used when speaking to someone - portraying the fact that I'm very unsocial.
"Alright dear. I'll come back within an hour or two. I'm going to meet an old friend of mine."
I raised an eyebrow at my mother. She's one of those women who go on dates almost every day, in hopes of finding their next knight in shining armor. After my father desserted us when I was only ten years old, my mom went into depression for a year. But then she rose back up and decided to take control of her own life. That's what she's been doing the past seven years of her life. Apparently, taking control involves seeing men; much to my disappointment. I never supported her as much as I should; partly because of the fact that I knew no one can replace my father.
So with the skeptical look on my face, I dropped my facade for a moment or two. My mother reacted with a roll of her eyes. "Believe me honey when I say this time, the friend is female. She's an old friend of mine back from high school and I've finally managed to get in touch with her again so I'm going to meet her. Please, don't trouble me."
I rolled my eyes back at her, imitating her and with a small smile on my face, said, "Fine. Go ahead." I had to bend down to allow her to kiss me on the cheek, as I'm a very tall teenager.
When I heard the start of the engine, I knew she was about to leave for sure and probably wouldn't come back to make sure she put the right earrings. That only happened when she went on a date. As hard as it was for me to believe her, I knew this wasn't one with romantic intentions and so let her go.
Sighing, I set the plastic bag on the kitchen counter and after making sure the door's locked, skipped up the stairs and bounded into my room. Turning the computer on, I decided to give it one last try. The enthusiasm came as a surprise but I decided to go along with it.
Skimming through my friends list on the website, I found Poppy's name and clicked on it. However this time, I got along well with the Internet and didn't have to feel the need to kick anything as the page loaded up pretty quickly. However, it still said she was offline and I couldn't help but feel disappointment flood through.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid," I muttered to myself, standing back up and making my way out the room when a sudden bling came from the speakers. I turned around slowly, squinting at the monitor. It appeared to be a pop-up chat box and as I got closer I realized that maybe, I wasn't being stupid at all.
Because there on the screen it said:
Poppy Brant: So...where were we?