The Dream series: Christine Slumbers- friend Rita
Christine got home after a late night of work. Hit the bed like a ton of bricks. Soon into dreamland she went.
Christine woke up to her phone ringing. “Hey Rita…” she said trying to sound like she was already woke, “naw, I’m up what’s good? Oh, you’re back in Cleveland for a week, me too…. Yeah, let’s hang out.”
Christine hopped in the shower and got dressed. Thoughts passed her mind about the childhood that she and Charita had shared before Charita moved away before they could even hit middle school drama together. They had eventually lost touch and upon entering college they found each other remarkable around the same time. Christine found her via Facebook and Charita found her via Myspace. As the soap quickly made its way to bottom hitting the shower’s floor, Chris shook out of her daze, dried off and got dressed.
Christine was so pumped to be able to hang out with her friend. It had been far too long for these past best-friends, almost an eternity it felt.
After eating some Ramen and watching The Cosby Show, the next two hours went by quickly and it was soon one o’clock and Chris’ cell phone rang.
“Hey, I’m outside,” Charita said with a come one let’s go already voice.
“Aight, calm your horses down, let me grab a jacket so I can quietly bounce before my mom gets up for work, you know how she is” Christine threw back at her. This was their friendship, always has been.
“Wanna hit up a movie then catch up over lunch?” Charita said.
“Sure, turn here.” Christine finished while giving directions mid-sentence. Christine was the type of person that always wished she was driving, so quickly added in her personality when in the car with anyone. “Remember the last time we went to the movies together, man we had to be like 11, and we were going to Tower City to sneak in….oh good times.” She was sitting there in a red shirt with the sleeves rolled up showing the black t-shirt she had underneath, blue jeans, and red & black Air Force Ones Nikes. Smiling to herself remembering what she was wearing that day; red t-shirt, black jeans, and red & black Jordans, the 13’s. Christine always had one of those amazingly random memories.
“I remember you had on those black combats you used to wear everywhere that day,” Chris chuckled as she finished the statement.
“Those were cool and you know it, or you wouldn’t have had a pair too,” she laughed too. Charita was dressed totally different from the way she used to be dressed: brown sleek shirt, blue jeans, and heels to match the shirt and jeans. Charita stood about 5’6 normally but with her heels on; she was pushing 5’8.
They had gone to the movies and lunch, caught up on everything and decided it was time for a night out. Driving around the old neighborhood in East Cleveland became boring quick and the soon ventured into Cleveland. Chris’s cousins had grown up in the part they were in now. Chris parked the truck (as she was now driving Charita’s red Ford SUV) on a side street and they got out walking the strip of bootleg stores. By this time Charita had changed into some tennis shoes she kept in the back seat.
Not finished, need to add the last part on here… It gets violent with gunshots and gang-related actions.