Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails

Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails | Chapter Sixteen | Writing Corner

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Chapter Sixteen: Midnight Dreams

I stumbled into the club out of breath and panting very unattractively. Running has never been my strong suit. Once I caught my breath, I found Zack relatively quickly. He was spotting Jack as he bench pressed the weights. I quickly made my way and once Zack spotted me he signaled one of the other guys to take his place. Once he was sure Jack had someone sporting him he ran to my side. The second he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in for a comforting hug, ugly sobs erupted from my body. Zack didn’t seem to mind as he only steered me towards the corner of the room for privacy and held me as I cried. He didn’t even bat an eyelid when I finally pulled away from his chest and a trail of snort connected our bodies. He simply cleaned my face with his shirt and smiled softly. “I’m here now. Tell me what happened?” And so in between snotty tears, I told him everything. I cried until I couldn’t physically cry anymore before pulling away with a snotty little laugh. “I’m sorry about your shirt.” Zack frowned a little confused at my statement before following my glance. He pulled a face and quickly pulled his now quite embarrassing soaked with snot and tears shirt over his head. I wiggled my eyebrows at his naked chest which he simply ignored with a shake of his head. “No worries. I get all the girls wet for me.” I blinked before his joke finally broke through my hazed brain. I laughed and punched his shoulder. “I will always be here for you, I promise,” Zack said in a sudden serious voice once the laughter died down. I frowned before nodding. “I know. You’re not going anywhere, right?”

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“Knock them out!” I cheered and hugged Zack and he punched the air. The big moment has finally arrived. The boxing competition was a small one, only between a few handfuls of clubs and in total there would be twenty fights in total. Five per night. Four fighters per night. It was easy enough. Two fighters, chosen by a draw from a hat will fight against each other. The winners of the fight will then fight against each other and then Ta-da! The process will repeat and on the fifth day of the competition the four fighters that one the previous days will face each other off until we finally have the lucky two. Those two will then compete for the big win. They were keeping it short with six rounds on the first few fights but the finals would be the normal twelve rounds. My mind reeled as I tried to map out the entire competition rules again but although I’ve been watching Zack train for months now, I still don’t know much about the sport or the point system or any of that. What if the opponent knocks you out in the second round? Does the match early even though there are four rounds left? I should Google all of this, I note to myself as I watched Zack warm up. “I will see you afterward! I believe in you!” Zack smiled and I left the room ignoring my racing heart. I quickly opened the browser app on my phone to do a quick Google search on boxing. The last thing I want is to just sit there and have no idea if Zack won or anything. Or if there are any fouls. Are there even fouls in boxing? Mason called my name and gestured to my seat right at the front before I could search my unanswered questions. I guess I will figure it out as I go.

Zack was overpowering in the ring. He could take a punch and wait his time but boy could he give a good punch back. He even knocked a guy out. It was insane, violent but the pure rush of adrenaline that flooded through the room was exhilarating. Zack was destroying his competition and I could see him walk away as the overall victor but then some guy called the Eagle stepped up and the crowd went nuts. Zack put up one hell of a fight but Eagle was vicious. He landed some ugly punches and I swear I saw a tooth get knocked loose. He was destroying Zack to put it nicely. The man could barely keep up by the end much less stand. Zack did get in a few punches, I will give him that but in the end, it came down to experience. Eagle has been in the game for years and Zack the newbie could only go that far. With one ugly punch to the temple, Zack toppled to the ground in a grunt of pain. My heart dropped into my stomach as I watched the event unfold. My breath got stuck in my throat and it took all my strength to not cry in despair. The paramedics carried off the ring and I quickly ran to their side in a blind panic. Zack was coming to it and seemed to be fine but with one quick check, they could tell the man suffered from a concussion and needed to be taken to the hospital. This news finally broke my pathetic control over my emotions and I full on ugly sobbed in the back of the ambulance as they took the man I cherished so dearly to the ER. There the doctor only repeated what the paramedics said, the man had a concussion, a light one. I needed to keep an eye on him throughout the night and he needs to take it easy for a while but otherwise, it doesn’t look like anything serious. Zack simply joked while I refused to surrender and laugh. Swelling on the brain is fucking serious.

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I collapsed on my bed, mentally and physically exhausted at the night’s events. Zack followed and slowly lowered himself on my bed. I quickly got up and removed his shoes before tucking him into bed. “Well, you need to stay awake for a few more hours. What are we going to do?” Zack wiggled his eyebrows at my comment and I barely stopped myself from slapping the man. This only seemed to amuse the man further. “I have some ideas. They start with a six and end with a nine.” I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Only he could get me to do both. I probably looked like something from some demotic horror movie. “I actually have been meaning to tell you something…” I trailed off. The sudden serious note in my voice perked his attention. “So, I’ve been looking into taking a possible gap year after a graduate next month and I found something promising.” I paused for dramatic effect. “Spill it already! The suspense is killing me!” I chuckled and poked his chest. It was his turn to roll his eyes and I predicted if the action wouldn’t cause him an immense eye, he would’ve have shaken his head at my antics. “I found this company that takes you all over the world. They organize everything. Transport, accommodation, everything you can think off. You work at a place for a month before going onto the next place. It’s like an intern at all these places. You’re basically the helping hand. The jobs don’t pay much and the entire thing is quite expensive but you’re mainly doing it for the security in the foreign country. You can go out with your colleges and just experience the different culture. I guess you pay for the experience. You can join for a year or two years. What do you think?” I panted, out of breath after my little speech. “I think it sounds perfect. Tell me everything.” Zack smiled and my heart clenched without permission once more but pushing the growing feelings aside, I launched into everything. We talked about my future till the early hours of the morning and it was pure perfection. I slowly started to drift off to sleep around 8 am when Mason promised to be on Zack duty and a clear memory popped into my head just as my mind lulled to a deep sleep. It was Zack’s fight with Eagle. The concussion punch played in my head in slow motion and I could see that Zack registered the punch coming and instead of blocking the punch like he normally would, he left himself wide open. He allowed himself to get punched. Why would he do that? Did he want to get hit? No, it can’t be. Who would want to get hurt on purpose?

Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails

Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails | Chapter Fifteen | Writing Corner

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Chapter Fifteen: Panda Bear

I bit my lip and hunkered down for another round. To say that I was captured in the evil hands of the slot machines would be a grave understatement. The first ten rounds were fun but as I got a little hint of victory here and there, the addiction quickly turned into an ugly monster. The prize wasn’t anything luxuries but boy was I determined to walk away holding that damn bear and other small cheap games. I pushed the fact that with the amount wasted on purchasing three more rounds could’ve bought all the toys that were hoisted as the ultimate prize a good three times already. We all have our weaknesses, I defended myself. Zack and Mason weren’t faring much better. They too fell into the trap of buying rounds after rounds if the game seemed to be too difficult. It also didn’t help that the two was in some sort of competition for another. A competition that seemed to favor Zack. Zack, however, didn’t rub his victories in the younger’s boy face, he would instead that the time to teach the boy how to improve in his tactics. Where to aim the ball in the ball toss. How by placing his one foot forward, he could improve his aim. A feeling I couldn’t even begin to described warmed my heart as I watched Zack with Mason. I surrendered my fate to the slot machines and turned my attention towards the two boys. After three rounds on the strongest man-machine, Zack being the victor in every single round, Zack was guiding Mason through the steps all the while sharing advice on how to build muscle. Daddy Dearest seemed to just enjoy watching the scenes unfold, well that was until the boys turned their attention towards the shooting game. That old little spark glittered in his eyes as he surprised Zack with his incredible aim. It took Zack only two seconds to remember that although my Daddy Dearest loved to bake and there was a time he was spending his time in drag, he was no pushover when it came to a gun. A stick military upbringing enforced this into him. Although it could only bring some negative memories to the surface, Daddy Dearest truly enjoyed shooting at the moving ducks. Zack enjoyed the challenge that the older man dished out and the two launched into a competition on who can shoot down the most ducks. Mason and I could only watch as the two slowly drew in a crowd. Zack by one duck was deemed the victor and with his prize in hand, he bowed to the crowd. I laughed and captured the moment with his phone. Zack shot me a big old grin before handing over his well-deserved prize. “For Milady.” I curtsied before taking the extra large stuffed panda bear. “Well thank you, my prince.” Mason shook his head and muttered under his breath all the while Daddy Dearest cooed and captured the moment with his phone with fake tears in his eyes. “I ship it.” I frowned in confusion but with a sly little grin, Daddy Dearest steered us towards the next attraction of the night. The ball pit for grownups. Sign me up.

Although I attempted quite desperately and pathetically might I add to forget about my upcoming exams, it selfishly announced itself by just dropping into my lap. The day arrived and with the first exam being the oh so dreaded Math test, I could only hope for the best. The exam period seemed to pass by with a blur all the while allowing our family to fall into a habit. Mason was adjusting to school life quite wonderfully. He made friends and started to train at Zack’s boxing club. He too had his exams to worry about but I quickly learned that although the boy would barely touch his books, he had nothing to worry about. Apparently, he was one of those lucky souls that just had a great memory. If he paid attention in class he never needs to worry about revising anything. A talent that by every passing day, I grew more jealous of. I vowed to make him regret this and I did so by forcing him to watch Gilmore Girls with me. Although the sweet drama was loved by myself and my precious Daddy Dearest, Mason loathed every minute of it. Zack was deep in the midst of training for the boxing competition. He trained for hours every single day and followed a very strict meal plan. The boy was growing muscles and leaning out like never before. So much so that a crowd of fangirls would ooh and aww at his training sessions with Jack. It also helped absolutely no one that Jack was attractive in his own right. I didn’t see the big deal of two grown man throwing punches at each other and would spend the time trying to jam whatever subject that was next on the list into my head. At every passing day my skills in the art of sport massaged improved and although this only brought a lot of ugly glares, snippy little comments from the fans, I just loved to rub it into their faces. They might be able to look at Zack but I could touch him all over. Although that came up so many times I never questioned the meaning of it. Sasha was just glowing and growing by every passing week. Now sporting a baby bump, she roamed the halls catching whispers and stares from some students here and there. It was still unclear what she would do once the baby arrives as Zack loathed talking about his younger sister being knocked up. I managed to gather from the rumors that Sasha planned to raise the baby on her own with the help of her parents of course while John goes off to college to follow his dream in football. Where this dream would lead is beyond me. John seemed more interested in the cheerleader than the game itself.

Daddy Dearest is the one that changed the most. Although the carnival seemed to be a moment of relief, he quickly fell into the shell of his being. He spends his days in front of the TV, allowing the depression to swallow his every soul until I came home one day and saw him still wearing the same clothes he wore days ago and balling his eyes out at Marley and Me. I snapped and pulled the blankets off and threw a bucket of water over his head. I told him what he has told me many times over the years. “Buckle up, it’s time to be a big girl.” Slowly he started returning to his old habits. He started to cook and bake again and as he rediscovered the joy in playing around with new recipes, I saw bits of my old father coming to light. He still had some moments where he would stare at Dad’s old office with a sad glint in his eyes, but he would shake himself up and return his attention to the matter of hand. He took my advice to heart and he simply buckled down and got what needed to be done, done. He started to sing while he cooked but he didn’t dance anymore. His dancing partner was now living in a small apartment a few miles away. Will he ever have it inside his heart to forgive Dad for his betrayal? Although Mason was slowing allowing Dad back into his life, I still refused to answer his calls. So fiercely protective of my Daddy Dearest, I couldn’t allow the man who hurt him so deeply back into my life. Not until he could find it in himself to do so. The chaos seemed to surround our family but we were slowly just getting through it. before I could blink, the exams passed us by. With a short break from school, I could give my full undivided attention to Zack as the big competition loomed over our heads, only a few days away.

