The Love in the Life of Abriana ~ Chapter 1
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Hi, I'm Skylar Peace. I'm a girl although I'm named Skylar. This is my first story on Buzzle. I hope you like it!
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The rain pattered outside the window, dripping down the glass. I lay in my bed as the loud, technical beeping of my alarm clack clashed with the natural rain.
I lay back into the blue pillows of my bed, and sighed. Saturday, finally. The day would be softly storming, quiet and peaceful, just the way I liked it.
"Abriana?" I heard a sharp voice ask from my doorway.
I flicked my head towards the door, making my silken black hair flip over my shoulders. Leaning against the door was my mom, her black hair falling over her pale blue bathrobe.
"Yes?"
"Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry to spoil your Saturday," she told me in a tone that meant she wasn't sorry at all. "But I've set you up on a blind date, you'd better get ready."
"A blind date?" I asked, looking at my alarm clock. "But it's only seven o' clock in the morning. Where will any guy want to take me at seven o' clock on a Saturday?"
"Look, Abrie," my mom told me, rolling her black eyes up at the ceiling. "Your older sister is married. You're eighteen, you're graduating high school at the end of this year. I hate to force this, but sweetie, you need a boyfriend."
"Serafina really likes her husband, though," I emphasized. "They've been dating since they were sixteen, and now Sera's twenty-one. Her and Everett are happy together."
"Exactly my point, Abriana! Serafina's been dating Everett since she was sixteen, and now you're eighteen and single. You need a boyfriend," my mom insisted. "Well, Abriana, you've got a breakfast date with a dear boy I ran into at the mall. His name is Jake, and he works at American Eagle."
"At American Eagle?" I groaned. "The only boys that work there are the ones that want to hit on every girl who walks in. Mom, you can't, you can't make me, Mom you CANNOT make me-"
"Mama can make you do anything," she told me. "Now, get ready! You've got to get to the diner."
I groaned. Sometimes, because I'm Italian, my mama can make me do anything, whether I want to or not. I jumped out of bed and quickly got a shower.
When I walked back into my room, I brushed through my shining black hair, pulled on a pair of plain old skinny jeans and slipped on a tanktop and a red hoodie. I considered my make-up options, and decided just to put on blush and maybe some of my perfume. It smelled like pineapples, maybe my mama will do a good job with picking out a date and Jake will be cute. The pineapples could impress him. I didn't do any makeup with my eyes though. When you have long Italian eyelashes and big Italian eyes, you don't need mascara or eyeliner. And if it's a breakfast date, who cares about lipstick?
While I applied my blush, I thought devestatedly of how I was single and in my senior year. I've had my boyfriends. I've kissed a few of them. I've been to the movies with all of them. But I'd never loved them, I'd never felt like I could spend the rest of my life with them.
"Abriana! You'd better hurry, eight o' clock is coming in five minutes!"
"AUGH!" I yelled down the stairs to my mom. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" Leaping down the stairs four at a time, I was able to quickly pull my coat on, slip my wallet into my pocket, and aggressively shoved my cell phone into my other pocket.
"Slow down, Abrie!" my mom snapped. "Okay, sweetie, have a good date. Tell me how you like Jake!"
"Ciao, bella!" my dad called after me, blowing me "bellissimo".
"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, and ran down the street to the diner.
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When I walked into the diner, I breathed in the sticky smell of sweet cinnamon rolls and heard the familiar plinking in the piano of "Linus and Lucy", which was the song playing over the radio through the April din. I looked around, trying to spot my blind date, but all I saw was a panel of extremely ugly guys.
"Hello, welcome to Corner Stop Diner," I heard a man's voice say. "I'm Matthew, and I'd be happy to - Abriana?" I looked up to see who was speaking, and it was Matthew Owens, a boy I go to school with.
"Oh, hi Matt!" I greeted, smiling. Matt smiled back. With those summery green eyes, he could charm a girl quickly. But other than that, his slightly shaggy brown hair and barely tanned face was a little appealing to me. At least Matt was very nice.
"So, Abrie, do you need a seat?" he asked, smiling.
"Oh, no, I'm waiting for someone," I told him.
