Me: I am not a weirdo…okay maybe I am slightly a weirdo, but very long story hurts my heart to talk about it
Stewart: Might make you feel better to talk about it
Sigh…Stewart just killed our friendship. I was starting to like him a lot too. I do not talk about it ever to anyone, including Penny.
Stewart: Are you there?
Me: Sorry I about fell asleep I had a long day
Stewart: Well sleep tight, Katie
Dropping my phone to the floor, I lay and stare at the ceiling, feeling guilty for blowing Stewart off. He really is a nice guy. Nevertheless, he isn’t him…the missing piece of me. My life is seriously such a waste.
Percy comes strutting into my room with his tail raised. “Don’t worry, Percy, you are my number one.” I scratch his ears as he snuggles up on my chest. “You’ll never lie to me, will you?” He purrs loudly, and I take that as a yes.
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Penny comes barging into my room the next morning entirely too early.
“Go away,” I groan and try to cover my head with my pillow.
“Not a chance.” She jerks my pillow from my fingers.
I try to pull my blanket over my head and she steals it away too.
“You suck.” Scrubbing my fingers over my eyes, I try to pry them open.
“You are going to go take a shower and we are getting sexed up for the concert. I refuse to let you go with me looking like a gym instructor in your yoga pants and wife beater.”
“Penny,” I whine.
“No, you’re going to wear real clothes and make yourself presentable.” I guess she has a point. My Saturdays are usually spent lounging on the couch downstairs in my sweats, watching movies with Percy and Stewart.
“Yes ma’am.” I salute her and trudge across the hall to the bathroom.
“And for the love of all things, shave your legs, Katie. You shouldn’t have more hair on you than Percy,” she bickers at me. I just haven’t seen much point. No one touches my legs but me. But maybe Penny is right, and I should start caring more about my appearance…I used to care.
After my shower, I feel good. Recharged maybe?
Penny is waiting with her makeup bag and hair rollers when I come out of the bathroom. “I hope you have a magic wand in that bag,” I say with a snicker.
“I just might, smartass.” She points to a chair, and I take my seat like a good friend.
After an hour of my life, I will never get back, spent with Penny plucking my brows and teasing my hair, I am allowed to move from the chair to get dressed.
“Please, put on pretty panties and a real bra,” she says with a raised brow.
“We’re going to a concert not to get me laid, jeez.” Penny means well so I appease her, wearing an underwire bra and black lace panties under my jeans with the holes in them. Going to a rock concert, guess I had better dress the part. I put on a tight-fitting spaghetti strapped white tank top. My hair is blown out in big waves. I have big movie star hair, and I must admit I look hot when I see my reflection in the mirror. I look like a woman.
It does feel good to be getting dressed up and going out. Penny actually had a good idea. I am getting excited.
Penny is technically working, and I am tagging along as her guest. She has to wear her red employee t-shirt, but at least she wears red like nobody’s business.
Chapter 28
The traffic leading up to the Speedway is insane. We are only able to get around it because of Penny’s special parking pass. There are rows of tour busses in the lot we pull into. My heart starts hammering in my chest. Is this the life he is living? Is he on the road somewhere on a bus like these right now, touring the states? The only downside to this day, is it has put him on my mind more than I care to admit. My fingers are clutching the pendant around my neck tightly.
Penny finds a parking space and hands me the pass I need to wear around my neck that will get me access to basically anywhere today. Since Penny will be working, I will mainly be on my own, but she has promised she will hang with me when she can.