I whistled at myself as I locked up my bicycle and walked to the front door. My heart sunk into my stomach as I found Dad on the living room chair with a grim expression on his face. Déjà vu neared knocked me off my feet as I remember the fateful day of Mason’s arrival only a few months ago. Daddy Dearest had his oh so familiar broken expression on his face and one quick glance at Mason’s face, I came up with nothing. The young boy was at stone-faced as could be. I slowly lowered myself on the sofa couch next to Daddy Dearest and steeled my heart for what could only be bad news. My heart seemed to hammer in my throat as I studied my one father. Dad really let himself go. With messy shoulder length hair, a beard in desperate need of a groom and a stained shirt, Dad looked absolutely miserable. Good, I thought. The clock dinged in the background as once again a tense silence filled the room. “Well, there is no easy way to say this so I’m just going to get it over with. We’re getting a divorce.” Daddy Dearest words seemed to echo in the living room that once held so much laughter as the two who now could barely look each other in the eyes used to dance off beat to whatever song the radio played. My heart clenched at the old memory and I bit back the tears. I don’t want this. I just want my old family back. Daddy Dearest continued but his words became muffled to my ears and I could only barely hold back the tears. “I might be far from forgiving your father M, but I want you to at least talk your Dad.” I shook my head as uncontrollable sobs shook my body. Without another word, I grabbed my bag and sprinted out of the house. Not wanting to spend a single second close to our broken family, I ran past my locked bicycle and made a beeline for the club. Zack will be there. He’s always there.

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Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails

Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails | Chapter Fourteen | Writing Corner

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Chapter Fourteen: Cotton Candy Hair

“Why don’t we go to the carnival? A good outing would do us wonders.” I broke the silence at the breakfast table. Mason glanced up with a small little smile before returning his attention to the car magazine. Daddy Dearest hummed in response that only succeed to play on my broken heart. Ever since Dad left, Daddy Dearest just haven’t been the same. Gone is the joyous laughter that would greet you when you arrive home. Gone is the live karaoke when he prepared the meal. Gone is the dancing in the living room. It as if his very soul left his body. I bit back the tears and wracked my brain. There has to be something that would make my precious Daddy Dearest excited to go out. “You can dress me up?” This sparked his attention and with a small grin, I knew that I won. Daddy Dearest, no matter how depressed, would never miss out on a makeover. He has been dying to dress me up since he saw the photos of the New York trip. “Are you going to invite your boyfriend?” Mason joked and I rolled my eyes. Mason is convinced that Zack and I are an item. Although we made it clear that we were simply friends, the boy didn’t believe us. It also didn’t help that Zack would make funny little comments that would fuel these thoughts. These last few weeks although quite grim, we managed to get in few laughs. I clung to that. Although the moments were short and far in between, it was like a breath of fresh hair.

After Dad moved out, life just wasn’t the same. Daddy Dearest was playing into the denial card in every move. He refused to accept that the only man he has ever loved cheated on him with a woman. How he could deny how much the betrayal cut his very soul and still accept Mason into our home is beyond me. Mason took residence of our old guestroom and to make him feel at home Daddy Dearest gave him full rein of redecorating the room. The two just clicked as they went on and on about this one football team and this new car about to be released on the market. I had no idea my adorable ex-drag queen of a father had this much boy talk in him. “I will ask but he has been so busy with training.” For weeks now, Zack has been training for this amateur boxing competition. He was obsessed with the sport and although I couldn’t stand to watch his body turn black and blue, I tried to be supportive. I went to all the training sessions, prepared his meals and protein shakes. I even went as far as to learn the basics of giving a sports massage from the other girls at the club. I tried to be supportive but that doesn’t mean I always approve of the violence that goes into it. If done right, it can be a great sport to support but the way Zack seemed to go at it…Something was different with him. Although he was still his goofy self with a smile on his face, something was different. It was this nagging feeling in the back of my mind and although I couldn’t place what exactly was different, I knew there was something. If asked if there was something bothering him, Zack would wave my concern away and distract me by changing the subjects. I must be overthinking things. Zack would tell me if there was something wrong, right? He knew that I was there for him, right?

I rubbed my temples as I tried to finish my breakfast. These last few weeks were stressful, to say the least. Not only was there the tense home life and the suffocating anger that grew every time Dad tried to call, but there was also the exams just looming over my head with this ugly sneer. Graduation selflessly grew close. I was nowhere near close to deciding what I would be doing with myself, come next year than what I was months ago in New York. It feels like a different time, a different story almost. So much has changed in such a short amount of time. My love for Sasha vanished as we continued to ignore each other in school. The same girl I loved for so many years, now wandered the hall showing and glowing in teen pregnancy. According to Zack, she’s having a boy and her lovely boyfriend, John, isn’t stepping up to plate. He had his football scholarship to worry about. If this cut her deep, she didn’t show. “Let’s go on Saturday. We can go shopping on Friday.” Daddy Dearest pulled me from my thoughts and I blinked. I nodded in response and pushed my now cold pancake away. “Maybe we can go out for dinner and a movie on Friday after the shopping,” Mason suggested and Daddy Dearest clapped his hands in excitement. “I’ve been dying to see the new Jurassic World! It actually premieres on Friday.” Daddy Dearest exclaimed with joy. I pulled a face not that interested in watching a bunch of dinosaurs but as the chatted about the said dinosaurs, I reluctantly admitted defeat. Seeing Daddy Dearest smile with his old spark in his eyes, I could never snub out that flame. “We should get the tickets soon. M, call Zack and ask him if he wants to join.” Daddy Dearest ordered before opening his phone to watch the trailer. Mason eagerly joined as the two watched the dinosaurs run around on the tiny screen. I got up and left the room as I called Zack. He opened at the third ring, his voice husky with sleep. “Good morning sleepyhead, do you have plans on Friday and Saturday?” Zack chuckled into the phone and threw me a line that made my heart beat a little faster. “For you, never.” I laughed and shook my head. “Was that supposed to sound cool?” Zack laughed before mumbling a soft no.