"Are you Abriana Giovanni?" I saw another boy come up to me. I swear, I almost wrinkled my nose when I saw this boy - he had huge, fat glasses and was wearing an olive-colored sweater that was very stained. This wasn't my blind date...right?
"Um - yes," I told him.
He snorted with laughter. "I'm Jake."
Darn it.
"Are you together?" Matt asked.
"I guess so," Jake said.
Matt then didn't smile or talk as he sat Jake and I in a small seat by the window. Matt then set down some menus (with a bit of force) and muttered quietly he'd be back in a few minutes to take our order.
My date with Jake was a bit of a fail. Jake constantly sneezed into his sweater (the stains on his sweater - gross), and the only time I got four or five words out of him was when I asked him about what his favorite TV show was.
"Oh, Revenge of the Blue Aliens with Thirteen Eyestalks," he answered, and then viciously sneezed into his sweater. Every other moment would be silence, similar to talking to a turnip. I couldn't believe this Jake guy really worked at American Eagle.
Matt was tense the entire time. Usually, Matt was easy to talk to and fun to be around. He would ask Jake and I what we'd like to eat or drink, then scamper away back into the kitchen, blushing slightly. This wasn't average for him.
"Want to stay for dessert?" Jake asked, and then sneezed.
"I'd rather not," I thought, thinking of what would happen if Jake had a fork in his mouth, eating his delectable dessert, and then sneezed. "Well, want to split the bill?"
"Uh, no, I'm broke," Jake replied.
"Why?" I asked.
"I, uh, I spent all my money on the DVD box collection set of the Revenge of the Blue Aliens with Thirteen Eyestalks. So, uh, you're gonna hafta uh, pay."
I set the money on the table for Matt, and gave him a few extra dollars in the tip.
"Good-bye Jake." I then began hurrying out the door so he wouldn't follow.
"See ya in class, Abrie," Matt told me when I gave him back the bill. Our fingers brushed when I handed it back to him, and I felt my entire arm grow hot with embarrassment. I ignored it, thanked Matt, and left.
When I was back outside in the warm rain, I smiled. I had defeated my Mama, and my blind date - I was still a single lady. But, my fingers still felt warm from the slight touch of Matt's.
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The rain pattered outside the window, dripping down the glass. I lay in my bed as the loud, technical beeping of my alarm clack clashed with the natural rain.
I lay back into the blue pillows of my bed, and sighed. Saturday, finally. The day would be softly storming, quiet and peaceful, just the way I liked it.
"Abriana?" I heard a sharp voice ask from my doorway.
I flicked my head towards the door, making my silken black hair flip over my shoulders. Leaning against the door was my mom, her black hair falling over her pale blue bathrobe.
"Yes?"
"Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry to spoil your Saturday," she told me in a tone that meant she wasn't sorry at all. "But I've set you up on a blind date, you'd better get ready."
"A blind date?" I asked, looking at my alarm clock. "But it's only seven o' clock in the morning. Where will any guy want to take me at seven o' clock on a Saturday?"
"Look, Abrie," my mom told me, rolling her black eyes up at the ceiling. "Your older sister is married. You're eighteen, you're graduating high school at the end of this year. I hate to force this, but sweetie, you need a boyfriend."
"Serafina really likes her husband, though," I emphasized. "They've been dating since they were sixteen, and now Sera's twenty-one. Her and Everett are happy together."
"Exactly my point, Abriana! Serafina's been dating Everett since she was sixteen, and now you're eighteen and single. You need a boyfriend," my mom insisted. "Well, Abriana, you've got a breakfast date with a dear boy I ran into at the mall. His name is Jake, and he works at American Eagle."
"At American Eagle?" I groaned. "The only boys that work there are the ones that want to hit on every girl who walks in. Mom, you can't, you can't make me, Mom you CANNOT make me-"
"Mama can make you do anything," she told me. "Now, get ready! You've got to get to the diner."
I groaned. Sometimes, because I'm Italian, my mama can make me do anything, whether I want to or not. I jumped out of bed and quickly got a shower.
