OctoberRayne’s blog

I padded my way down the dark hallway which in the middle of the night seemed to last forever, hearing my feet shuffle against the soft carpet beneath them, my fingertips gliding across the slick dark walls.  My eye lids heavy with sleep, reaching up with my other hand I rubbed my eyes slowly trying to wake myself a bit more.  At last, reaching the end of the hallway I turned to my left and instantly felt the cold linoleum against the bottom of my feet which woke me even more as I entered the kitchen, it was dimly lit by the light I had left on above the stove after I finished cleaning up my disastrous mess that was more a less my sad attempt at cooking myself a real meal.
    Starting my nightly routine, I grabbed the silver kettle off the stove and turned to the sink filling the kettle up with water, wetting my hands I splashed my face letting the cool water drip from my face while I reached for the towel that hung on silver hanger on the side of the cupboard. Drying my face I took the kettle back to the stove and turned the knob, the blue flame caught my eye as I turned the knob even more watching the flame shrink down about half the size.
 Wandering my way into the living room I grabbed the remote off the coffee table, turning on the T.V then positioned myself into the corner of my worn tatty sofa. My old television set that was given to me by my uncle when I moved out, always took its sweet time coming into focus, I sat there waiting patiently for the picture to appear hearing the news anchor’s voice before I saw her face. Of course I already knew her face for this was my routine every night,  Make tea, watch the news, sit for a while wondering, ‘Why on earth did I agree to work the night shift while school was on break?’ 
 I suppose that was my fault for never being able to say ‘No.’ to anyone, the curse of being too nice as my mother would put it. I watched the quick words scrolling across the bottom of the screen, dazed, still not quite awake, my attempt at reading what it said was an epic failure. Hearing something about overseas and the war, again about the economy going down hill and blah, blah blah.  I rolled my eyes throwing the remote beside me, not even making the effort to try something else to watch, not that it would do any good I was too cheap to pay for cable for my old run down apartment so I suffered between three horrible channels, one in which only came in accompanied by that lovely black and white snow.
 I lay my head back against what padding was left on my sofa trying desperately not to let myself fall back asleep. The wind outside was beginning to wail a little bit louder then it had been earlier, of course, the storm starts when I have to make my long boring drive to work. Just my luck. The branches of the large bush outside my front door scraped against the window, I had been meaning to trim that down for weeks, but between school and work I just hadn’t found the time. Stirred from my annoyance about the scraping on the window and my lack of motivation to take care of simple chores around my ‘home’ I heard the whistling of the tea kettle. I made my way into the kitchen, grabbing the usual large white mug from the cupboard and a spoon and walked over towards the stove. Grabbing a bag of tea from the tin canisters I had lined up against the wall I placed it in my mug and filled it a little more then half way with the hot water before I turned off the stove. Stirring my spoon around I watched as the teabag caught in the small whirlwind inside of the mug, the water growing shades darker as it swirled around. Grabbing my mug of hot tea I walked back down the dark hallway to my room. Taking a few sips of tea I then set the mug down on my nightstand, the old wood was covered in rings from my many nights of hot tea , I thought to myself maybe I should get some coasters or something, eh but what’s the use? I am sure I would use them once or twice and then forget that they were even there due to my laziness and my lack of enthusiasm when it came to upkeep of this run down place that I called my home.

I ran my fingers through my mess of hair as I dug in my closet for my work uniform, this too was a horrid mess. I had also been meaning to clean this out for a long time, so many old clothes, shoes and what other junk I had compiled over the year and a half that I had lived there. Quite shocking that I could even find my uniform, I threw it across to the end of my bed and turned and looked at my closet one more time. Sighing to myself, ‘I’ll get to it one of these days.’ I thought. Shrugging my shoulders I went to the bathroom and took a shower, the warm water did nothing but make me desperately want to go back to bed, fighting against it I finished my shower with cool water, not to my liking of course but I did  need to stay awake. I finished getting ready for work, while I continued to sip on my cup of tea.