The movie as predicted was action-packed and incredibly boring. Although between the four of us, it seemed that only I shared this opinion. Not only did Daddy Dearest drag me against my will to the first film of the growing franchise, but he also quizzed me after the show. The men went on and on about the graphics and whatnot as I played with my meal. Most of the meal the three talked about what they would do in the situation of dinosaurs roaming the earth once more. It became a long discussion that I didn’t even bother to follow. After dinner, Zack decided to go for a run before joining us for dessert on the couch. The next morning, Zack joined him at the club as he trained while Daddy Dearest started the makeover process. I sat on the floor, my hands on the table as I tried to watch TV over Daddy Dearest shoulders. He got to work by applying a hair mask, face mask and then getting to work on my nails. My tender skins screamed in protest as he pushed and probed at my cuticles. “What color do you want?” He asked after an eternity of time passed. Is my face supposed to tingle? “Pink.”

I scratched at my arms as the glittery material irritated my skin. Daddy Dearest went above and beyond with the makeover. By the time he finished, I looked like I was my own attraction at the carnival. With a glittery and somehow fluffy dress, glitter stockings with shoes that glowed at every step, I walked around with cotton candy styled hair, with a lot of glitter of course, through the park. Zack full out broke out in laughter when he came home after the club and saw my attire. I looked so incredibly out of place as everyone else wore casual clothing. Kids would stop and point, adults would glance and shake their head and teenagers would snicker at my pain. Some even asked to take a picture with me which made the entire experience, much more entertaining to three men. I swallowed my complaints as I watched my father laugh the entire night away for the first time in weeks. If I knew that this would give him a pep in his steps, I would’ve offered myself on a silver platter days ago.

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Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails

Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails | Chapter Thirteen | Writing Corner

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Chapter Thirteen: Family

After a good scream and cry into my pillow I turn to my side and called Zack. He picked up by the third ring with a slurred hello. “Zack, I really need to talk to you. Please come over.” I whisper cried into the phone. “I will be right over.” I could barely hear his voice over the noise in the background. “Where are you even?” Zack hung up before I could get my answer but I shrugged. I will see him in a bit anyway. A soft knock pulled me out of my thoughts and Dad, the villain of the hour, poked his head through the crack of the door. I crossed my arms and shot him my best glare. “Look, let me at least explain.” I turned my head and chose to ignore him. I don’t want to hear his excuses. Dad however ignored my body language and entered my room anyway. “It was an accident. A mistake really. I was drunk one night and in a really bad space after your dad and I fought and-” I jumped up from my bed, my blood boiling with anger. “After a fight with dad? You cheated on him?” I screamed, tears rolling down my cheeks. My heart broke into tiny little pieces at the thought of the pure betrayal and heartbreak my precious Daddy Dearest must be feeling. “Get the fuck out of my room!” Dad scowled and instead took a step towards me. “Hey now, that’s no way to speak to your father.” Oh how I wished he would’ve left when I asked him too because my next words cut deep. “You’re not my father!” My heart shattered at the look on his face, before I could utter an apology, Dad turned around and left the room. What did I do? Why did I have to say that? My body shook as uncontrollable tears rolled down my cheeks. Why did I say that? Zack found me a good twenty minutes later, sobbing on my bedroom floor. In my distress, he picked me up and laid me down on the bed. He climbed in next to me and held me close towards his body. He didn’t say anything, he simply played with my hair and held me close. My body so exhausted by the turn of events of the day, I didn’t think to ask why he smelled so strongly of alcohol at 6pm.

Zack woke me up around dinner and we all sat around the table in a very tense silence. Dad sat at the head of the table as always with a grim expression on his face. Daddy Dearest ignored his usual seat and instead sat at the opposite end of the table. He wouldn’t even glance at Dad. In his mind, Dad didn’t even exist much less seated at the head of the table. Next to Dad sat his son who I have yet to learn the name off. I felt faint but as Zack tightened his hold on my hand underneath the table, I took one deep breath in before I finally broke the tension. “So, what is your name?” The boy shot me a surprised look before answering. “My name is Mason.” I smiled and leaned over to shake his hand. “My name is Melissa but everyone calls me M.” Mason simply nodded before returning his attention to his dinner in front of me. “Zack, my boy, how is your family?” Dad spoke up and the tension in the room returned full force and then some more. Zack laughed awkwardly before taking a sip of water. “Well, Sasha just announced that she’s pregnant so not so great?” I bit my lip to bite back my laughter but one look at Zack’s face, a small chuckle escaped my lips. Zack shot me a glare which only fuelled my laughter even more. “I mean it’s pretty funny. You saw the exact moment your little niece or nephew was created.” I snorted in between laughter which eventually infected the others at the table. “It’s not funny.” Zack hissed and shot me his ugliest glare. I choke on my own spit as I laughed. “I literally have no other information to this story and it’s even funny to me,” Mason mumbled which only fuelled the roaring laughter even more. I poked Zack’s side and he shook his head before chuckling. “You suck, M.”