When I walked back into my room, I brushed through my shining black hair, pulled on a pair of plain old skinny jeans and slipped on a tanktop and a red hoodie. I considered my make-up options, and decided just to put on blush and maybe some of my perfume. It smelled like pineapples, maybe my mama will do a good job with picking out a date and Jake will be cute. The pineapples could impress him. I didn't do any makeup with my eyes though. When you have long Italian eyelashes and big Italian eyes, you don't need mascara or eyeliner. And if it's a breakfast date, who cares about lipstick?
While I applied my blush, I thought devestatedly of how I was single and in my senior year. I've had my boyfriends. I've kissed a few of them. I've been to the movies with all of them. But I'd never loved them, I'd never felt like I could spend the rest of my life with them.
"Abriana! You'd better hurry, eight o' clock is coming in five minutes!"
"AUGH!" I yelled down the stairs to my mom. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" Leaping down the stairs four at a time, I was able to quickly pull my coat on, slip my wallet into my pocket, and aggressively shoved my cell phone into my other pocket.
"Slow down, Abrie!" my mom snapped. "Okay, sweetie, have a good date. Tell me how you like Jake!"
"Ciao, bella!" my dad called after me, blowing me "bellissimo".
"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, and ran down the street to the diner.
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When I walked into the diner, I breathed in the sticky smell of sweet cinnamon rolls and heard the familiar plinking in the piano of "Linus and Lucy", which was the song playing over the radio through the April din. I looked around, trying to spot my blind date, but all I saw was a panel of extremely ugly guys.
"Hello, welcome to Corner Stop Diner," I heard a man's voice say. "I'm Matthew, and I'd be happy to - Abriana?" I looked up to see who was speaking, and it was Matthew Owens, a boy I go to school with.
"Oh, hi Matt!" I greeted, smiling. Matt smiled back. With those summery green eyes, he could charm a girl quickly. But other than that, his slightly shaggy brown hair and barely tanned face was a little appealing to me. At least Matt was very nice.
"So, Abrie, do you need a seat?" he asked, smiling.
"Oh, no, I'm waiting for someone," I told him.
"Are you Abriana Giovanni?" I saw another boy come up to me. I swear, I almost wrinkled my nose when I saw this boy - he had huge, fat glasses and was wearing an olive-colored sweater that was very stained. This wasn't my blind date...right?
"Um - yes," I told him.
He snorted with laughter. "I'm Jake."
Darn it.
"Are you together?" Matt asked.
"I guess so," Jake said.
Matt then didn't smile or talk as he sat Jake and I in a small seat by the window. Matt then set down some menus (with a bit of force) and muttered quietly he'd be back in a few minutes to take our order.
My date with Jake was a bit of a fail. Jake constantly sneezed into his sweater (the stains on his sweater - gross), and the only time I got four or five words out of him was when I asked him about what his favorite TV show was.
"Oh, Revenge of the Blue Aliens with Thirteen Eyestalks," he answered, and then viciously sneezed into his sweater. Every other moment would be silence, similar to talking to a turnip. I couldn't believe this Jake guy really worked at American Eagle.
Matt was tense the entire time. Usually, Matt was easy to talk to and fun to be around. He would ask Jake and I what we'd like to eat or drink, then scamper away back into the kitchen, blushing slightly. This wasn't average for him.
"Want to stay for dessert?" Jake asked, and then sneezed.
"I'd rather not," I thought, thinking of what would happen if Jake had a fork in his mouth, eating his delectable dessert, and then sneezed. "Well, want to split the bill?"
"Uh, no, I'm broke," Jake replied.
"Why?" I asked.
"I, uh, I spent all my money on the DVD box collection set of the Revenge of the Blue Aliens with Thirteen Eyestalks. So, uh, you're gonna hafta uh, pay."
I set the money on the table for Matt, and gave him a few extra dollars in the tip.
"Good-bye Jake." I then began hurrying out the door so he wouldn't follow.
"See ya in class, Abrie," Matt told me when I gave him back the bill. Our fingers brushed when I handed it back to him, and I felt my entire arm grow hot with embarrassment. I ignored it, thanked Matt, and left.
When I was back outside in the warm rain, I smiled. I had defeated my Mama, and my blind date - I was still a single lady. But, my fingers still felt warm from the slight touch of Matt's.
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