I woke up to my back aching. I arched my back off the floor. As my back came back down, I just laid there thinking about yesterday. I groaned a bit, thinking what if Luke brought it back up.
I opened my eyes, to my surprise Luke wasn't there. But I silently thanked God that I wouldn't have to have awkward tension just yet.
I got up and went to the bunks to retrieve my phone. Unlocking the slightly scratched phone, I saw some messages.
"Hey one of these days I want to come out and see you 😘"
"Just forget the last emoji, I realize now that the emoji isn't meant for what I intended it to... yeah"
"Call me, I want to talk to you and Luke. 😗 love you."
"Heyyy, the boys and I went out for TIMBITS😀, txt me if you want anything"
I replied to Breton telling him he's the one who made it dirty, texted my mom okay, and told Luke I want some birthday cake timbits.
I went into the buses bathroom, and washed my face. I looked in the mirror and looked at myself.
Little imperfections, but I loved them. I loved myself. I wasn't perfect, but I only human.
I stopped my deep thought and went back to the bunks.
My phone soon bleeped, and sent the room into a little birds tweeting session. My ringtone for Luke.
"Ello." I hesitantly whispered.
"Hey how you doing this morning?" He asked.
"Good, I guess." I said, not quite sure how I really felt.
"So about last night, I just wanted to say, I would never hurt you, or use you. I love you, and love isn't pressuring someone, or forcing someone to do what the other one wants. So just know that I have never once thought about anything like that, and anybody who says I have can jack off. Nailed it." He breathed the last part.
"Nailed it?" I chuckled.
"Oh, um yah. You weren't supposed to hear that." He laughed loudly into my ear.
"What do you mean?" I chuckled lightly, nervous for the fact I didn't know what he meant.
"Well I wanted a movie ready speech, but I couldn't think of one last night, so I spent all morning think of what to say. It's still not perfect, but I think I came close enough." I could feel the proud look on his face.
"You did wonderful, Lucas." I laughed.
"Anyways we're on our way back." He said moments later.
"Well Im'a gonna go, and get ready for a day out."
With that i hung up the phone and went to my suitcase.
I causally pulled out a one of Brenton's hoodies and shorts.
Lazily throwing them on, I realized that I'm running out of clothes. Sure we go to the laundromat, but I feel like I should get some clothes.
I rummaged through my bag, and found my wallet. It was a light blue, with black lace wrapped around it.
Walking out to the Rv park, I saw many others, smaller than ours, and one bigger. I thought our was big, but this one was huge!
I unlocked my screen, and brought up Google maps.
"Find the closest clothing store near me." I spoke almost robotically into the speakers.
".7 miles away." Siri replied, showing no emotion. Obviously. She's a robot.
I decided I would walk, seeing there is no other way.
I swayed my arms back and forth, becoming more dramatic as time went on. Minutes passed, and my arms were no obnoxiously waving. It kept my brain occupied, but made me perceive to be a maniac.
Within 20 minutes or so I was there. I know quite a long time, but I truly was just barley walking. I have no need to waste energy on something so pointless.
"Merle's Maternity Shop" read the sign.
I should have checked what store Siri was giving me, but I didn't and now I'm at a maternity shop. Merle's to exact.
I found myself waking in anyways.
When I walked in I was greeted by the smell of stale air. Their were women all around, and a few men dispersed through out.
Some women were farther along then others. Few barley bumps, and some practically about to explode.
As I walked among the isles, I looked at all the clothes. I was in the 6 month isle and saw a girl about my age, and boy around the same age range.
The girl had deep auburn hair, straight as can be. Her cheeks were a rosy red, and nose rounded and small. She wore a baggy shirt due to her rounded belly. I would guess she's 6 month along considering she's in this isle.
The boy had black hair, straight like the girls. Also, with some blue high lights. He wore a striped tank top, and his pants were baggy and hung loosely on his hips. Causing his American eagle boxers to show.
They walked off to the dressing rooms, leaving me to wonder their story.
I forgot about it as soon as it came and kept wondering in the store.
I passed this women a few years older than me, staring at me. More so glaring at me. I cocker my eyebrows, showing my confusion.
"That figure won't last forever doll." She sneered at me.
I was going to reply saying I wasn't pregnant, but she seemed to be self conscious about her body changing, so I just went along.
"Oh trust me I know, but the child will be worth it. Don't you think?" I replied for her sake, and wondering her true feeling about her baby.
Her attitude didn't change much as she replied with, "crying, feedings at one a.m., diapers, yah it's sure worth it." He voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Well I think it will be an adventure." I replied happily, walking off.
I was about to walk out, when I saw the girl from earlier, coming out from the dressing room.
"How do I look?" I could here the girl ask, not to sure. I didn't know if it was about the shirt itself, or the if she was feeling self conscious.
"Great. Hey Im'a go take a smoke. Hurry up." He said, not really paying much attention to her.
While he walked off, I found myself moving closer.
"You look great." I said sitting in the chair next to where she was standing.
She liked back at me, then to the mirror before her.
"You really think so?" She said, her voice a bit more light. Almost a bit excited.
"Yah, that color looks great on you." I replied genuinely. The shirt was a coral with a white print. It really did bring out her dark brown eyes, and her hair.
"Thanks! How far are you." She asked excitedly.
"Oh me, I'm not pregnant." I laughed a bit.
"Here with anyone?"
"No, I actually asked Siri for a clothing store, and I didn't realize it was a maternity store." I laughed light heartedly.
"Oh." She chuckled.
"You?" I asked.
"6 months." So I was right.
"Boy or girl?"
"I bet your husbands happy about that. Someone to be like a mini him." I smiled.
"Well, he's just my boyfriend. And hopefully he's not like him." She laughed. But you could tell she was trying to hide her hurt.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to tap on a hard subject." I apologized, I did truly feel bad.
"No, no it's fine. He's just a bit bullheaded." She spoke, choppily. Almost as if to find the right words.
"Are going to try on anything else?"
"Can I help you?" I offered. She seed quite nice.
"Yah!" She seemed excited as to me asking if I could help.
"By the way by names Aubrey."
"Fiona, but you can call me Fio."
The rest of the afternoon was spent with me hanging out with Aubrey. She seemed to have a million stories to tell, some good, some bad.
I asked if she wanted to get coffee tomorrow, and she said yes.
I hope we don't get to close though, seeing in a week I have to leave.
Yet this whole time, she never wanted to talk about her child, or boyfriend.