 Work, Off to work I go, I turned off the television set, the light over the stove I grabbed my keys and bundled myself in my jacket, and I walked outside turning to lock my front door and then down the walkway to my car. The wind wasn’t as bad as it had seemed, maybe on the way to work I wont feel like my car is about to blow over.  I got in, buckled myself up, turned the heater and the stereo on and I made my way to that, place I call work.  I had worked at the front desk in one of the local  hotels since I arrived here almost two years ago, it wasn’t the  most exciting job, taking names, numbers, assigning rooms and sorts, but the pay was good, well a lot better then it would have been if I had decided to work as a cashier in a grocery store. I dealt with the horrid black uniform trimmed in white, and the shiny gold name tag that adorned my name, the uniform  wasn’t that bad, it took a while to get used to but now its just normal routine for me.
  Everyone I worked with was quite pleasant except for Mike, not that he wasn’t friendly he was just painfully shy, I am surprised the poor boy could even utter a word w hen it came to taking the customers baggage to their rooms, he really was a sweet kid maybe just a little misunderstood. Amy, Brenda and Heather were girls that worked at the front desk with me, Heather was very much to herself, not really shy about things but she made sure to talk about work and work only she kept her home life to herself, which was fine with me I was there to do a job just as well as her, keeps things less stressful when you don’t share your personal business at the work place, or so I had found. Amy was the happy go lucky one, always very talkative and giggling at this and that, she kept everything on the light side when worked seemed to drag on, her laugh was quite infectious. As for Brenda, she really didn’t talk to myself or the other girls she was quite a bit older then us and always had that serious look on her face that made you wonder what you had done wrong to make her so angry.
 I arrived at work a half hour later taking over for Brenda.
 “Night.” She grumbled under her breath putting on her coat and I watched her walk through the revolving door. I stood at the desk, going through the registry making sure nothing had been left unfinished. Looking around the quite empty Hotel, I saw one man standing near one of the four lifts, on his cell phone pacing back and forth his hand waving around in the air as he spoke, I laughed to myself wondering what the trouble could be. The soft music that played in the Foyer was almost enough to lull me back to sleep, I looked over towards the back of the large space, and enjoyed the beauty of the fountain, most of us looked over it on the day shift we were always too busy to sit and gander at the true beauty of this large hotel. The water trickled over the edges of each tier to the next and then down to the large pool beneath, the one I always saw children throwing their parents pocket change into making their wishes.  In the middle of the foyer was a large seating area, a few dark leather couches and chairs that set off the cream colored walls and warm lighting inside, a large crystal chandelier hung above always sparking brightly.
  I smiled to myself, and decided to go through some of the new brochures that our boss Adam had given us so we were better able to answer questions about the new changes that were being made, if a customer should ask. Much to my surprise my eight hour work shift passed quite quickly. My co-worker Amy, sauntered through the revolving door of the hotel smiling brightly holding her morning cup of star bucks coffee, her long brunette curls bounced as she moved.  Greeting everyone she walked by with a friendly ‘Hello’ and ‘Good Morning.’ Amy hung up her coat before walking around the counter to where I stood.
 “Good morning Roxie.” She said in a happy tone.
 “Morning.” I answered watching her arrange things around her computer just so.
 “How was your night. Any news for me?” She asked looking at me with a smile.
  “Slow, same ol’ same ol’. No news of course, nothing ever exciting happens when its my turn on night shift everyone knows that.” I said trying to crack a smile.
 “You look tired Roxie, not sleeping well?” She asks, my eyes narrowed a little bit wondering if she was implying that I looked like hell.
 “Just not enough I suppose.”  
 “Well I am sorry to hear that, maybe we can switch shifts if you like, you could get a little bit more rest.” She asked, her big blue eyes staring into my green ones. I stared at her wide eyes and couldn’t help but notice her smile that never seemed to leave her face.
 “Oh, no that won’t be necessary, I agreed to work the night shift while I was on winter break from school, It’s quite alright, really.” I said politely turning down her offer.
 “Alright then, but the offer is always there, just let me know.” She said watching me go towards the side door grabbing my coat. She was always so bubbly and happy I wondered often how she did it, I mean I wasn’t a total grouch or unsocial but is it really possible for someone to be that happy?
 “Thank you, Amy. Have a good day I will see you in two days, thank god it’s Friday.” I said with a smirk on my face as I put on my large oversized black jacket that my mother had given my for my birthday.
 “Your welcome Roxie, have a good weekend.” She said with a smile of course and I made my way out of the hotel.
