Tiffany

You're worse. fears have been realized. you're alone with the one person in the entire universe. besides Kevin, you would rather not be Tiffany. let us review. it started about 6 days ago. your mother had sent a text without your consent. verifying you to be participating in a wedding that you did not want to go to. not only that, but you now find yourself doing sit-ups using your couch as foot weights. why you may ask considering your very very common stance on exercise, the answer is simple. your mother again. she took the liberty of purchasing a dress for you. that is a size too small. not only that, but she also made sure to purchase it in cash and destroy the receipt and refuses to tell you where she bought it. from that you could return it and get a better size. clearly enough she's making a statement about your obvious gut that you hate thinking about and you even more hate that some people take the liberty of pointing it out. and so, since it's clear that she's most likely bribed McKenzie or did something to Mackenzie to make sure that she take photos of you in the dress so that she knows for a fact that you were wearing it and didn't just leave it at home or hide it or take it with you and then just wore a different dress and as much as you don't really care what your mother's opinion about the things you wear is in this particular instant. when it comes to her and dresses, she wants you to wear it to important events. it turns into a war last time it from when you had earned up enough money to buy your own dress and she had already picked out a dress for you again. a dress size too small. you went with the dress that you had bought instead of hers and then the next day she started serving you nothing but vegetables for an entire month, even convincing your father to not offer you rides anywhere insisting that you would either walk or ride a bike. that woman may classify as the bane of your existence one day. anywho, having already bought the wedding gift for Tiffany spoiler alert, it's a juicer one of the basic four in wedding gifts. found yourself to be more prone to crying recently due to the damages being dealt to your bank account. your bank account was once filled with wealth that you could use at your leisure by backpacks and other things and occasionally still have enough money in case of an emergency. but these days your bank account is barely breathing for life and is desperate need of an infusion of cash. let's still there is enough money in case you need to go to the hospital, but only once you of course contemplate the idea of getting a second job or taking on more shifts, but the idea of spending more time than you want to with Kevin doesn't feel that great. but you do remember that those times you spent tending bars at hotels was rather eventful. you got to wear one of those swanky suits with premium jewelry that the hotel lends you in order to make you look top of the line so that they can brag about the quality of their services and they often tip really well. one time even a VIP invited you back to their room to serve them drinks for the rest of the evening. they even paid you extra for their services. maybe you could get another job one of those types of hotels to recover some of your funds. while thinking about that, you hear a knock at the door. upon opening it, you immediately spot Bridget standing in the doorway. this surprise you for two different reasons. one, although she does live down the street near the warehouse is she's never came to your house except for that one time which you helped you move in and two you've only spoken to her once in all these years and that was when you went to go drinking with Mackenzie and your future friend. speaking of what you need to remember to Make progress in furthering that potential friendship you've been wanting so badly but back on subject. why is Mackenzie here as the headline of your thoughts? a list of reasons come to mind but none that are solid before you can ask though. Mackenzie makes a very interesting statement. you don't look ready is what she says now. a new series of questions start to bounce around inside of your head. what are you supposed to be ready for? you didn't make any plans today. did you well? the concert isn't for a while so there's no way it's about that as you toss around. thoughts? she then starts to talk about how you should have received a text which makes you wonder what text? what could you possibly talk about for which you finally give her a response and your response is exactly that you don't know what text she's talking about. she then pulls out her phone and points to a text sent by Tiffany for which you then realize exactly why you're so confused on the matter. you see after your trip to India you made the immediate executive decision to block Tiffany's number. why you may ask? because Tiffany is an expert at getting you roped in the situation simply by text, you never get the chance to ask what's going on. why do you want me there or what do you want? the only thing you ever hear in regards to texts with her where are you? bring me your notes or get over here now, all of which were soft spots for you. considering your lack of affection in your past, any from other affection was deemed okay in your book and although her words were shallow, they still screamed that she either wanted you or needed you. which in your book felt okay but after India. it just felt like all her words were poison and if you didn't shop off your arm you would have died. with all of that said, you are surprised that a girl is smart as her didn't consider the possibility of changing