“Mason, why don’t we take a walk and get to know each other?” I said which caught the boys by surprised. I shrugged in response. “Well you’re kind of family now and we should at least get know each other. Also, it will give the two dads some time to talk.” Mason paused before nodding. I got up, gave Daddy Dearest a peck on his cheek before leaving the room with Zack and Mason trailing close behind me. I refused to glance at Dad’s side on the way out. After grabbing out winter clothes, we opened the door and started to walk down the street. “So, Mason. How old are you?” I broke the silence after a few moments passed. For over an hour we just talked about the basics before we headed back to the house. Zack waved us goodbye when he crossed his house and for the last few streets, silence filled the space between us. Mason was a troubled fifteen-year-old teenager, that much was clear. Apparently, he has been living with his grandparents for the last five years after his mom passed away from cancer. They were, however, getting too old to raise a teenage boy and reluctantly shared that his father was just one town over. A father that has been sending checks these last fifteen years. A father who clearly knew he existed but never bothered to meet. A father he met up two months ago who was reluctant to tell his family. A father who was sounding more and more like the biggest dick in the world. I couldn’t stop myself as I hugged the boy only two years younger than myself who have suffered so much pain in his short life. “From now on you have me.” It was a promise that I never intended to break. We might not share blood but his family now. It came to absolutely no surprise that when we came home, Dad’s car was gone and Daddy Dearest was crying in the living room with a bottle of Jack as comfort. I instructed Mason to get the ice cream while I got the winter blankets from the closet. Quite naturally we all huddled up on the couch in front of the TV under the blanket. The rest of the night we didn’t talk, we simply just watched mindless TV and ate ice cream.

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Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails

Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails | Chapter Twelve | Writing Corner

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Chapter Twelve: A Horrible Day

I picked the dirt from under my nails as I waited for his royal highness to finish in the locker room. “Here you go!” I glanced up and smiled at the beautiful and delicious smoothie. “Thanks, Jack!” Jack flashed me a smile before taking the chair next to me. I took one big sip of berry goodness before returning my attention to my nails. “Zack still getting ready?” Jack asked after a few moments of silence. I nodded and Zack practically came out running from the locker room with a smile. “I’m ready, man!” Jack chuckled before joining him in the boxing ring. With mild interest, I watched the two circle each other in the ring before starting their fight when the bell ringed. The two eyed each other like trained practice, carefully accessing their opponent. Zack was the first the move. His movements so fast that I could barely follow the action but Jack easily sidestepped the blow before throwing a calculated punch right in Zack’s ribs. He flinched, the blow catching his but surprise but without halting his movement he threw his own punch. This time Jack couldn’t avoid the blow to his stomach. He jumped back gasping for air. Zack followed his attack with another ruthless punch. The game of throwing a punch and blocking another continued as the two danced in the ring for two hours. The fight ended at the sound of the bell, the two panted on opposite sides both sporting a hue of blue bruises on their skin. The two simply did the one-sided hug with a pat on the back before leaving the ring. They chatted happily as the two walked towards the locker rooms to clean up. I shook my head. Boys. I will never understand them. Zack isn’t a boy, my consciousness sneered but with a wave, I ignored whatever deeper meaning followed those words.

I fought back a yawn as I watched the student filled the classroom. Sasha and her pack of mindless minions was one of the last to enter. They all seemed sullen as they whispered among each other. I frowned when Sasha finally glanced my way. Her face was red and puffy. She’s been crying. I clenched my fist as her pain stricken face pulled at my heartstrings. Should I do something? She’s my best friend. No, you guys thought, remember? The bell rung signaling the start of the class before I could act on any of my thoughts. My eyes followed her as she took her seat, her hand comfortably resting on her stomach. It seemed to be an unconscious action on her part as if a part of her is protecting her stomach. My eyes widened at the sudden realization. No. I must be wrong. She would tell me, right? Suddenly those spam of panic messages crossed my mind. He came inside of her back then. It’s a possibility. At lunch, as I waited in line for my meal, my prediction became even more justified. One sniff of whatever meat they’re serving in the cafeteria sent Sasha running for the closet bathroom. Whispers and rumors spread through the school and by the last period, I was dying to know if it was really true. As I neared Sasha and her gang of minions, my heart hammered in my throat. We haven’t talked since our big fight and although I’m still ridiculously angry at her, I still care for her. She was my closet friend for years. Heck, not even that long ago I was madly in love with her. Was it even love? It died out as a small flame licked by a strong wind. Before I could overthink the situation, Sasha saw my approached and a scowl crossed her features. “What do you want?” Sasha sneered in anger. I stung I would admit but I squared my shoulders and reminded myself that she’s still that same girl I loved so much deep down. “Are you okay?” My sincere question caught her off guard. She frowned, shock clear on her features. “Back off, you homo freak!” Minion one stepped before Sasha before she could respond and snarled. I bit my lip and clenched my fits. They’re empty words, M. Don’t even give them the satisfaction than allowing the words to hurt you. They’re just empty words filled with lies. I glanced at Sasha, for what I couldn’t be sure. Sympathy? Reassurance? The same girl I fell in love with? The girl that would’ve stood up and glared at the mindless minion and told her actually where she could shove her cheap hair extensions. I saw none of that. Just a hardened scowl, a face so corrupted with anger, that old friend was long gone. “What the fuck do you want, Melissa?” Sasha spat my word and I glared. She knew I wasn’t a big fan of my full name. No one calls me Melissa, not even my fathers. “Why do you have to be such a bitch?” I spat before I stormed out of the classroom. Fuck her. I was just trying to be nice to her and she just threw it in my face. I don’t even care anymore. She could be just another cliché and tick off a teenage mother off the list.

