Chapter Fifteen: Clarifying Crushes

We were in the parking lot, watching people come and go at a market place. I had made sure to drag her with me so that if I found something, she would know and not be convinced some other way.

"This is seriously a bad idea," she groaned as she watched the customers.

"Nope, this is an amazing idea, that way I can also go and meet him." I teased, "Size him up and see what he's like."

"Oh come on Aria, we were friends before anything and plus we've only been dating for three months!"

"What if he actually smells like a wet dog." I thought out loud.

"Oh wow, the next thing you're going to say is 'but mom he looks like wet bread.'" she said, mimicking my seventeen-year-old voice.

"I did that once and that guy actually smelled funny and honestly looked shrivelled. I swear at that point you were just dating any Tom, Dick ,and Harry. One looked like dad in the past, another looked like a shrivelled dick ,and now there's this one." I puffed, "Does he do tricks like Harry Potter?"

"You really aren't funny."

"Oh I know I am, I swear, when mother nature decided to make me, she knew what she was doing." I teased, "I'm pretty sure she put like 40 percent of her sense of humor in me and boom honey, the daughter was born."

"Oh I am glad she doesn't look like me so I can ignore the clown." she remarked.

"Oh that was so cold," I said as I stared at her bewildered at the remark but it made me smile to see that she wasn't brainwashed this time.

"Can we go now?" she asked with a pout.

"Oh definitely." I said as I closed my window and stepped out of the car, when I saw that she wasn't following I turned to her, "Let's go! We need milk and honey, mommy."

"I meant home! And you aren't Rupi Kaur." she said as she stepped out of the car, following me reluctantly.

"I could be Rupi Kaur," I said as I grabbed a basket and began walking around the market with her.

"Oh really?"

"Definitely."

"Okay make up something right now."

"Sad, happy ,or void."

"Let's say sad,"

"My midnight thoughts run like subway trains. So may I announce my words and be honest with you, like truly honest? I miss you. Like not even a once and while thing, no like I miss miss you. Every night I lose touch with reality, because I try to keep up with yours. I wanna know if you're okay. But I don't, I cant.

Can I be honest? I can't stop thinking about you. You're my weirdo. My cuddle buddy. My lovie dovie.

Can I be honest? I've never believed in voodoo, I've always believed in God but you do things to me, that make God and idols jealous of you.

So can I be honest? I want to cry myself to sleep, at the same time, I want to throw my heart into a frying pan, hoping that the blood will evaporate as you have. Just so that I can stop the pain.

Pain.

In all honesty, I'm tired of the pain. I just want you to make me smile again. In fact, I'll wipe your tears and be like your favorite pillow. Similarly to a tissue, I'll absorb. I'll let you complain, I promise we'll watch anime. In fact, pick a day and we'll read a book and just lay on the bed.

We'll set a vibe and when we're in the mood, we'll sing and yell, Okay!

Can I just be honest? I am getting tired of waiting for you in the blistering cold, tired of waiting for you to open the door, if only you would look out the window, wipe away the mist and see me glistering.

I am cold and it hurts. My heart hurts okay? So is it not enough that you aren't a man that follows chivalry. I know this because you still haven't opened the door.

So again I ask... can I be honest enough to ask what will it be again? I just need you to tell me. If I scared you away I'm sorry, I'm just trying to be honest... okay?" I finished, as I turned to face my mother.

"Who hurt you?" she croaked as she drew closer to me, she held my face in her hands and caressed my cheeks.

"Ms. Launter?" we heard and we turned to find a man, probably mid-forties, dressed slightly formally.

He looks like a graffe, forced into a custom suit.

He should be crowned as the manager of all clown affairs, in fact, make him the executive of it.

"Hi-" she croaked, I turned to her shocked but then she quickly cleared her throat and said, "Hello Harry, how are you today?"

I nearly laughed, hadn't thought that the reference of Tom, Dick, And Harry would be taken so literal.