 Getting outside, my face was struck by the coolness of the winter wind. I flinched a little bit pulling my hood over my head and zipped up my jacket as I walked across the large guest parking lot around the corner to the employee lot. I always parked in the same spot, the furthest spot in the lot, right in front of a few old trees and the white fence that surrounded the back side of the hotel, I guess I enjoyed my alone time in the long walk I had to and from.  Getting to my car I fumbled with the keys for a moment trying to unlock my door, which has become a chore lately, because of the cold? I am really not sure. Another fix it project to add to my list, I thought.  I sat down in the car and shut the door tightly, reaching back to lock the door before putting on my seatbelt. Turning the car on, I sat there for a while letting it warm up and waiting for the heater to kick in, I reached instinctively for the stereo and turned it on. Searching through channels trying to find something to listen to, radio these days seemed as boring as the television nothing but those horrible commercials, and much to my annoyance the ones over the radio were even more corny then the ones on the television. I scoffed and popped a CD in, a smile washed across my face when I heard the guitar intro to one of my favorite songs. ‘Enter Sandman’ by Metallica, everyone always told me I didn’t look like the type to listen to this kind of music, I never quite knew what that meant, I didn’t know you had to  look  a certain way to listen to different genre’s of music. People confuse me sometimes, or maybe I am just behind on everything, that will be something I need to figure out sooner rather then later. 
 The heater whirred, keeping me nice and toasty while I drove home, singing loudly along with Metallica’s ‘Black Album’. Some young guy about my age laughed to himself when we stopped at the light while he watched my karaoke performance from his car. I grinned sheepishly before waiting impatiently for the light to turn green.  Pulling out quickly once the color changed, I drove the rest of my way home still singing along.
 I pulled into the driveway, and got out of my car picking up the morning paper as I walked inside. I threw my keys onto the coffee table hearing them slam against the worn wooden top, and turned to hang my jacket on the make shift coat rack I had made with a few nails and old wire hangers.  I walked over to my answering machine, the small red light blinking, though I had already known who the messages would be from. My best friend of almost five years, Josephine or ‘Joe’ to most of us. She always called me on my Fridays planning this and that for us to do on my weekend off from work, not that I didn’t get to see her almost every other day out of the week anyway, it was nice knowing I had someone close to me since I  moved away from home to go to school,  I guess we got lucky both being accepted to the same college.
 Pressing the large grey button on my somewhat outdated answering machine I listened closely.
‘First new message: Hey Roxie, It’s me Joe. I was just calling to see if you were in yet. Guess not, hope the drive home isn’t to boring for ya.’ and she laughed a little before she hung up.
‘Second new message: Roxie, it’s me again, where are you? I guess I am just being impatient, hurry home, call me when you get this.’ I smiled for a moment and then heard,
‘One saved message.’  My smile quickly faded when I remembered the message, it was from him, his same over bearing tone, attempting to apologize once again for breaking my heart into a million pieces. I missed him more then I could ever express in words to anyone, even though he hurt me so badly.
 “Roxanne, its me David, look I know your there I saw your car when I drove by just a moment ago. Please pick up,… Roxie, you know I love you and I really messed things up I know that, and I am really sorry, I guess I took advantage of our situation. I don’t know what else to do, I don’t know how many times I can say I am sorry, I just hope one of these days you can forgive me. Please call me, I miss you, I love you. …Bye.”  I held back tears replaying that message over in my head. I couldn’t get over his face, his voice, almost haunting me at moments, it had been almost a month I still hadn’t the nerve to erase that message. I pressed save once again and picked up the phone to call Joe.
 “Hello?” She answered loudly, over the music playing in the background.
 “Hey Joe, I am home finally, just got your messages.” I said while I walked into the kitchen and sat at the table.
 “Hey Roxie, good your home. I wanted to come buy I got some stuff for you, you will be so excited. When is a good time for you?” She asked while the volume of the music faded.
 “Anytime, now if its okay with you, I am not doing anything and not tired enough to go to sleep yet.” 
 “Of course your not tired, Mrs. I can function with three hours of sleep.” She joked and I laughed a little.
 “Oh don’t be jealous.” I teased.
 “You wish I was jealous,..” She said giggling before she continued. “Alright then Rox, I will be there in a little bit, I expect some coffee when I get there.” she teased again.