her number and trying again which you are grateful for considering. because of that, you were able to escape bad situations in the future, but now it looks like she's managed to rope you in using Bridget as bait, but not just Bridget. you spot out of the corner of your eye. Mackenzie coming up the stairs to your floor. Mackenzie appeared to be tired. looks like she had a bunch of shifts back to back and Tiffany's text hit her out of nowhere so she didn't have time to recover you. of course, take the time to read the text message on Bridget's phone as she held it out. it read us following. I need the three of you here with me. the wedding is going well but I'm freaking out. I need support. please come quick hurry. after reading that, you do feel kind of worried for her, but then after realizing what she's like, you think that it's probably best not to go. then after thoroughly mulling over the situation again, you realize that you can't get even if you wanted to due to the simple fact, Mackenzie, although, do you having a vehicle only has a moped and of course Bridget being in a similar boat to you doesn't have a license thing is she was twice as dangerous as you were behind the wheel which led to the conclusion that they couldn't give her a license even if they felt like it would be a good idea to get a few pedestrians out of existence you of course could lend Mackenzie the vehicle to go without you, but would you really be such a terrible monster as to let poor tired Mackenzie drive your car all the way to the country over to visit Tiffany and even worse you would have her pay for gas on a vehicle she doesn't even own on top of all that leaving all of that in your head to Fester for a bit. you know what you have to do so you sign out loud wave everybody inside help Mackenzie get comfortable on your couch so that she can catch some z's while you ready yourself for this impending journey you pull out one of the new backpacks that you had just gotten off of an auction. it was an explorer backpack, a high quality one in fact as big as half of your body which you're about five eight in height. so half of that it has a spot to suspend any knapsacks you may have as well as other items. considering how long this trip may take, you're obviously going to be there until the wedding and so you decide to secure the dress that your mother took the time and effort unnecessarily to acquire, as well as some clothing to wear for your leisure, as well as any partying a bachelorette activities. you also put your laptop in because you know you're going to be watching your streaming service shows before you go to bed the two wine bottles that you would stashed away in a very secure place for times when your mother comes over and you can't be sober to talk to her. finally, you got dressed and even wore in the sunglasses that your dad passed over to you. he really love those sunglasses and love driving around in his cop car wearing them, he said it made him look like a real Miami police officer which was weird because you lived in Oklahoma. now ready to drive you realize that mackenzie's fast asleep on your couch. you of course find your hand slowly moving towards your phone secured into your hoodie pocket where you immediately remember that Bridget is here and that taking photos of your associate sleeping is considered creepy so you stop it and instead motion for Bridget to help you get Mackenzie into the car so that you guys can leave and go to the state over to visit her. now behind the wheel you realize three things one you forgot to get gas the last time you used the thing which was 5 days ago when Mackenzie drove it. the second thing is that when you went to get your license you were driving stick since you were using your dad's car now You're using one of those weird ones. your mom drives you know the one so ones with the letters and the weird gauge thing that shifts back and forth. you know that's a p stands for park, but you're not quite sure what all the letters stand for so you take a minute to search them up online before you start your car. Bridget starts feeling anxious as she sees what you're searching on your phone. now that you've got a general idea of how your own car works, you take the action necessary to get the car moving. I'm going slowly. you're just barely make it outside the parking lot and into the street in less than 5 minutes. wiping sweat off your brow you take the next step and hit it off into the road. as you're driving. steer you try your best not to let the weight of the car resisting your turns from the steering wheel accidentally lead you off the road and onto the sidewalk you start reciting your mantra. this is not a video game. killing people on the sidewalk is not okay. this is not a video game. killing people on the sidewalk is not okay. you keep besiding this to yourself in your head trying to make sure you don't forget or for victim to the. I have no control over my vehicle and now I'm going to jail club at some point. it looks like your mantra is flipping out in Bridget hears it because she too is feeling very nervous about being in the passenger seat you of course can only barely see it through them side of your eye as you have to extremely focus on the road so that you don't accidentally commit a crime. but as you and Bridget have feeling nervous, the both of you look into the rear view mirror to spot. Mackenzie happily asleep on the back row seat flat out. you keep driving until eventually you hit the highway and then you start to pick up speed because that's what highways are for fast travel and you're supposed to travel at a high but not over