itself is the most wonderful fairytale of all." –Hans Christian Anderson
Once upon a time, I had wished for
my life to be like a fairy tale. The
ones where a princess goes through a difficult struggle to discover who they
are and find their true love. You know
the classics such as The Frog Princess, Ella Enchanted, the awesome Disney Rapunzel,
or even Beauty and the Beast. I craved
for the romance, the feeling of being special, but most of all, for my prince
charming to sweep me off my feet.
But I was so far from
anything like that. I had graduated
college and was still working part time as a cook. But besides that, it seemed like I still
couldn’t break my high school problem of losing my ability to talk to a cute
I was hopeless, I thought depressed.
Lounging on the comfy
couch in the living room, I scrolled through the social network, every kid in my
time was fascinated with, Facebook. I was trying to blow off time until my roommate,
Dana Bennett, got home from work.
Apparently, Dana had great news she had to tell me in person.
Again, I noticed the
many statuses about couples moving into their first apartment or even
home. A few celebrating the fact they
were engaged. Some of them was even
announcing being pregnant. Petty as it
was, I felt demoralized as I stared at my status of single.
was I? I was nice, pretty, had a
sarcastic sense of humor. Sure I was shy and quiet, but that didn’t make
Sirenetta less attractive. The shameful skeptical words echoed in my
head, Shouldn’t you be with someone by now?
A rattle of the kitchen
door informed me of Dana’s presence and I clicked the exit button quickly to
hide my obsession with love.
“Lexi?” Her bubbly voiced echoed
in the kitchen.
I placed my lab top on
the coffee table right beside me and called out, “I’m in the living room.”
Dana’s long leg had
first set foot through the archway before the rest of her tall, thin body
followed. Today she was sporting, a red wrinkled shirt etched the words, Holly’s Palace with her black hair with one
pink streak pulled back into a ponytail.
I asked as
Dana plopped onto the couch next to me with a tired expression, “How was work?”
Her brown eyes
contained sarcasm before saying, “What do you think? Amanda, the dumbshit, overcharged a
customer. And so once again, I had to
apologize to the customer and fix her mistake.”
I shrug my shoulders,
“Ah, she’s been there for
three months now. Abby’s been there for
two days and she’s caught on.” Dana
shook her head and leaned back in the seat, “Really it’s not that difficult to
ring up price tags and give the correct change back. She’s the worse employ ever.”
Dana was getting more work up as she sat up
with fire in her eyes. Listing with her
fingers, she continued to rant, “Always late, terrible with customer service,
never clocking out for lunch and I swear she’s been dipping her hands in the
business money. Oh, the best is her
telling me how to fold pants the right way,” Dana’s face was turning into a
bright red lobster color now. “She can kiss my ass. It’s stupid how she’s in
charge of me and Abby."
I know I had heard Dana
complain many times of Amanda’s incompetence, but I couldn’t remember why they
I dared to ask hoping Dana’s head might not
exploded, “Why don’t they just fire her?”
Dana shook with a
frustrated expression and revealed, “Because the boss is her mother.” She pulled two white bags over to me more and
continued to say, “I love Trish, but she has no balls when it comes to standing
up to her own daughter. Amanda walks
right all over her.” Dana glanced back
at me and said, “Enough about me. Tell me how work went for you?”
I shrugged my shoulders
knowing I really had nothing to report. I responded back non-chantey, “Same
old. Same old. I cooked, I cleaned, and I left.”
“Did you do anything
after you got done with work?” Dana was
hinting at my unsocial life after I got done with work at 3.
My green eyes shifted
up in thought, what exactly did I do
“Ah, I took a shower, napped,
made my check out, which by the way you have to get started on,” I said knowing
my list of accomplishments weren’t impressive.
Her eyes bugged out a
bit at the mention of rent and Dana quickly rummaged through her purse. “Just
because I have to write this check out, doesn’t mean you’re going to divert the
Dana clicked her pen and
started to scribble her handwriting on the check. I wondered if our landlord could even cash
the illegible reading of hers.
Now where was I. Oh. Lexi I’ve told you
once before you need to get out in the world.
You can’t,” she picked up another romance book I had just bought earlier
this week, “live vicariously through this. You may act like a middle age woman,
but you’re still young yet.”
