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Dec 28, 2010 19:22:34 GMT -5
Post by peanutpie on Dec 28, 2010 19:22:34 GMT -5
Nikko Vea
I don't care if I'm a guilty pleasure for you.
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It was the type of morning where you really, really wanted to get up. Especially since today, was the day that excitment would be through my veins. I just knew how it was going to go down. I really, really did. In my mind, I could just see what was going to happen that evening.
In my mind, it was quite simple. I would set down the tray of food, and sometime in the middle of the meal, I would present Vicky with the ring that I had picked out from the local jewelry store, the one made of iron with the little seedy things on the inside.
Even though my family had enough money for me to keep everything in my house, it wasn't like we could afford to buy diamonds and stuff. Diamonds were expensive little buggars, with a shine and a gleam.
I finally got out of bed, the same way I did every day from the beggining of my life. I would turn, and then make sure both of my feet hit the hardwood floor at exactly the same time. My socked feet, the ones that I made sure were clean last night, made a slight hollow noise as I picked up the little velvet box on my cherrywood dresser.
I opened it, and saw the little iron thing, twisted to almost look like vines. The most expensive iron ring in the store, but it didn't cost half of what the diamond cost. With a flourish of my hand, I closed the box and checked the time.
It was ten o clock, the perfect time to get up in the morning. With a cheery whistle, I made my way to the shower, where I closed the door and scrubbed myself clean.
Anxiously, I combed my hair just so it looked perfect. It was eleven by the time that I finished putting on the jeans and shirt that I found to be my newest non-dress clothes.
It was a jittery moment for me, being stuck with next to nothing to do.
Mr. Snufflkins sat in his cage, eying a carrot with an unpleasant expression on his face. "This is disgusting." is what his brown eyes said. I picked him up and held him in my arms, his warm little body pressed to my chest.
"Mr. Snufflkins, would you like to make lunch with me?" Quietly, I snuck down the stairs and landed in the kitchen, where I broke out the toaster and sliced up some bread, carefully putting it into the toaster.
As I waited, I made some coffee with a press and leaned against the wooden countertops my Father had polished last year when I finally moved into the hose, and out of my parents.
He had been quite happy about it, knowing he wouldn't have to look out for his slobby son. I, on the other hand, was actually against the idea of somebody wanting me out of their life. Sure, I still got the inheritance of the chemical processing plant, but it was still darn sad to be pushed out of your own home like that.
When the toast popped back up from the sizzling iron wires, I removed the rye from the toaster and opened a can of baked beans. I grabbed a dirty spoon from the sink and put the baked beans over the toast, making me eat something cold and warm at the same time.
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By the time six o clock rolled around, I had changed into something dressier and awaited the company of Vicky. I had made something that I loved, of course, with the toaster that I thought so highly of.
White bread with grape jelly and chives, gummy candy, pineapple and chicken, with salt and pepper to taste. I had already made the salad that would side with it, and I was quite sure she was going to adore it.
I had already snuck a piece, and it did taste pretty darn good.