speed limit. doing that on the way you feel more and more nervous. you're not sure if you're doing the right. this is your first time on the highway. after all you you think things are going too well and then splat a cop. you fear something is wrong. you're not sure if you should slow down or speed up or keep going to the same rate. you're feeling very anxious. the cop car pulls up aside you. the cop in the car looks into your eyes. you look into the cops eyes you not to the cop. the cop nod's back the cop drives ahead. you start panicking for the obvious fact that if you ain't messed something up you would have been arrested. your license would have been revoked and you would have had to pay it fine to get the car that you already spent so much money on out of that place where they tow cars. you don't remember the name of it but you saw it once on TV but paying a fine sucks. even if you don't get sent to jail. I'm being arrested sucks even more because you then have a record and because you have a record should you ever need a new job it becomes harder because they know you have a record. but some point your incentive panicking had did the miracle move. you know the one when you get so deep panic mode that at some point panicking leads to the unconscious effort of comfort in order to stop the panicking from killing you set thing the brain does anyhow, at this point, now that you're brain is drugging itself into thinking that it's okay even though you clearly are in over your head, you've reached that level of instinct where you're just doing what you know and trying not to do things you don't know. so you're casually driving in a sense you decide to check on your passengers mackenzie's still asleep? check Bridget surprisingly fell unconscious due to the fear that you could kill them all with your inexperienced behind the wheel, which is very apparent by all of your mannerisms you should really take a class on that over time you start to get closer and closer to wear. Tiffany lives according to the GPS anyways, so you decide to play some music to encourage your brand to keep drugging you so that you don't have to realize that you suck at driving and any given moment you could mess it up and ruin everyone's life and that's the worst part of driving starts to kick in. you turn on the music streaming app on your phone. you open up the first playlist that you can find in your recommendments. of course, the song you hear you don't like so you skip it and then another one plays that you don't like. so you skip that. at some point you realize that you don't like this playlist. so you pick another one and then you realize you don't like these songs either. so you keep skipping and skipping. and then at one point you get frustrated with it so you decide. maybe my favorites has something I want, so you switch to that only to realize that everything in your favorites is something that you don't think will make you any more comfortable with the situation of you drive in so you start typing up the first song that you feel you could be okay with and then you listen to that song all the way through. and then the next song is something that just doesn't even fit the mood which makes you more frustrated. so you skip again. at some point you're more focused on your playlist and you're actually focused on the road which is bad. so you stop doing it and let the songs play through. at one point you grow comfortable with the songs even though you don't like them. because you are very much in a complicated situation, you don't have time to fight with your phone over playlists. you then find yourself in a complaining internal monologue about how the algorithm doesn't work and all the songs that come in after the song that you want to hear. don't even match the vibe yet along the tempo. the only time that I ever works out is if you're playing and album by a certain band you like or musician, but it's never a simple as playing a very edgy song and then more edgy songs follow afterwards because one minute you're listening to a very ety song and then the next minute you're listening to a song where they're bopping and moving and all that other crazy stuff and then it's all about happy go lucky jolly days and what not. and then you're asking yourself. I wanted to rock out and feel my soul tremble to the words of a very poetic musician and now I'm listening to some celebrity talk about how they drank orange juice and it made them feel like they were tripping on dopamines. this then started escalating to the weird question of do you want to hear rap before rock or after rock? sometimes a good rap song could lead into an even better rock song, but then other times it's like maybe a good rock song could get you even more hyped when you hear a rap song afterwards. these thoughts carried you all the way to Tiffany's house. a house for which makes you feel even more frustrated that you have to come out here. why you ask because the place is huge and we are not talking huge like oh it's huge. no we mean huge as in that's another large massive structure that economically cost you more without most benefits. and you're not even using half of the space. but you're paying for it anyways because you supposedly have that much money. in short, it's the pissing competition of houses. people often complain that others get competitive with sizes of things that they own. but in this case, doesn't it feel like this is a bragging competition that cost you more than it should as you going to this final monologue of yours? you finally park yourself in her driveway and thus your sixth day pain in the neck experience commences