My lips began to pout
as I whined, “Oh come on. You know me
Dana. I’m not into getting shit faced or
going to crowded places with people I don’t know.”
was a once mistake I never do again, I added in the back of my mind.
I tried making my face look petrified, which
wasn’t hard from my last thought. Adding on to the conversation, I said, “I still have nightmares of the
first night club your dragged me too.”
Dana tried to attempt
to stifle a laugh, but failed miserably as she choked on the glass of water.
She stated as a giggle began to escape between her words, “You expression was
priceless when that old man started to grind on you.”
sent a glare over to her and crossed my arms.
I retorted back, “It wasn’t funny.
He was so old and I felt defiled.
I took such a hot bath and three showers after that night.”
Dana raised her hands
in surrender, “Alright. I won’t ever
take you to a night club again. But there are
other places you can go?”
I interjected, “I go to
the market and my secret art store.”
“Sweetie, those places
only contain usually five people, which includes the employees. You need to go
to a protest, café, museum, gym, an amusement park, or even church would do.”
I snorted at the last
idea, “I’m not Catholic.”
Dana joked, “Well not
everyone can be like my fabulous self.”
I chucked a pillow into
her and Dana’s face fell from shock to laughter. Dana scowled at me, “Hey! If you keep acting naughty I’m not giving you
“Presents?” I said excited and skeptical. Usually her gifts involved some kind of
planned event to go too. I’ll admit
sometimes they were fun, like going to a movie wearing fan base t-shirt, but
others could lead to clubs or the dreaded karaoke night.
“Open it,” her brown
eyes sparkled with excitement, yet her voice held a slight nervousness.
Crinkling the plastic
bag from Holly’s Palace, I pulled out a sterling silver earrings that had
turquoise gems dandling down with a matching turquoise necklace.
I raised an eyebrow at her when my hand
connected to a short casual summer dress that had black and white floral
print. A bold leather black belt rested
at the waist of the dress. “What is this
She glanced away
nervously and said, “I was wondering if you would wear it and come to Jason’s
party. He said to me that I should bring
you to have a fun time and if
you don’t come, he’d personally swing by and carry you there.”
“Well somebody can’t
take the meaning of no,” I gave a slight chuckle and Dana added softly, “I
really want you to come with me.” She
glanced down sadly thus making me suddenly on alert.
Sitting up more urgent
and I asked perplexed by her sudden mood, “What’s wrong?”
Dana gave a sigh and
her hands gently lay on her stomach. She replied, “I’ve been thinking something
been going on for two months now.”
My wide green eyes
jumped down to her stomach and blurted out, “You're not pregnant, are you?”
Equally Dana’s eyes
widen in horror as she responded appalled, “No!! Definitely not. We have been saving ourselves
until marriage. Why would you even think
I barely spat out my
embarrassing assumption, “Two months. You put your hands on your belly.”
Dana glanced down at
her hand placement and smiled back up at me, “Oh, sorry. I have indigestion after eating tacos.” Her tone dialed down as she continued to say,
“Lately Jason’s been distant, busy, but mostly very secretive. I feel like something is off with him. He’s been so nervous. What if….”
I grasped her soft hand
and steadily said, “Jason would never ever do that. He loves you too much.” I
really couldn’t imagine Jason ever cheating on her. I would kill him first. “Maybe it’s the new job stressing him out,” I
threw out in the air.
She gave a strain smile
toward me, “Yeah that could be.”
Sensing her insecurity
and sadness, which was very rare emotion to see, I changed the subject. “So what are you wearing tonight?”
Dana shot me a puzzling
look, “Jason told me to dress to impress.
I’m so confused.”
“Well let’s raid your
closet and dress you up so that his jaw will unhinge from your beauty,” I said as I pushed myself off the couch.
She stood up and gave
me a hug, “You are the best, best friend I ever had.”
I laughed at Dana’s
exaggerated statement and joked, “I’m like your only friend.”
“I have friend’s Lexi. I just choose to hang out in your company more
than theirs,” Dana said as we wandered toward her bedroom. “You’re amazing,” her voice trailed off in
the hallway and I glanced down disheartened.
I wish guys could see