Chapter 11
The next day Christin woke up with a slight headache. The night before as soon as she had gotten home, she changed and climbed into bed. She hadn’t slept well all night. She just kept thinking about Alex and Nick. Yeah, Nick was a good guy but he was most likely younger then her. Plus he wasn’t her type. Yeah he was nice, sweet, and funny but just wasn’t her type. Alex on the other had had a great voice, looked good, looked like he knew how to have a good time. Plus the boy could dress. The only problems were that; 1.) Amanda, her best friend, had a thing for him and 2.) He was moving.
“Oh well. I guess it’s not meant to be.” Christin said out loud.
“What’s not to be?” Amanda asked. She had walked in Christin’s room to get a pair of shoes and found Christin deep in thought. She stood there a while and saw Christin shake her head and say, “It’s not meant to be.”
Amanda scared the crap out of Christin causing her to jump. “Shit. Amanda, you scared me!!”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to. You said something wasn’t meant to be. What isn’t meant to be, Christin? You are someone who will make things meant to be.”
“Oh. Me and this guy.” Not wanting to tell Amanda that she to liked Alex.
“Oh you and Nick.” Amanda guessed remembering how flirty she was with Nick the night before.
Christin seeing a way out of her predicament agreed, “Yeah of course. Who else would I be talking about? I think I am going to go into the office today. I need to finish up some work. That way when I come back from Orlando, I don’t have that much work.”
Amanda wasn’t surprised. She had already half expected Christin to go to the office. When they made up the word ‘workaholic’, they had Christin in mind. So when Christin said she was going in to work, Amanda didn’t protest. Instead she replied, “Don’t work to hard and behave yourself.”
“Yeah. You know me. Now get out so I can dress.” Christin walked towards her closet with Amanda following close behind.
“I’ll get out as soon as you let me borrow those cute white clogs you bought last week.”
“Sure you can borrow them.” Christin agreed.
“That was to easy. What’s the catch?”
“No catch.” Christin found the clogs still in the box and handed them to Amanda “Now scram. You should go somewhere today.”
“Yeah. I am going out with Sarah to he mall. That’s about it though.”
“Ok.” Christin watched Amanda walk out with the clogs and shut the door. Christin started to dig though her closet to find something to wear. She decided on a baby blue blouse, slacks, and some nice shoes.
When she arrived at the office, she found a vase of beautiful flowers. She immediately went to see her they were for. She was surprised to find that they were for her. It wasn’t her birthday. She didn’t have a boyfriend, so they couldn’t be from a guy. “There’s only one way to find out.” She grabbed the card and read.
“Beautiful roses for thee; though none compare to your beauty.
Love-Me-You-Secret-Admirer”
“My secret admirer? Who the hell is my secret admirer? I didn’t tell Nick where I worked. But he could have found out from Alex. But Nick would want credit for his work. I know his type. He would have signed his name. I wonder who sent them. They’re beautiful.” She grabbed the flowers and took them into her office. Christin sat at her desk and booted up her computer and logged onto the Internet to check her mail. Of course she did. 63 messages. 41 of which were junk. She deleted them, then read the mail from business clients, workers, family, and friends. One was from the Orlando office saying they needed he ASAP.
“Too bad.” Christin told herself.
Not that she didn’t like her job, she just didn’t want to go to Orlando. She would be there for an entire month. Maybe she could stand a week. Two would be pushing it, but one whole month. No. She loved San Francisco. She grew up here. Lived here all her life. She sure didn’t want to leave for a month.
Jut then an Instant Message appeared on the screen. It was from a person named Boner_69.
Boner_69:
is this Christin Casey?
Christin didn’t know who she was talking to so she clicked on profile. No profile. Her screen name was C_Casey.
C_Casey: Who is this?
Boner_69:
a secret admirer
C_Casey: you sent the chocolates
Boner_69:
no i sent flowers
Boner_69:
you got chocolates
C_Casey: no i was just checking
C_Casey: how did you get my s/n
Boner_69:
i took a guess.
Boner_69:
but i did see your profile i was seeing who was on in san franisco and i ran across your name
C_Casey: well whats your name
Boner_69:
I wouldnt be your secret admirer though if I told you my name
C_Casey: well no fair. You know my name
Boner_69:
I tell you anything but my name
C_Casey: ok. What do you look like
Boner_69:
5ft 9in, black hair, dark brown eyes.
Boner_69:
sometimes my hair is blue, red, blonde, or pink
C_Casey: ok
C_Casey: I still dont know who you are
C_Casey: For all I know you could be some freaky psycho killer
Boner_69:
Let’s see freaky…sometimes but mostly unique
Boner_69:
i’m not usually psycho, if you ask my friends you might get a different answer but i am not a nut case if that’s what you mean
Boner_69:
the killer thing…i’ve only killed a dog once when I was learning how to drive
C_Casey: awwww…how sad
C_Casey: it would have made me never wanna drive to know
Boner_69:
well I wouldnt drive for about a month.
Boner_69:
my mom really helped me a lot.
Boner_69: she made up this bogus lie to help comfort me and I decided since she was trying so hard to be there for me I would drive and make her feel better
C_Casey: how sweet
C_Casey: i wish i had my mom around to lie to me
C_Casey: she died giving birth to me
Boner_69:
i know how you feel
Boner_69:
my dad didn’t die but he left when i was 4
Boner_69:
i only met with him recently
C_Casey: bummer
Boner_69:
tell me about
C_Casey: at least your dad isn’t dead
C_Casey: my mom is
C_Casey: i’ll never see her again
C_Casey: you dont understand and wont until one of your OWN parents die
Boner_69:
i meant that i have an understanding of how you feel
Boner_69:
im my 22 years, i do know how some people feel
Boner_69:
my life isnt apple pie with whipped cream
C_Casey: SORRY
She sign off quickly. “who the hell was that?” she silently questioned herself. She had tears running down her face. Why did she feel like she could tell him anything at one moment then just a split second later be madder then hell at him? Why? She sat at her desk and let the tears pour down.
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