Mole: Chapter 2: Sugar, Cream, and Salt
I’m starting to notice a pattern of myself writing these as close to midnight as possible.
Today is July 6th, 2010, 11:14 PM, and I can’t sleep because I drank too much Minute Maid Berry Punch, and I think I took a couple sips of a cherry coke before I realized I was trying to stop drinking pop at all, and start drinking more milk. It’s sitting quite dejected in the freezer. I’m afraid to actually start writing (I can’t stop when I start and end up staying way to late), because it I fell asleep in my math class today. I had some drawings I did from the last semester, but I gave most of them to my friends, and the scanner isn’t really working anyway. Important edit: I really Mary-Sued Natasha, so I made her only a successful artist, cutting all that other crap. I also am going to throw some of my fav characters from the other neighborhood. I’m really excited to read my fellow writer’s stories, and I think I ran out of stuff to say, so I’ll start writing.
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M O L E
Sugar, Cream, and Salt
Chapter 2
"It is better to have loved and lost than to stay with an idiot." - Multiple Sources
Natasha was not a morning person, especially when she was stressed.
“Tasha?”
“Wha?!” Natasha turned her head and blinked blearily at the source of the voice. Darren.
“Tash, you look like shit.”
“This coffee tastes funny.”
“That’s because you just poured salt in it.”
“Mmph.”
He sat next to her.
“Tash, we’ve been working together in the same studio for years. I think I know when something’s wrong.”
Natasha took another sip of her coffee and winced.
“I hate to get business on you, but you work ten times better when you’re not like this.”
“We have days before this project is done, and either way I’m fine.”
“Well if it’s about a boy, then I think I should know about it.”
“It’s not about a boy. Boys are …,” she hesitated, then caught herself. “… stupid. Really stupid. So very, very stupid - HEY!”
Darren flipped over the photo underneath her coffee cup. John and her. “Well, he is very handsome, but is he good to you?”
Natasha reached for it. “It’s nothing! He’s just my friend.”
“Ooh! Fireworks, how romantic.”
“Give it back!”
“You still haven’t answered my question.”
“Ugh! I hate you sometimes!”
“Just answer the question.”
“I liked him for a little bit! That was years ago! It’s nothing.”
“So sure?”
“It’s just a … a … relapse!”
Darren laughed, and deciding he had tortured her enough, gave back the photo. “You talk about it like it’s some horrid drug.”
“It is! I don’t know why I still like him. He’s such an oblivious, clueless, dumb jerk! Ugh! Why do I still even care about him?”
Darren paused.
“Well, lemme ask you this. Why didn’t I marry someone after Darleen died?”
Natasha was stunned. Darren never talked about his wife.
“I … I dunno actually. Why?”
“Because, sometimes, there’s only one person in the whole entire world that we feel is just right for us.”
Natasha smiled somberly. Finally, she turned to pour more cream into her coffee.
“That’s the turpentine, Tash.”
Today is July 6th, 2010, 11:14 PM, and I can’t sleep because I drank too much Minute Maid Berry Punch, and I think I took a couple sips of a cherry coke before I realized I was trying to stop drinking pop at all, and start drinking more milk. It’s sitting quite dejected in the freezer. I’m afraid to actually start writing (I can’t stop when I start and end up staying way to late), because it I fell asleep in my math class today. I had some drawings I did from the last semester, but I gave most of them to my friends, and the scanner isn’t really working anyway. Important edit: I really Mary-Sued Natasha, so I made her only a successful artist, cutting all that other crap. I also am going to throw some of my fav characters from the other neighborhood. I’m really excited to read my fellow writer’s stories, and I think I ran out of stuff to say, so I’ll start writing.
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M O L E
Sugar, Cream, and Salt
Chapter 2
"It is better to have loved and lost than to stay with an idiot." - Multiple Sources
Natasha was not a morning person, especially when she was stressed.
“Tasha?”
“Wha?!” Natasha turned her head and blinked blearily at the source of the voice. Darren.
“Tash, you look like shit.”
“This coffee tastes funny.”
“That’s because you just poured salt in it.”
“Mmph.”
He sat next to her.
“Tash, we’ve been working together in the same studio for years. I think I know when something’s wrong.”
Natasha took another sip of her coffee and winced.
“I hate to get business on you, but you work ten times better when you’re not like this.”
“We have days before this project is done, and either way I’m fine.”
“Well if it’s about a boy, then I think I should know about it.”
“It’s not about a boy. Boys are …,” she hesitated, then caught herself. “… stupid. Really stupid. So very, very stupid - HEY!”
Darren flipped over the photo underneath her coffee cup. John and her. “Well, he is very handsome, but is he good to you?”
Natasha reached for it. “It’s nothing! He’s just my friend.”
“Ooh! Fireworks, how romantic.”
“Give it back!”
“You still haven’t answered my question.”
“Ugh! I hate you sometimes!”
“Just answer the question.”
“I liked him for a little bit! That was years ago! It’s nothing.”
“So sure?”
“It’s just a … a … relapse!”
Darren laughed, and deciding he had tortured her enough, gave back the photo. “You talk about it like it’s some horrid drug.”
“It is! I don’t know why I still like him. He’s such an oblivious, clueless, dumb jerk! Ugh! Why do I still even care about him?”
Darren paused.
“Well, lemme ask you this. Why didn’t I marry someone after Darleen died?”
Natasha was stunned. Darren never talked about his wife.
“I … I dunno actually. Why?”
“Because, sometimes, there’s only one person in the whole entire world that we feel is just right for us.”
Natasha smiled somberly. Finally, she turned to pour more cream into her coffee.
“That’s the turpentine, Tash.”