I met up with Zack at the usual place and after watching him spar with Jack for two hours, we took a long walk in the park nearby. Zack would flinch on occasion but stubbornly refused to sit back and relax. I threw myself down on the soft grass next to the lake and begrudgingly and very slowly, Zack lowered himself onto the ground. Birds chirped and ducks quaked as we just watched the scenery before us. “Just ask already!” Zack broke the silence with an annoyed huff. I laughed and played with my fingers. “Is Sasha pregnant?” By the deep sigh and angry clench of his fist was anything to go by, I would say that would be a yes. “Oh wow. That’s big.” I gasped in shock and Zack simply nodded. Holy shit. Sasha really is pregnant. “Well her life is completely to the shits now. Do you know what she is going to do?” Zack shrugged and tossed a rock over the lake waters. Alright so someone doesn’t want to talk about his little sister being knocked up. “Why don’t you two just make up already? I’m not your fucking middleman?” I gaped in shock and before I could even comprehend Zack’s sudden outburst, he was walking away from me. What the hell just happened? “Hey, wait up!” Zack seemed to pause for two seconds before he spat up and disappeared around the corner. What the hell just happened?

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“I’m home!” I called as I stepped into the house. I frowned when I couldn’t hear the normal commotion. Usually, Daddy Dearest was humming in the kitchen as he cooked dinner around this time and you could always hear Dad typing in his office. I heart hammered in my throat as every horror movie with a similar scenario played in my head. “We’re in the living room.” Daddy Dearest finally broke the silence and I clasped heart, relieved. However, my momentary relief and happiness came to a crashing halt when I entered the living room and saw the somber expression on my fathers’ faces. Next to them was a boy, only two years younger than me if I would guess, angry at the world. No one was happy and one quick glance at Daddy Dearest, I could tell he has been crying. “What’s going on?” My heart pounded in my throat, maybe a crazy ax murder would’ve been nicer right about now. “Honey, why don’t you sit down?” Dad asked with his most gentle voice. He too looked upset. I shook my head as fear glued my feet to the floor. Moments passed before Dad sighed and glanced at the boy who seemed to get angrier by the minute. “There is no easy way to say this but…” Dad paused and swallowed with effort. “You’re dad over here has a bastard son.” Daddy Dearest snapped before storming out of the room. I blinked. No. My mind reeled with the new information and I shook my head. No. I didn’t hear him correctly. Dad dropped his head into his hands and sobbed. His body shook and his entire body language screamed shame. No. This can’t be happening. I turned and ran to my bedroom. No. This can’t be real life? I must be dreaming. I dropped onto my bed and screamed into my pillow. What a horrible day.

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Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails

Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails | Chapter Eleven | Writing Corner

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Chapter Eleven: The Fight

Daddy Dearest pulled me in for a hug before I even fully opened the door. I laughed and he picked me up for a full-on bear hug. I inhaled his sugar scent and smiled. One week away from one of your favorite humans in the whole world can feel like forever. “I missed you so much!” Another set of arms circled my body and I welcomed it. “Never leave us again sweetheart.” Dad pouted and I chuckled. “You do know I’m supposed to spread my wings and leave the nest next year right?” Daddy Dearest cried dramatically and tightened his grip. “Don’t remind us!” Zack cleared his throat behind us. “Where’s my hug?” Daddy Dearest pulled him into a hug before he could even finish his sentence. “Tell me everything!” Dad demanded when Daddy Dearest finally released us. I smiled and dragged the two fathers to the lounge. For the next hour, Zack and I went into great detail about the entire week and then showed off our tattoos. It was only then when Dad noticed the new hairdo and nearly had a heart attack. It also didn’t help that his sweet daughter was now permanently inked. Zack cleverly made a run for it before Dad could even move. The two then ran through the house while I continued to tell Daddy Dearest about the best week ever.

I dropped onto my bed in a heavy heap, completely spent from the chaos that was my welcome home greeting. I rolled onto my side and pulled out my phone. One week without it was a dream. There wasn’t any distraction and spam like texts only when I was needed. I sighed as my thoughts moved to Sasha. Am I still in love with her? She surely isn’t the girl I fell in love with anymore. It’s just the boyfriend this and that. She always cancels on whatever plans we do make and if we by some miracle actually go through with the plans she’s on her phone the entire time and always bails early. I mean, I guess I can kind of understand where she is coming from. She’s in this new relationship and it’s exciting but I mean come on, the best friend here! My week with Zack was so utterly perfect. These last few months he has been a better friend than she has. I sighed and finally switched my phone back on. These pathetic little thoughts are disgusting really. I hate that I can’t make one single decision. Always backtracking and second guessing myself. Always reluctant for change. Always whining and hating my situation but doing nothing to change it. I screamed into my pillow as traitor tears rolled down my cheeks. “Being a teenager is so hard!” Before I could facepalm myself at my typical the world is cruel teenager whine, my phone buzzed uncontrollably. One quick glance at the screen told me that Sasha was anything but pleased with my running off to New York with her brother for a week act. Now she cares. I paused at my train of thoughts. Do I even still like her? Much less love, the way things are sounding in my brain I don’t love her at all. Did I just fall out of love with her? Is that even possible? It could also be that I’m still in love with her but my feelings of annoyance are numbing that feeling? Married couples get annoyed with each other but the love is still there…right? I rubbed my temples and got up. I guess I just have to go to her place and talk…Dread settled into my stomach and with a heavy heart, I drove the bicycle to see the person I’m in love with. Or maybe just my best friend? Every little roll of the wheel forward, my anger and frustration at the entire situation grew and grew. By the time I rang her doorbell and Sasha threw the door open with a bang, my anger was ready to explode.

