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That’s how much my life is worth to them.
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Four numbers that now control my life
Seven
Eight
Three
Nine
How could four numbers become and look so scary when separated they appear harmless?
Seven hundred-
“Alright alright we get it! You’re life officially sucks at this exact moment. Stop with the pity party already!”
I sat up from my laid position on my bed to stare at my friend who said those words.
“No I will not ‘stop the pity party’ as you so emphatically put it. How in Dante’s level of hell am I supposed to get that much money in just a month?!”
“Well, who was it that decided to procrastinate before registering for classes?”
I suppose it was technically my fault for thinking that Graduate School wouldn't cost me an arm, leg, broomstick, and first born child. And yet I still felt that he should keep his damned opinions to himself. So,
I glared at him.
“Right, my bad. Continue with your pity.”
I sunk back down into my bed with a long groan and stared at the ceiling to find brown eyes surrounded by kohl eyeliner, messily done jet black hair with a feathered fedora thrown half-hazardously on top, an open blood red silk shirt with a leather vest hanging off his shoulders while his hands and arms moved about the poster either into his serious, yet sexy, thinking pose or his equally smoldering look as he gazed out the window on the other side of the poster. I don't which Weird Sister made him and I don't care but I do care about one thing:
Celina Warbeck better watch were her wizard made eyes roam or else her
real will be printed in the papers right and in a hurry.
“-th to Jessica….earth to Jessica….Jessica!”
I promptly fell off my bed as I was startled by Chris’ yelling. Who promptly started laughing at my expense. So, being the good and honest friend that I am, I tripped him so he would fall on the floor as well. And this was how an half hour tickle fight ensued and ended with both of us next to each other still giggling madly.
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Well that killed that mood.
I stopped laughing and went back to being gloomy and Chris, catching the incoming of my dark mood, tried to evade by being himself.
“Raspberry chocolate frogs.”
I turned my head to look at with my patented (pending) “Are You Ok or Should I Call The Short White Bus Now?” look.
“That’s what my life means to me right at this moment: raspberry frogs.”
My look was still on my face but had dimmed slightly.
“So you’re telling me your life amounts to small disturbingly alive chocolate amphibians.”
"Aren't they reptiles?"
"No, turtles are reptiles. Newts and Frogs are merely amphibians."
"How do you know?"
"Did you pay any attention in potions for the five years you took it?" Chris merely rolled his eyes and propped himself on his elbow to look me in the eye.
"If I did that I would've gotten better than an A on my OWL"
"No, all you
really had to do was stop focusing so much on Alicia Norton." His blue eyes fluttered as he sighed and thought of his
obession crush.
"Couldn't help it. She has the biggest-"
"SO! Raspberry frogs huh?"
“Basically.”
“And I thought my life was over.” He smacked me in the stomach slightly and waited for me to retaliate before he continued.
“My grandmother figured out how to make those so every major holiday that she’d come for she’d bring personalized candy. Licorice wands for my mom, color and glow taffy for Caitlynn, toffee bars for my dad, and raspberry chocolate frogs for me. The funny thing was she’d always give me a bigger bag than everyone just so she could take a couple at a time because she liked the weird taste more than I did. The funnier thing was that when she originally started making personal candy gifts everyone else got what they asked for and I got the frogs. I originally wanted blood pops” (I raised my eyebrow here. Maybe he shouldn't have taken American Lit as a sub class...) “So one day I finally confronted her and asked why she kept giving me the chocolate frogs. She asked in return would I have tried them had they not been the only candy she gave me. I said no, because really, raspberry frogs? Who comes up with that madness?! So she smiled and said that sometimes life throws things at you that you have no control over and keeps throwing at you so that you only have two options. Try it, get used to it, and eventually like it or fight it and end up with nothing. Right now I may not have the same problems as you but I still have them. So, my life right now is worth raspberry chocolate frogs.”
I sat back and digested his story for a second before asking my question.
“So what happens after you find out you like what keeps getting thrown at you?”
“For one thing you never like what gets thrown at you what you like is the results. And mine are the candy. So when I get through whatever life threw at me, I know I can find some raspberry candy at the end.”
Again I sat back and was silent as his words tumbled endlessly around in my mind. I usually took what Chris said with a grain of salt but this time his words managed to make a resemblance of sense. So I thought, and thought and thought until two words came to mind.
“Hazelnut coffee.”
“Hmm?” Now he was giving me my own look. Copyright!
“My life is worth hazelnut-flavored coffee.”
We were both silent for a few minutes while my words hung stalely in the air.
“Well then my dear, the minute you're free be prepared to get a very large cup of that exact concoction.”
“’Concoction’?! Says the man that likes raspberry flavor chocolate frogs?!”
“Hey! My grandmother makes that with her blood sweat and tears.”
“And my barista at Spoon Cafe Bistro make it with a shot of espresso but you don’t see me harping.”
We continued on like that for a while with the mood from earlier slowly disappearing.
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You know now that I look at, the song from Rent had a longer lyric than that…
