antics

written exclusively for my LACES homies.  my bestfranns rock!

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Antics

by elena anunciado
 

“Oh Quinn, and London, my goodness, London!  It’s like a glorious wonderful paradise of complete and utter euphoria, not to mention the fantastic high-class and five star restaurants that will forever degrade all other foods to normalcy…”

         Her excited tone wafts across the empty tan walls, replacing the endless void.  I playfully roll my eyes at the girl’s delightful babbles as I hold my phone close to my ear, my body perched atop my bed and head leaned up against the wall.  Addyson is gushing about her travels across the vast expanse of Europe and how she’s so happy.  I mean, I can’t blame her; with a full ride scholarship to the Royal Academy of Dance, who wouldn’t?

         Her energetic tone sends positive vibes down my vertebrae, and I can’t help but laugh at my best friend’s incessant rambling.  On days like today, just the mere thought of unrequited happiness is a pick-me-up.  And Lord knows it; Quinn needs herself all the merriment she can get so she can store it up in a bottle and save it for later.  For depressing, mind-wracking, everlasting, glum, and loathsome Mondays that never seem to past by fast enough.  My day had been quite opposite of the one Addyson is currently raving about on the other side of the globe. My boss at the market fell asleep again, leaving me in charge of the whole business, let alone the two crazy mad woman that thought they could get away with stealing a turkey by stuffing it up their cat-printed wool sweaters.  Along with chasing after psychotic elderly women, one rather non-lunatic of an old lady had brought upon distress upon me as well.  When I got that poignant call from my mother at noon, I knew something had to be up.  As my mother explained to me that my granny- my sweet, caring, best-cookie-making-in-the-world granny -had suddenly out of the blue passed away during her sleep, I down right bawled in front of the whole line of customers waiting for their food to be scanned.  At that moment, the boss had decided to finally wake up from his 20 hour sleeping cycle.  When the tremendous line of customers waiting expectantly with eyes on me, he decided then to label me as ‘a lazy and emotional wreck’ and told me that I needed to ‘get the heck outta my shop’. And with that, I packed up my tote, mascara stained across my features, and left the shop with people staring with googly eyes at me. Now I was grandma-less, job-less, and happy-less. 

My reason exactly to confide with my soul sister and wish for a life much like hers. Hoping with all my heart that the joy may spread the deep ocean blue and sail to where I am.  Although Addyson may come across as the stuck-up type, what with all her love about talking about herself, she really isn’t.  She simply has a strong passion for the things she strives for in life, and tries her best at anything she does. And when she’s not talking about her success, she’s caring for others (much like myself).  She’s quirky and wild and I love her for it. 

 

         “…And the classical ballet program is absolutely delightful and… Quinn, Quinn, are you even listening to me?”

         My thoughts are brought out of their previous delusions and I snap my head up, remembering the conversation at hand.  There’s no point in lying to her, so I open up about my horrible day, and she gasps at the somber news.

         “Oh hun!  Do you want me to come over right now?  I can book the first red-eye flight over…”

         I cut her off, a firm “No, don’t you dare even think of doing that Addyson Claire Rhoads,” bursting through my lips.  I know fully well that if those words weren’t spoken with such force, she would’ve done it in a heartbeat. 

         She grunts, obviously in disapproval. But just as quickly, she replies in a happy tone, “Hey, I’ve found a solution to our dilemma!  Whip out that Thirteen Going On Thirty and get out your web cam.  We’re gonna have a mooooovieee night my doll!”

         I laugh at her resolution because it’s just so Addyson. 

         As I snuggle up in my down puff blanket and pillow, the digital presence of my best friend facing towards the television screen, I can’t help but think how much this day has turned around. 

         Oh gosh, do I love her and her antics.