“Where the fuck have you been? I’ve been calling you nonstop for a week now. How could you just go off in the sunset with my brother of all people with telling me anything. You’re so selfish! I needed you M! But like always you just do whatever the hell you want. You don’t care. It’s just me, me and me! I mean what the actual fuck M? You just left and worst of all you just switched of your phone! That was a fucking bitch move and you know it! Best friend my ass! I-” Looking back if I just took a deep breath and over thought the entire situation like I always did, maybe the incident could’ve been avoided. However if you bottle all of your feelings up, you are bound to explode when you’re pushed too far. For the first time in our long friendship, I raised my voice. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? I’M THE BAD BEST FRIEND? Look at yourself in the fucking mirror next time, Sasha! You haven’t been my friend in months. It’s just all about Sasha! Like fucking always.” I should’ve stopped. If the hurt expression on her face was anything to go by, my words were cutting deep. I couldn’t stop though. The bottle was in pieces. I couldn’t hold back my inner and most darkest feelings. “You fucking disgust me. You just throw yourself at the first boy that even glances at you and obey his every fucking demand. News flash Sasha! He is fucking half of the cheerleading team. I-” The slap echoed in the air and silenced the fight. I cupped my cheek in shock, my mind reeling. What just happened? Sasha slammed the door closed, the wood hitting my nose as it swung into place. I screamed from the pain. “YOU FUCKING BITCH! I HATE YOU!”

The next two months was awkward and tense, to say the least. For the last 8 years, Sasha and I ate together at lunch with a crew of friends we met along the way. Every day we would meet up at the lockers and walk to class together. For the last 8 years, Sasha has been my only friend. The day after the fight, Sasha and the girls I could maybe have considered as friends the day before was huddled around her locker. Sasha was red-eyed and sobbing into her arms as her friends gushed around her with smoothing words. They all glanced up at my appearance and the ugly glare from the group told me everything I needed to know. However since we’ve been basically attached to the hip for years, we couldn’t actually go throughout our day without seeing each other. We share 5 of the 7 classes for fuck’s sake. Instead of crawling back to her side, begging for forgiveness on my knees, I took my lunch and left the cafeteria in search for a new place. It was times like these, where I sit alone under a tree eating stale bread that I wish Zack went to our school. I huffed, annoyed about the entire situation. Why am I suddenly the bad guy? I only said what she needed to hear. It’s not my fault she can’t handle the fucking truth. I mean suddenly I’m shunned and glared at every fucking class we share. I mean it’s been two fucking months already. Climb off your high horse and smell the shit storm. I rolled my eyes when I saw the little mindless hyenas throw me a glare when I passed their table on my way out. I threw the finger over my shoulder and moved to my beloved tree.

Over these last two months as the official new loner of the school, I slowly fell into a routine. I would start off my morning with a mini glare off with the girls that always seems to hover around our lockers, almost waiting for my arrival. Once I arrived and I’m in earshot they would then proceed to overdramatic laugh about something. I would then ignore them, get my shit from my locker and move on with my day. This process of glare and fake laughter would repeat every time they noticed I was in earshot. Sasha was the worst though. She was loving every second of the attention and seemed to add oil to the fire as her minions just soaked up her bullshit. The absolutely most pathetic part of the whole show that I’m so much better off without you is that the dumb girl is still falling for John’s bullshit. As the entire sticking her tongue down his throat every second I was in eyesight was anything to go by. Why are you so bothered about me? You do you, honey. I’m fucking sick and tired of your bullshit anyway. At lunch, they always switched things up. I mean you got to somehow keep your boring mindless life interesting. They went out of their fucking way to shoot me pity glances and talk very loudly might I add about their plans. Like that would accomplish anything. I would then roll my eyes, shoot the finger and move to my tree where I stuffed my face with whatever food the cafeteria was trying to pass as food. After I would finish lunch I would spend the remaining time before class starts playing the piano game on my phone. I was addicted to the game and the smoothing sounds of the piano seemed to melt all of the tension away. The same glares and hyena laughter would follow the rest of the day until I finally found sweet release from the childish bullshit in my two classes I didn’t share with the group.

Finally, the school would release me from my own personal prison around 3pm and I would bike home and dump myself on the bed. <What time are you coming over?> Zack didn’t respond to my text but by the sound of the doorbell ringing answered for him. <Stop ringing the doorbell and just come up already!> The sound of the door being opened was quickly followed by the sound of his heavy boots on the stairs. Zack dropped onto my bed, narrowly nearly crushing me to death. I laughed and shoved his side. “How was school?” He finally asked, his face still in my pillow. “Mind-numbing like usual.” Zack sighed at my response and finally glanced up from the pillow. “Still fighting?” I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. “You know the both of you are in the wrong…” I pouted at his response. A few moments passed before he sighed and threw up his arms in surrender. “Come on, let’s go to the boxing ring!” I smiled and jumped up on the bed. Zack recently joined the local boxing ring. Apparently, as a man, he wants to beat thing up so he can burn his extra testosterone. His words, not mine. Zack got up slowly, clearly still hurting from his session the day before and pulled me into his arms. “I miss you today.” His voice broke a little in my ear as his arms tightened around my body. I hugged him back with a smile and ruffled his hair before he finally put me down. He huffed angrily and fussed over his hair in the mirror. “You know I hate it when you do that!” I rolled my eyes and rubbed my nose. “Easy on the cologne big boy. It burns my nose.” It was Zack’s turn to roll his eyes.

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Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails

Chocolate Chip Cookies And Pink Nails | Chapter Ten | Writing Corner

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Chapter Ten: Chocolate Chip Cookies

Zack threw himself onto the bed with a groan, completely and utterly exhausted. With a shit eating grin, I twirled around the hotel room. Dirty Dancing has been my favourite movie as long as I can remember and the cast did an amazing job to capture the spirit of the movie. Zack personally loathed watching romance movies and was bored out of his skull throughout the entire show. “Come to bed M. I’m exhausted!” Zack groaned clearly not amused by my antics. I laughed before twirling myself all the way to bed and gracefully launch myself on to the bed and Zack. He grunted in response and simply rolled me off his back, swung his arm over my body and locked me into place. I smiled and adjusted to a more comfortable position still very much so trapped in his embrace and close my eyes. My body ached all over but with a smile on my face; I fell asleep completely happy.

