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The Lies We Tell
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February 22, 2016
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July 3, 2015
Forever Reckless Prologue
My eyes slowly peel open. The sunlight bathes through the unfamiliar window. I try closing my eyes, willing to forget the memories that plague my mind. I blink, hoping that this dream will end and I will be in my bedroom. My luck fails me.
My eyes linger to the other half of the bed. William, my childhood friend, is stretched across the bed. The white sheets wrap around his waist, leaving his chest exposed. His dark blonde hair is tasseled, carelessly scattered on his forehead. A faint smile rests on his face. In this moment he doesn’t look like the newly big shot, control freak I’ve grown accustom to. He looks different—peaceful.
A blush creeps across my face at the memories that plague my mind from last night. Not to be misinterpreted, it has happened a lot, but never with him.
I gently push the sheets back to grab the pieces of scattered clothes that line his bedroom floor. My body groans in protest from my ever present hangover. I tug on my plain black shirt and my skin tight skinny jeans before leaving his apartment. I push my sunglasses on my face when I exit his building.
New York City, home of the original walk of shame, after I step on the sidewalk I no longer feel ashamed. The sidewalks are loitered with people leaving a strangers apartment. But William isn’t a stranger. I shake my thoughts and walk into the first coffee house I see.
The bell chimes when I walk through, modern art scatters the wall, indie music blares over the speakers. The booths are filled with writers and their chorus of clicking keys, girls drinking mochas in over-sized sweat shirts. If this coffee shop had a theme it would be: ‘I think I’m different, but I’m actually the same as everyone else.’
“Next!” I look up and find a girl with pink hair and a piercing through her nose, frowning at me.
“Large coffee, black.” Like my soul.
She runs my card and hands it back to me. I accept my coffee and walk outside to hail a cab. My phone buzzes from pocket. I freeze when I see that Adrian texted me.
'My plane just landed'
My coffee slips from my hand and splatters on the sidewalk. My boyfriend is in New York. He’s here to meet my family. I’ve just cheated on him with my best-friend. My best friend and his family will be at my house tonight. Bile rises in my throat as reality crashes down on me.I hail a cab and direct it to the airport.
The city streaks past me as I contemplate my next move. Do I tell Adrian? Or can I put this behind me and pretend that this never happened? I’ll see William often, but he’s my best friend and this was a mistake. I don’t have feelings for him. It was simply the vodka clouding my judgment. I can’t act on impulse; I force a tight smile and will myself to make it through the holiday.
My eyes linger to the other half of the bed. William, my childhood friend, is stretched across the bed. The white sheets wrap around his waist, leaving his chest exposed. His dark blonde hair is tasseled, carelessly scattered on his forehead. A faint smile rests on his face. In this moment he doesn’t look like the newly big shot, control freak I’ve grown accustom to. He looks different—peaceful.
A blush creeps across my face at the memories that plague my mind from last night. Not to be misinterpreted, it has happened a lot, but never with him.
I gently push the sheets back to grab the pieces of scattered clothes that line his bedroom floor. My body groans in protest from my ever present hangover. I tug on my plain black shirt and my skin tight skinny jeans before leaving his apartment. I push my sunglasses on my face when I exit his building.
New York City, home of the original walk of shame, after I step on the sidewalk I no longer feel ashamed. The sidewalks are loitered with people leaving a strangers apartment. But William isn’t a stranger. I shake my thoughts and walk into the first coffee house I see.
The bell chimes when I walk through, modern art scatters the wall, indie music blares over the speakers. The booths are filled with writers and their chorus of clicking keys, girls drinking mochas in over-sized sweat shirts. If this coffee shop had a theme it would be: ‘I think I’m different, but I’m actually the same as everyone else.’
“Next!” I look up and find a girl with pink hair and a piercing through her nose, frowning at me.
“Large coffee, black.” Like my soul.
She runs my card and hands it back to me. I accept my coffee and walk outside to hail a cab. My phone buzzes from pocket. I freeze when I see that Adrian texted me.
'My plane just landed'
My coffee slips from my hand and splatters on the sidewalk. My boyfriend is in New York. He’s here to meet my family. I’ve just cheated on him with my best-friend. My best friend and his family will be at my house tonight. Bile rises in my throat as reality crashes down on me.I hail a cab and direct it to the airport.
The city streaks past me as I contemplate my next move. Do I tell Adrian? Or can I put this behind me and pretend that this never happened? I’ll see William often, but he’s my best friend and this was a mistake. I don’t have feelings for him. It was simply the vodka clouding my judgment. I can’t act on impulse; I force a tight smile and will myself to make it through the holiday.
