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“Would you quit dunking him? I’ll never get him shaved!”
“Can I get a bikini wax after this?” I choke out.
“Dudes! He’s coming back! Quit dunking him!”
“More!” I demand.
“Okay fine, dunk him again!”
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The razor comes somersaulting into the water.
“Fuck it. You guys fucking shave him then.”
“No, I want a bikini wax, Jack-Ass!” I call out to Jacks retreating form.
“Jack! He’s ready!” Matt calls out over his shoulder again, and within thirty seconds a familiar, cold, cylindrical object is in my hand.
Could it be?
I hold the red can in front of my face while my eyes focus. “Chugga Chugga Cherry Train? “You found it?” I look up at Jack.
“Shut up and drink it.”
“Do I dare?” I look between all three who have paused their grooming assault. “Are you guys sure? After this, there’s no turning back.”
“We’re sure.”
“We need you back, you crazy fuck.”
“Rebecca needs you too.”
That does it.
Cheers.
Rebecca
Things have beenquiet both at home and work. No paparazzi anywhere, no coworkers pummeling me with questions. My life has turned back to the peacefully organized and quiet routine that had me sturdy. I’ve regained control of my speech, body, and routine, and everything is calm, the way I like it.
It’s also boring as fuck.
I’m still creative with my work, but there’s no inspiration behind it.
I’m productive, yet I get excited about absolutely nothing.
I’ve stayed off the internet, which has been good for my mental health. It helps not to see if people are talking about me. Then again, I really miss handing trolls their asses on Reddit. And I want to see Chris. I’m heartbroken, if I’m being honest with myself. I want him back. I’ve wanted him back since the moment he stepped off my porch but I tried to tell myself it was in the name of getting my life back; my mental health.
It’s crazy. I was getting along just fine without him before I met him, yet now that he’s not with me, there’s a humongous hole in life that I can’t even try to fill with anything.
Fuck it.
I open my laptop.
If I can get back to baseline from the ground zero I was at after Tatiana pulled her shit, I can come back from whatever I run into on the internet to get a quick Chris fix. Especially if I head straight for Mayzie’s blog, sure to be a safe space. I bring up the page and scroll through the last few entries to the start of the UK tour and I can’t help but notice a few video still frames along the way.