 “As always, see you soon.” I said smiling, we both hung up the phone and I sat there for a moment looking around my small kitchen. The small window above the sink was decorated with a blue laced curtain that I had bought in hopes of starting some sort of color scheme when I was actually in the mood to decorate my home when I first arrived. The old cupboards painted a pale yellow they definitely stood out against the horrid light blue color of the walls. The pattern on the linoleum squares that adorned the floor was quite eccentric, black and blue swirls of some sort. The old refrigerator hummed lowly, making a few low growls now and then, I am sure that thing is on its last leg, It’s due to go anytime, that day will be fantastic, maybe I can get something new in this outdated place I call ‘Home’. My idea of decorating was placing a few candles here and there, along with some plants that I fought my hardest to keep alive, I definitely didn’t have a green thumb, and a few tin canisters adorned the counter by the stove, that were carefully labeled; Flour, Sugar, Coffee, Tea. The bowl I kept my fruit in was an old large Olive green ceramic piece that used to be my grandmothers, Joe bugged me about it constantly asking me if I was too cheap to get cable, why could I not  at least buy some decent looking pieces to decorate my small but cozy kitchen. I supposed the missed matched dishes and sorts bothered me to  a degree but not as bad as the one chair at my dinner table that had the wonky leg, you always seemed to wobble to and fro if you sat on it. So I did my best to keep that one pushed in, and out of use.
 Realizing I promised Joe a hot cup of,.. Well Joe;  when she got in I stood up from the table and started some coffee, and went to my room to get out of my work uniform.
 Joe arrived shortly there after, walking inside with an arms load full of bags and things.
 “Oh I smell the coffee, your too good to me Rox.” She grinned setting everything down on the coffee table.  I smiled and stood up from the sofa where I had been sitting watching the news as usual.
 “Do you need help?” I asked her.
 “Oh no, I just have a few more bags, I will be back, you go get the coffee.” She grinned leaving out the front door quickly. The smell of her sweet perfume lingered behind, as I watched her out the front window while she dug in the back of her Explorer.
  Joe was a good five or six inches taller then me, she stood about 5’9, she had waist length sandy blonde hair, her hazel eyes changed with her moods, I guess for me that was always a good thing. Her cheeks and nose adorned with tiny brown freckles, her lips were full and always seemed to be a tinge of red as if she always wore lipstick even though Joe swore; she would never put that stuff on her face, Joe’s make-up regime was quite easy, a quick coat of mascara, a dab of lip balm and some blush, and she was ready to go. I was always  the one to be jealous of her beauty and  statuesque figure. I myself stood a little over five feet, very thin and frail, my straight shoulder length jet black hair usually hung down framing my thin face, making my porcelain skin stand out even more, my eyes very catlike, an odd shade of green, almost yellow. My carefully chiseled face was never to my liking, along with my thin lips, high cheek bones and squared off chin. Why couldn’t I be beautiful like Joe? For that matter why couldn’t I be beautiful like any of my other friends. They always told me they were jealous of my looks and wished they could be more ‘exotic’ like myself, I just never understood that.
 Joe dug around some more in her car while I went to the kitchen to pour us both some coffee, I heard the front door close and I came around the corner holding a mug in each hand. Walking over to her I handed her the coffee and I sat down. Joe sat down on the chair across from me, taking a sip of her coffee and she placed it down on the coffee table looking down at the rings on the old wood.
 “Thanks Rox, you know you really should get some coasters.” She said eyeing the table.
 “I was thinking about it, you think the coffee table is bad?  go look at my nightstand.” I laughed drinking some of my coffee as well. Joe sighed and then smiled eyeing me and then the bags.
 “So aren’t you going to ask me what I brought you?” She said excitedly, somewhat bouncing in her seat.
 “I am sure your very eager to show me, I’m waiting.” I grinned.
 “Ugh, why can’t you ever be excited for anything, good thing I am not like everyone else, I don’t take your lack of enthusiasm as rudeness or you would be in lots of trouble, Roxanne Elizabeth.” She said looking at me through serious eyes. She always reminded me of my mother when she called me that, I chuckled for a moment.
 “I’m sorry I will work on my, ‘Enthusiasm‘.” I said through a forced smile bearing my teeth.
 “You are too much, and don’t flash me that corny fake smile Rox, I know you better then that, now lets get to what I brought you” She smiled digging in the first bag, she pulled out a clear bag that had some white and blue fabric in it I couldn’t really tell what it was.  She turned it around and showed me.
 “Curtains that will match your kitchen.” She said holding it up and then she laid it on the table. She dug into the bag again pulling out another package.
