Chapter 91 - The Resemblance "
Leaving so soon, Nicholas? We've barely started the second round!"
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Grandma Serena, you know that Grandpa has a crush on the Elixir Store clerk! He's probably running off to hang out with her right now."
After a few trips with Grandpa when I was little, I knew that Charlotte the Clerk was the one with an obsession. She did flirt with him a little, but when I asked Grandpa why he didn't ask her out, he said he was waiting for Lolita.
Even back then, I could understand that. Now, with Mama and Daddy treating every day like a priceless gift, I understand it even more. I already have a plan for keeping Jerry alive for ever and ever--I'm going to squeeze up life fruit and make him drink the juice! Now I just need life fruit . . . and a glass . . .
How could I ever stand to lose my Jer-bear? He's so . . . perfect.
His shows sometimes run past curfew, so I drag one of the grandparents out to the venue and set them up with a magazine while I watch, not even blinking . . .
Don't blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast. Faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back. Don't look away. And don't blink. Good Luck. At least, that's what Mama told me!
Daddy and I were the first ones out on the dance floor two hours before my birthday party. Great orange minds think alike!
I changed into my favorite dress right before blowing out the candles, because it's important to look your best right before turning into a young adult!
Simply to show the similarity again, here's my mom (without glasses) on her young adult birthday.
And me! Really, the only difference is that I have dark blue eyes and black hair, and she has brown hair and silver-blue eyes.
I think I really . . . grew up, today. I certainly
glammed up! Who knew makeup and clothes were so fun? But, really, I feel like I'm leaving behind a chapter of my life. An important chapter, too.
I turned away from the cake to see my parents acting like it was
their young adult birthday, not mine, and they had just discovered what Woohoo was. Not exactly abnormal on this side of the tracks. But, sadly, I did not have time to
awwww over my parents' baby terrier tendencies.
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Do you still like me, butterfly?"
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Your eyes are so pretty and shiny . . ."
I took a quick break from this long overdue conversation to upload my blog, "Butterflies and Aliens," to the army database. I received an immediate job offer to join the military at level two! How exciting!
I started working on my athletic skill right away. I love the feeling right after a workout and a shower, when your muscles are all tired out and feel wonderfully stretched and sore, with that fresh smell and feeling from after you've been all sweaty and taken a shower . . . mmm. It's like little butterflies spinning everywhere.
After my workout, Jerry and I did a little sonic bowling in our new-old basement.
I finally dragged a real bed down there with some pretty plants, and it looks absolutely smashing!
After all of those activities, we made out for a few hours--everyone else was in bed by midnight, so we didn't have to worry about anyone hearing us.
After a while, I dragged him over to the bed for our first Woohoo. Sure, my parents waited until they were married, but butterflies don't like waiting. For anything. Their lifespans are too short.
