Vanessa
My friend Ray wrote this in his "memoir" book he's making.. Anyhow he shared some of what he wrote about me, and it made me laugh and smile to see me through someone else's eyes. =) the most hysterical part is where he describes my duncan donut food wrappers. I love my bagels!!!!! :D hehehehe
After I shake off and get some breakfast, my cell phone rings. “What up G? Were you sleeping?” my friend Vanessa says. She always sounds alert when she calls me. Sometimes she calls me when I am sleeping, but I don’t let her know that. It makes me look like a bum. “Yeah, I’m awake. What’s up?” She calls to ask if I need a ride to school. We both go to Northeastern Illinois University, or “Northeasy” as a buddy of mine calls it. I don’t understand why he calls it that. The chicks don’t put out as often as I’d like them to. “Yeah sure, if it’s not a problem”, I tell her. “Alrighty, I’ll be there in ten minutes”. She hangs up.
Vanessa is perhaps my best friend. I met her at a local concert with Miriam. Her and Miriam were actually good friends, but now they don’t speak for various reasons. I don’t really ask why, but its usually because Miriam clings on to her on-and-off boyfriend and abandons all her friends, at least what’s left of them. Meeting Vanessa is the only benefit I’ve had from wasting seven months trying to win Miriam’s heart. In a way, Vanessa is a good catch for me, but I know nothing can happen between us because of our friendship. It doesn't bother me that much. She’s 22, but I can relate to a lot of what she says. She claims she’s looking for a more serious relationship than I am, and doesn’t want me to take life that serious just yet. She’s a little smart ass sometimes, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love her like a friend, or maybe even the sister I never had. The sister I do have just can’t compete, but I know that’s not her fault. Vanessa’s short black hair, brown eyes and glasses make her look sophisticated, but her big lips and smile make her look so innocent. The lip piercing on her right side gives her a little edge. She’s the kind of girl that even looks cute when she’s mad and you can’t help but laugh. Then she punches you in the arm and says “I AM tough, bitch!”
Twelve minutes pass and she’s parked out in front. I grab my camouflage backpack and I head out the door, telling my mother that I’ll be back before I go to work. I make sure I have my iPod because I really can’t live without it. I always need music flowing through me. I’m a goddamn music fiend. I walk outside and see her parked. I walk up to her car and get inside. As usual, she has Killswitch Engage blasting through the speakers. They’re her favorite band. “Can you help me throw out all the garbage that’s there?” she asks of me. I look at where my legs are in the car and see a bunch of food wrappers and other crap there. “Suuuuuure” I tell her, stretching out the word. You can convince me to do almost anything if its early enough. She takes off to school.
“It won’t be long….we’ll meet again…” Vanessa sings as we’re still listening to Killswitch Engage. She has a pretty voice I must admit and she pretty much knows all their songs word for word. “So, I was talking to this boy last night. We end up talking for three hours. I was so tired, but I really do feel a connection between us. This is something I haven’t felt since my first love. Do you think I should make a move?” She’s telling me all this while she’s surfing through songs on the radio. “That’s awesome, it sounds like you should go for it. See what happens”, I reply. I really am happy for her. I want her to find someone that will take care of her and make her happy. She deserves it all. The last couple guys let her down, and I don’t like seeing her heartbroken, so I’m hoping that things look promising on her end. “Let’s hope this boy doesn’t play with my emotions” she says.
After I shake off and get some breakfast, my cell phone rings. “What up G? Were you sleeping?” my friend Vanessa says. She always sounds alert when she calls me. Sometimes she calls me when I am sleeping, but I don’t let her know that. It makes me look like a bum. “Yeah, I’m awake. What’s up?” She calls to ask if I need a ride to school. We both go to Northeastern Illinois University, or “Northeasy” as a buddy of mine calls it. I don’t understand why he calls it that. The chicks don’t put out as often as I’d like them to. “Yeah sure, if it’s not a problem”, I tell her. “Alrighty, I’ll be there in ten minutes”. She hangs up.
Vanessa is perhaps my best friend. I met her at a local concert with Miriam. Her and Miriam were actually good friends, but now they don’t speak for various reasons. I don’t really ask why, but its usually because Miriam clings on to her on-and-off boyfriend and abandons all her friends, at least what’s left of them. Meeting Vanessa is the only benefit I’ve had from wasting seven months trying to win Miriam’s heart. In a way, Vanessa is a good catch for me, but I know nothing can happen between us because of our friendship. It doesn't bother me that much. She’s 22, but I can relate to a lot of what she says. She claims she’s looking for a more serious relationship than I am, and doesn’t want me to take life that serious just yet. She’s a little smart ass sometimes, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love her like a friend, or maybe even the sister I never had. The sister I do have just can’t compete, but I know that’s not her fault. Vanessa’s short black hair, brown eyes and glasses make her look sophisticated, but her big lips and smile make her look so innocent. The lip piercing on her right side gives her a little edge. She’s the kind of girl that even looks cute when she’s mad and you can’t help but laugh. Then she punches you in the arm and says “I AM tough, bitch!”
Twelve minutes pass and she’s parked out in front. I grab my camouflage backpack and I head out the door, telling my mother that I’ll be back before I go to work. I make sure I have my iPod because I really can’t live without it. I always need music flowing through me. I’m a goddamn music fiend. I walk outside and see her parked. I walk up to her car and get inside. As usual, she has Killswitch Engage blasting through the speakers. They’re her favorite band. “Can you help me throw out all the garbage that’s there?” she asks of me. I look at where my legs are in the car and see a bunch of food wrappers and other crap there. “Suuuuuure” I tell her, stretching out the word. You can convince me to do almost anything if its early enough. She takes off to school.
“It won’t be long….we’ll meet again…” Vanessa sings as we’re still listening to Killswitch Engage. She has a pretty voice I must admit and she pretty much knows all their songs word for word. “So, I was talking to this boy last night. We end up talking for three hours. I was so tired, but I really do feel a connection between us. This is something I haven’t felt since my first love. Do you think I should make a move?” She’s telling me all this while she’s surfing through songs on the radio. “That’s awesome, it sounds like you should go for it. See what happens”, I reply. I really am happy for her. I want her to find someone that will take care of her and make her happy. She deserves it all. The last couple guys let her down, and I don’t like seeing her heartbroken, so I’m hoping that things look promising on her end. “Let’s hope this boy doesn’t play with my emotions” she says.