 “Hand towels and dish cloths that also will match your kitchen.” she looked at me “Are you seeing my theme here Rox, matching is a good thing.” She grinned before getting another bag and she pulled out a large clear glass bowl that was scribed with little white flowers along the top.
 “You are so getting rid of that horrid green bowl.” She laughed holding up the new bowl she bought.
 “Joe you really didn’t have to do all of this, everything I have is still good to use for a long time, nothings wrong with it.” I said looking at her and the bags full of things she got to decorate my very old, outdated, rundown apartment.
 “I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. You’re my best friend Rox, and I think you could use a bit of luxury of sorts, you have been moping and sad ever since Dav,..” Nice save Joe,..   “Well for almost a month now and its time you get out of that rut, now what’s better then starting everything off with a new apartment? well sort of.” She said pulling out everything she bough including beige and blue seat covers to hide the fact that my dining room table was way beyond its years. And a few buckets of paint so we could get rid of the horrid yellow cabinets, and more paint for the walls. Bye, Bye light blue.
 “You are too nice to me Joe, Thank you so much for this.” I said getting up and walking over to her to give her a hug. Her arms squeezed me tightly and she picked me up in a bear hug and laughed before she put me down.
 “Anytime Rox, now lets get started, kitchen first and then the living room, come on lets go.” She lead the way into the kitchen and we started throwing everything that she was surely convinced that was too old for my kitchen, which with no surprised was more then half of everything that I had. She replaced almost everything, brand new matching of course; blue and white dishes, blue and white towels, and new curtains. My table looked amazing now. She put a laced white table cloth over it and added a rose tinted vase full of white flowers in the middle of it. She snickered as she ripped off the labels I had put on my canisters. 
 “Hey! Why are you doing that?” I asked from on top of the counter while I painted my cupboards a new beige color.
 “I am going to use these for something else don’t worry I bought you new BLUE canisters, and really Rox, no one labels their canisters anymore, that so,…grandmother-ish.” She giggled walking over to the table where she had a pile of projects going.
 “Is that even a word Joe?”  I asked still painting doing my best not to splatter paint anywhere else.
 “It is now.” I heard her laugh again while she continued to spruce up my kitchen. After finishing the kitchen we went to the living room. Joe had bought a new cover for my sofa and loveseat and a matching one for the chair and some throw pillows. A runner for my coffee table that made you forget about how worn the top of it looked. We put in new curtains to brighten up the room a bit and again she placed a vase of flowers on the side table like she had done in the kitchen. Also getting rid of my makeshift coat rack she drilled a few holes in the wall and put up some new hooks that looked so much better. We worked together at finally hanging the large stack of photos that I had framed when I moved in, and she hung up some of my art pieces in the hallway.  I stood between the finished living room and my kitchen smiling happily at the changes that we made, my kitchen and living room could almost pass for those ones you see in those Better Homes magazines, almost.
 “Wow Joe, this is gorgeous, thank you so much. I swore if I walked in from work just now I would probably step back out the front door and check the address making sure I was in the right place.” I smiled at her, Smiling back at me she walked over and stood where I was looking around.
 “We did a good job didn’t we? And you are quite welcome, anything to see you smile Rox.” She kissed my cheek and gave me a one armed hug. Satisfied with our morning, and what turned out to be afternoon’s work.
 “What time is it, I think my stomach is yelling at me right now, ’feed me, Seymour’.” I joked rubbing my growling stomach looking towards the clock that was just out of focus.
 “It’s a quarter after Noon, I am a little hungry as well, what should we order, Chinese or pizza?” Joe asked digging in her back pocket for her cell phone. We both looked at each other and nodded with smiles on our face.
  “Pizza.” We both agreed, Joe called and ordered our usual, a small pepperoni pizza with extra sauce and a medium Hawaiian pizza with extra pineapple, breadsticks and some coke. We always made sure we had enough pizza to eat later on, nothing better then snacking on a piece of cold pizza while you watch a movie, beats eating popcorn and getting those little kernels stuck between your teeth, you know those ones that you can never seem to get out even if you floss and brush a few times, little buggers.
  The pizza arrived a half our later and we sat in my new kitchen eating lunch talking about this and that.
 “You know Rox I was thinking maybe we should go out tomorrow to the mall, get some new winter clothes, the snow is coming.” She reminded me of the season I hated the most. I cringed at the ‘S’ word, snow was definitely not my favorite.
