Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
the puking, but I’m finally starting to come to terms with it. The porcelain goddess and I will become the best of friends by the time this is all over.I’ve taken a shower to make myself feel a little better. Ran a comb through my hair, put on leggings and another oversized sweater.
The smell of breakfast wafts into my room. Sugary sweet bakery smells. I finish getting ready, wondering who’s cooking breakfast. My feet lead me to the kitchen, and I come across an older lady standing in front of the stove. She turns and smiles when she hears me come in, motioning for me to sit at the table—a few seconds later, Macy bounds in too.
“Morning, Mia.”
“Morning, Mace.”
“How’d you sleep last night?”
“Ehh, it was tough getting my brain to shut off. I just kinda laid there for a while and stared at the ceiling.”
“Well, I have just the thing that may help you relax today.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mmmhmm. Roberta is going to cook us up some breakfast, and then Trevor hired a couple masseuses and nail technicians from the ski resort to come over and give us massages, pedis, and manis. Girls days in. How does that sound?”
“Heavenly. You got a good one, Macy.”
“I sure did. Sometimes, he’s a royal pain in my ass, but I wouldn’t trade him in for the world.”
Roberta, or Bertha, as Macy calls her finishes up breakfast and brings it to the table where we’ve planted ourselves. “Anything else you ladies need?” she asks politely.
Macy smiles at her. “Thank you, Bertha. I really appreciate you coming out on an off day to make us food.”
“Oh, I don’t mind at all. I’m going to head out now. Sounds like you two have a fun afternoon planned.” We watch her finish cleaning up and then leave us alone.
“Did we really need a cook for breakfast?”
She shrugs her shoulders and laughs. “Trevor insisted. How could I resist?”
I proceed to make a vulgar thrusting motion. “I’m sure he did.”
“Oh, good Lord, woman. Do you ever not think about sex?”
“Currently, no. It’s all about the dick…”
“Alrighty then. So we’ve got a couple hours until they show up, what did you want to do? I could show you around the lodge, and we could watch people learning to ski. It’s always funny when they fall on their ass time and time again.”
“Ugh, I don’t really feel like doing anything, to be honest. How about we throw on some Gilmore Girls and catch up with Rory and Lorelai.”
“From the beginning?”
“Yes, to Stars Hollow we go!” I throw my fist into the air, and we both laugh. Finishing up the rest of our breakfast, we make our way to the media room so we can watch it on the big screen. Plopping down on the couch, we put our feet up, click on Netflix, and proceed to sing along with the opening credit song.
Macy sighs. “Oh, Dean…”
“Ehh… I was more of a team Jess girl, myself.”
She rolls her eyes. “Of course you were!”
“Come on…the dark hair, the bad boy attitude, the swagger… I had a lady boner over him for sure.”
“It’s not like Dean was a goodie two shoes either…”
“Still. Team Jess.”
“Nope. Definitely Dean.”
“Let’s just say we agree to disagree.” We both nod.
The ladies from the spa show up right on time at two o’clock. They set up quickly in the living room, and we’re in the middle of our massages.
“Oh,” I moan. “That feels amazing.” I sound like a hooker having a fake orgasm, but damn, it does feel good. I have been dealing with a lot of stress lately and this is just what I needed.
We move on to pedis, and I chose attitude black for my color, while Macy goes for lavender.
“Hey, you said his favorite color is blue, right?”
“Yeah?” I say, looking back at her.
“Maybe paint your ring finger blue, just for Brooks then. A pop of color and something to let him know you were thinking about him.”
I lean back in the leather chair and groan as the nail tech digs her fingers into my arch and squeezes. Is it weird that I actually like foot rubs? I blame Brooks. He’s got me hooked on them, and now I can’t live without them.
Susan isn’t doing as good of a job as Brooks does, but he’s not here. Gah, will I ever stop thinking about him today?
Probably not, my brain whispers.
Macy’s eyes find mine with a concerned look. “You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?”
I shrug. “How can I not? I miss him, and it’s only been a couple days since I’ve seen him, avoiding him and all.”
“Oh, girl. He’s stolen that heart right from under you. You got it bad for him.”
I take a deep breath and sigh. “Something like that…I just wish I knew what he was thinking, ya know? I thought some part of him would be happy because he told me he loves me, but then we got in that huge fight, and I have no idea how he feels about me and the little nugget.”
“I’m sure he’s happy, babe. He loves you, and that little nugget is a part of both of you. How could he not?”
“I guess. I just…”
“I know, your brain is going on overdrive. Just let it pan out like it’s going to. You guys will figure it out. That little nugget is going to change things, but I guarantee it won’t change the way he feels about you. You’re going to have to be brave. This badass vibe you have is cool, I love her, but sometimes it’s okay to let people know that there’s a real person in there with feelings and love.”
I rub the sponge against the glass a little harder, quietly letting out a string of elicit words.
“You scrub that glass out anymore, you’re going to kill it.” I look up to find Willie eyeing me from the other side of the bar top.
“You can’t kill a glass, Willie.”
He grunts his agreement. “Nope, but