Waking up and starting the day was incredibly slow and stiff. The last six days of crazy activities finally caught up to us both and the only thing we desired was to sleep the day away. Zack, however, pushed me out of bed with the promise that nothing too crazy is planned for our last day in New York. “It’s pretty relaxed. You mostly just have to sit there and let the magic happen.” I moaned in response and buried my face into my pillow. Sounds great. Zack’s phone buzzed on the bedside table and he quickly rolled to his side, finally setting me free, to answer the call. Before Zack could greet the caller, they launched into a full on rant so loudly I could pick up who was speaking, Sasha. A mixture of emotions flooded my system, emotions that surprised me. Annoyance. Anger. Just why I was annoyed with the girl I’m supposed to be in love with was beyond me. Am I even in love with her? This new version of her…I sighed and rubbed my forehead as a growing headache seemed to develop at my new train of thoughts. Zack ended the call just as angry and annoyed before not so gently slamming his phone back onto the bedside table. “Well, I’m up. Do you want to get some breakfast?” Zack finally asked after a few moments of silence. I nodded before getting up and popping my joints with a few stretches. “I just quickly want to hop into the shower before we go.”

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“So what is the game plan for the day?” I asked as I took another bite of the delicious egg and cheese bread. Zack nodded indicating his mouth was full of food and he would need a minute. I nodded in response and took a sip of my coffee. Damn this café can do nothing wrong. Even the coffee tasted better than normal. “We’re going to the hair salon.” Zack simply said and without any other explanation returned his attention to the burger in front of him. If his moans were anything to go by, he was enjoying the food just as much as I was. “I could fucking marry this burger and be a happy man for the rest of my life.” Zack said with such seriousness I could actually picture the event. I laughed and couldn’t help but agree. “I could marry this coffee and never go to bed sad.” I took another sip of the coffee at this statement. “Yeah because with all that caffeine you would be to hop up to ever go to bed.” I laughed and clutched at my heart with an overdramatic gasp. “Someone is feeling sassy today!” Zack smiled proud of his newfound sassiness and stole a bite of my bread. I growled and stabbed him with my fork. Or attempted to do so but his training reflexes outmatched my skills. “I can say the same thing to you…” Zack trailed off when I shot him a filthy glare. No one steals my food.

After breakfast, we headed down the busy streets of the center of New York. Zack kept a firm grip on my back as he steered me towards the direction of the hair salon. “I do kind of need a trim. My hair is getting way too long.” I mumbled before fingering the end of my brown hair. They were split beyond the point of split and grass dry. I definitely need a trim. Finally, we arrived at the hair salon and the lady quickly swooned over Zack. The man was a fine piece of work if I would have to say so myself and every normal straight woman are going to shoot a few glances. The man of the hour tried to act like he didn’t know any better but the little half smirk playing on his lips said otherwise. I shook my head and got comfortable in the chair. The hairdresser finally recovered over the initial shock to the system at his company stood behind me and picked up my long brown hair with a frown. “So what do you want to do today?” I opened my mouth to answer but Zack beat me to the punch. “Can you do this and keep it a surprise from her?” The hairdresser leaned over, closer than necessary might I add, to see the image on his phone. She frowned and glanced at me with a clear question on her mind. “It’s okay. I trust him. Whatever he chooses is probably perfect.” Plus if he makes me look like shit I will have revenge I added in my head. Zack smiled at my response and after a few more minutes of hesitation, or a few minutes to soak up the closeness of Zack, the hairdresser nodded before moving to the back room. “Am I going to get any hints?” Zack simply shook his head and helped the shop assistant to cover the mirror. A complete surprise it is.

There was no way I would’ve ever guessed what hairdo I would be walking out of the hair salon, hours later after entering. Maybe a new cut and some highlights to break up my mousy brown hair but a shoulder-length ombré blue hairdo weren’t one of them. A stark contrast to my normal do but boy did I love it. I fingered my hair, still shocked at the color before glancing towards Zack with a big smile. The man really does know me. “I knew you would like it! Are you ready for the next stop?” I could only nod, lost for words. I always wanted to do something crazy with my hair but never had the courage to take the leap. My heart swelled at his actions and emotions I have yet to even process bloomed. Without a moment of hesitation, I took Zack’s hand and followed his lead. I’m sure whatever he has planned next is just what I want.

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My heart hammered in my chest as I watched the tattoo artist prepared the stencil. A delicate and small chocolate chip cookie. Zack settled into the seat, his hand of the choice on the armrest. Ready for his first tattoo. The idea of having a matching tattoo with Zack made my mind swirl with so many thoughts and emotions, I couldn’t even begin to understand them. I sat down next to him and held his free hand as the artist finally placed the stencil on the outer part of his wrist. The idea was if we would hold hands, the two cookies would be next to each other. Minutes later everything was prepared and ready to go. I closed my eyes at the first buzz of the machine but quickly opened them so I could watch the tattoo I would receive in a few minutes come to life. I flinched as the needles pressed into Zack’s skin and shot him a glance. The man looked completely bored and pain-free. I relaxed and watched the artist work on the small little tattoo. 30 minutes he was finished. The end result was perfect and I very excitedly swapped places with Zack. The artist cleaned up everything and replaced the needles in the gun before placing the stencil on my wrist. After testing how the two would look next to each other once we held hands, we deemed it perfect and ready to ink. The tattoo gun buzzed again and I flinched and nearly pulled my hand away at the first touch but Zack kept me in place. His firm grip on my free hand gave me enough strength that I bit through the process. It fucking hurts! The 30 minutes passed painfully slow but the finished product made my heart race and a smile to cross my face. It’s perfect. After wrapping my tattoo and instructing us both again on the aftercare of the tattoo, we paid and left. “Want to go back to the hotel and watch movies in bed?” Zack asked as we walked hand in hand, cookie to cookie, back to the hotel. “God yes.”

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