 “That’s a good idea, I really do need to get a new jacket, I love my mom to death but I really don’t know why she insists on buying everything a few sizes, too big for me.” I laughed washing down my pizza with a sip of cola.
 “Good then, Nena and Carrie were going to the mall as well, we could meet up with them maybe grab a bite for lunch or something, Nena has been asking about you.” Joe continued.
  ‘Oh why did she have to say Carrie?’  I thought to myself.  Carrie was one of those girls who always acted like she was a bit better then those around her, her stuck up attitude drove me crazy, sometimes you wish you could just slap some sense into people, Right? I smiled an nodded anyway, looking at the smile on Joe’s face while she talked about tomorrows plans.
 “Yea that will be nice, I have been meaning to call Nena, it will be nice to catch up.” I answered drinking what was left of the coke that I had in my glass.
 “Awesome, I will give Nena a call later and let her know we will see them tomorrow. Rox, are you sure your not tired?” She asked wiping her mouth carefully, getting up grabbing our plates and glasses and taking them to the sink.
 “Definitely not tired,  Even if I was I don’t think I could sleep much anyway, I haven’t had a decent snooze in over a month.” I said, thinking again about what David had done to me. A frown replaced Joe’s smiling face.
 “I know, I am sorry Rox, I wish you would just forget that jerk, you deserve so much better.” She said walking back over to the table and sat down.
 “I try to forget but everything seems to remind me of him, pathetic I know, the guy hurt me more then anyone ever has and yet I just can’t let go.” I said trying not to let tears well up in my eyes. Thinking about the first time we met on campus.
  David was tall dark and handsome so to speak, his olive skin was flawless, his chiseled face and muscular body reminded you of a Greek God, and his perfect smile was enough to make any girl melt. Dark brown hair that was always carefully styled, David was, flawless in every way. or so I had thought.  He walked over to Joe and myself as we stood with some friends on the steps of the library and he flashed his gorgeous smile, my heart had nearly skipped a beat.
 “Hello.” he said in his sultry voice.  “I’m David.” he introduced himself holding out his hand, looking down at me, and he eyed my friends who stood near.
 “H-..Hello, I’m Roxanne,…Well Roxie, and this is Joe, Nena and Carrie.” I did my best not to stutter as I was wowed by his perfection, and those honey brown eyes that stared down at me, while I reached to shake his hand.
 “Nice to meet you all, I saw you in class earlier but I wasn’t able to catch up fast enough, I just wanted to say Hello and introduce myself.” He said, his smile never leaving his face.
 “Well, it’s nice to meet you too David.” I said smiling at him. The girls giggled amongst themselves noticing my nervousness as he talked to me. David stood there for a moment looking around and then back down at me.
 “David, come on man lets go.” his friend shouted from a few yards away, David turned and looked giving them a wave.
 “I have to get going, I hope to see you again soon, ..Roxie.” My name rolled off his tongue so beautifully I almost forgot how much I hated that my mom had to pick such a name for me.
  “Alright, yea, see you soon, maybe in class again.” I replied smiling again. 
 “Bye for now girls.” He grinned at my friends and he turned and walked towards the bunch of guys who stood waiting. His friends looked over at me all of them smiling and David gave me one more quick glance and they were on their way.
 I shook the memory from my mind and looked at Joe who sat across from me.
 “Soon I’ll forget him, I hope.” I uttered, sitting back in my chair.
 “You will Rox, I’m sure of it.” Joe gave me a warm smile before she reached over to put her hand over mine, doing her best to ease my stress. I smiled back and looked around my kitchen.
 “You know Joe, after all this work, I am thinking maybe I need to get a new coffee pot and a new answering machine too.” I grinned.
 “Now that’s what I’m talking about, good idea. We will look tomorrow when we go shopping. We have all night tonight to think of more NEW things you need to get for this place, I am sure our list will be quite lengthy.” She gave me a smirk and stood up from the table.
 “Where are you going?” I asked scooting back in my chair hearing it scrape against the linoleum floor.
 “Come on Rox, movie time!” Joe said walking toward the living room.
 “Alright, but I get to pick, I’m sick of those love stories, sap, sap and more sap, completely gross!” I joked getting up from my chair and following behind Joe.
 “Oh come on Rox, and I am sick of those dang Vampire movies you love so much.” She griped sitting down on the sofa.
