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Chaotic Bliss Fan Fiction
Kamilia Martin was sick and tired of life never going
her way. She graduated in the top of
her class in high school and college.
Many thought that with her brains she lacked something in the common
sense department, but others found that part of her charm. She was loved by all with a bubbly
personality and charming wit; she was the person that everyone wanted as their
friend. With all this going for her why
couldn’t she find someone to love?
“I’m so sick of this damn town,” she muttered to
herself as she threw her purse down on the couch.
“What’s up?” her roommate, Quincy asked.
“I’m so sick of living here!”
“Here as in here in this apartment with me or here as
in Van Wert?” Quincy asked with a smile.
They’d been roommates since college and loved living together. He knew that Kamie was happy with the living
arrangement. They were the perfect
roommates. Quincy was gay, it was like
having a boyfriend without actually having one. Whenever Kamie needed a date she called on Quincy. They had their own little world and others
didn’t always understand it.
Kamie threw herself down on the couch, throwing her
hands up in exasperation. “I fuckin’
hate Ohio! Why in God’s name was I ever
born here? Why couldn’t I have been
born somewhere warm and sunny … like Florida!”
“C’mon sweetie, you know that moving to Florida
wouldn’t be any better than living here with me.” Quincy got out of the recliner that he was in and moved to sit by
her on the couch. “’Sides, what would
you do without all this wonderful snow and freezing weather?”
“That’s it Quince, I’m moving! I’m moving to Florida!” She quickly stood and walked to the
computer. “I’m gonna find a job in
Florida. I’m going to get out of this
hell hole town!”
“Sure you are,” Quincy said, before he left to go
back to his room. “You’ll never do it,”
he added before shutting his door.
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Kamie said, logging on
to the internet. She opened up
Monster.com and started looking for a job.
Hours later, she’d answered tons of ads and even posted her resume on
numerous job search web sites.
“Hungry?” Quincy asked standing in the doorway to the
living room.
“Chinese?” Kamie asked not looking up from the
computer screen.
“Broccoli and Beef?”
“You know it.”
“I’ll order if you pick it up.”
“Sure, just let me finish this last email.” Kamie reread the ad that she’d found. Wanted: Mail Order Bride. Total business proposition.
Applicant must be fairly beautiful, willing to have children, open to an
open relationship. Job also entails
help running a self-owned business.
Must be willing to move to Florida.
Must be willing to sign contract including prenuptial agreement.
Kamie turned in her chair. “Quince, am I beautiful?”
“You know you are!” he said coming up to her and
kissing the top of her head. “And if I
didn’t like boys I’d be all over you.”
“Really?”
“C’mon silly, have you
even looked at yourself in the mirror.
You’re hot babe! Those huge
green eyes, high cheekbones, flawless skin, and naturally curly red hair. You have the body that women spend lots of
money to have. Look at those gorgeous
breasts. Men love those,” he laughed,
“or so I’ve been told.”
“I don’t understand it then, why can’t I find someone
to love?”
“Because they’re intimidated by the brains and
beauty. Men can’t handle having a
beautiful and smart women in their lives.”
Quincy looked at the computer screen, quickly reading the ad. “You can’t seriously be thinking of
answering this ad. It’s so
chauvinistic, barbaric even!”
“What, it’s a job.
I’m at least going to check into it more.” She stood and walked over to where her purse and coat were. “I’ll be back in a flash with dinner.”
“Okay, but we’re going to discuss this more when you
get home.”
“Fine,” she said letting the apartment door close
shut behind her.
They ad was forgotten as they feasted on their dinner
and watched old reruns of “Press Your Luck” on the Game Show Network. “No whammies!” Kamie yelled with a mouthful of broccoli.
“This is one of the best game shows ever!” Quincy said taking a bite out of his egg
roll.
“I can’t say that I have a favorite game show, but
whoever thought to make a channel that plays all games shows is a god in my
book.”
“This from the woman who wants to go to ‘The Price Is
Right’ for her honeymoon.”
“Hey, Bob Barker is a god! Why wouldn’t you want to spend your honeymoon with Bob Barker?”
“Don’t you want to spend your honeymoon with someone
you at least love?” he asked not only referring to the comment about the much
older game show host, but also trying to bring the ad back up for discussion.
“Quince, I’m almost 30, if I don’t get married soon I
might as well not get married.” She
shoved her chopsticks into the white container holding her dinner and
stood. “I’m going to answer the ad,
Quince. What do I have to loose?”
Your freedom,
he thought but took another bite of his own dinner without saying anything to
her.
Once at the computer Kamie clicked on the link for
the email address. She contemplated
what she wanted to say. Quickly typing
up a cover letter she attached it along with her resume and a recent picture. She hit send and watched as the email screen
disappeared. “There, done,” she said
returning to her Chinese food.
“I hope you know what you are doing.”
“I haven’t taken the job. Hell I haven’t even been offered the job,” she quickly pointed
out. The game shows had changed and
Dick Clark was on the screen explaining the simple rules of $10,000
Pyramid. “How can that man stay so
young looking?”
“I heard they embalmed him in the seventies,” Quince
said without hesitation.
“Ha, ha, very funny,” Kamie replied with a mock
laugh.
Their light repertoire was interrupted with the ever
recognizable, ‘you got mail’. Kamie
jumped up and checked her email. “Oh my
gawd! He emailed me back. He wants me to fly to Florida this week to
meet him.”
“And you’re going to go aren’t you?” He really didn’t need an answer he knew she
was going. “Well does this guy have a
name?”
“Perlman. Lou Perlman.”
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