 “Why? How can anyone get tired of those movies they are the best.” I said walking towards my DVD collection.
 “Really Rox?  Blood, dark clothes, pale skin, ’The Night Walkers’, ‘Midnight Fury’, I never understood your obsession with Vampires.” She said rattling off the names of a few of my favorite vampire flicks.
 “They are interesting, you know you really should read some of those books I have, I guarantee that you will be just as intrigued.”
 “I will try I suppose, but pick a good one, I swear right now that if the first chapter doesn’t catch my interest that it will be the end of my trying to become a vampire expert like yourself.  At least watch a good vampire movie that one you have with the hot guy in it, give me something good to stare at.” She laughed getting comfortable on the sofa. I nodded in agreement and put the movie in. I sat and  watched the movie, looking over at Joe as she cringed after each vampire took its next victim, I laughed to myself.
  Some where between the middle of the movie and the end I had finally fallen asleep. I woke up a few hours later, covered in a blanket on the sofa, Joe sat on the chair, her knees pulled up to her chest as she watched one of her movies.
 “Oh, please don’t tell me your crying Joe.” I snickered as I sat up stretching a little bit.
 “I am not, okay well I was, but I’m not now.” She looked over giving me a cheesy grin.
 “You’re so funny Joe, thanks for covering me up, sorry  I fell asleep.”
 “You’re welcome, and it’s fine, you need rest Rox, really if you keep up the way you are, you’re going to make yourself sick.  I promised your mom when we left that I would take care of you.” Joe said looking at me seriously, putting her legs down letting her feet touch the floor.
 “I know, I know, I am trying really.” I said folding up the blanket that Joe had covered me with.

 So,... I suppose I shouldn't make this too long, because I have absolutely nothing to say as of right now, but it seems that everytime I go to attempt to write a blog when I 'think' I have nothing to say, I usually end up writing a mini novel and blabbing about everything and anything that no one cares about but myself. So.. we shall see what happens.

 Here I am again on another blogging site, I guess Nacolle always has something to say, whether  someone wants to hear it or not, or rather read about it I suppose I should say.

The reason I joined this site is because a few friends of mine have started up a book club and we chose to blog about it on here, very cool.  I am extremely excited to start this with them, some way to somehow feel closer to them since all three of us are in different states living our own lives, when a few years ago the three of us were attached at the hip, we did everything together.  I suppose some days I miss that, okay lets say A LOT of the time I miss that.  I miss having those two around, Nicole was there with me since we were in junior high, and we met Chris once we started high school. I can honestly say that I thought nothing would ever come between the three of us, but I guess thats how teenage girls think during those days, that you will stay that close forever, not thinking about how life goes and the different paths it leads people down.   We went a few years not even hearing from eachother, I missed the both of them like crazy, Missing little things we used to do, eating pizza and junk food on friday nights with Nicole, or going shopping at a 24 hour supermarket with chris in the middle of the night. Or watching Chris dance around to some boy band pop song  in my moms living room, making all of us laugh which she was very good at.

 I gather that when your that young doing things like that together, that you dont think about cherishing all those little moments because you think that things together will never end, a friendship will never be lost, that they will always be there.   I regret loosing them for so many years, I know our friendship was never truely gone, but looking back over the years I didnt have them in my life, made me think about how much I took for granted when we did have our time together.  I wish I had cherished more of our time together then maybe those years apart wouldnt have seemed so lonely.  

I mean I had friends over the years but not like Chris and Nicole, nothing ever came close to what they were to me, we were more then friends, more then best friends,...more like sisters, the three of us so different in our own ways, but at the same time so much alike.  I think the three of us pushed each other when we needed to be pushed, we were there for each other when that lovely high school drama seemed to be the end of the world, and when your that young you really do feel like life is over when those things happen haha.  I am the luckiest person in the world to have two wonderful women back in my life who mean more to me then I can even express. It has been years since we have spoken face to face, but for now emails have brought us three back together and I cannot be more greatful for whatever force or higher power or whatever it may be that lead us back to each other.   I know that now we are older, wiser I may say, that we will work harder to keep things from falling apart again, I am not about to let two bestfriends, sisters of mine, slip away from me, so in turn,.. thats why I am on here ...this blogging site, what have you, because of them two wonderful, amazing, beautiful, intelligent women who I am lucky to have in my life. 

 *OctoberRayne*

        Aka

 NacolleMArie