There was a time, that we'd stay up all night
Best friends talking till the daylight
Took the joys alongside the pain
- Before the Worst by The Script
Thursday, June 3rd.
Mood: complacent, content.
Style: Pretty in pastels.
Hair: down and wavy.
Venue: // June 3rd. – Free day.
lunch w/Sage before Anna returns from Paris.
i stepped inside the small café with a smile locked on my face. today was one of those, ‘damn, i feel good.’ days. within a few seconds, i spotted Sage at a booth in the back and made my way over.
“hey love,” i greeted as we side-hugged before sitting down once more. “gosh it’s good to be back in New York.” i stretched out my arms, sighing contently as a waiter floated over to take our drink orders. “raspberry ice tea, please.” i said simply, before turning back to Sage.
“it’s good to have you back!” she said with a grin. “you have no idea how much i’ve missed you.” she leaned forward, pressing her elbows against the oak table. “sooo… spill it.”
“spill what?” i asked, acting oblivious, though i knew exactly what she was referring to.
“oh puh-lease!!” she whined. “everyone at Vogue’s talking about it. you and Matt? duh.”
i giggled slightly and prepared to explain. “well, as for me and Matt… i guess you can say we’re together. just, Matt doesn’t love me. he says he likes me, a lot. but, he’s not ready to ‘love me’.” i bit my lip, playing with the salt shaker.
Sage’s mouth hung open. “your serious?”
“holy sh*t!” she said in awe as she leaned back in her booth, glancing up at me every so often. “so like, this is really serious?” we both started laughing with each other as our drinks came out. “hey, speaking of guys, did you know where Julian went on Friday? he went M.I.A. that day. i should know, i was the one who scheduled him in to pick up Anna…”
my lip curled down at the thought. she must have noticed my sudden hostility, because her eyebrows were raised and confused. “no, how would i know where Julian went?” i said, ignoring the truth that on Friday evening, he burst through the auditorium doors of my school. i chuckled nervously and took a sip of my drink.
“huh.” she seemed to contemplate something before opening her mouth again. “so you aren’t worried about this whole Piper thing?” Sage asked, leaning her elbow on the table once more and resting her head under her chin.
i paused, processing what Sage had just mentioned. “wait, what? why would i be worried?”
“well… you know Piper… i mean, it’s obvious isn’t it?” she stated, sipping her drink nonchalantly.
“whoa, what are you talking about?” i asked, obviously confused by the riddles Sage was mentioning.
Sage studied my face for a long time before her eyes bugged out. “oh my goodness! you really don’t know!”
“know what?!” i demanded, frustratingly sighing. okay, what the hell was going on?
“i can’t believe you don’t know,” she trailed off. “this explains a lot.”
“EXPLAINS WHAT?!” i asked a bit too loudly. a lady with a cane sent devil looks to us, making the two of us burst into hysterics. finally, after taking in a breath, i tried again. “explains what?”
Sage bit her lip nervously. “Piper is going crazy about you and Matt. everyone at Vogue knows about you two… i just asked if you were a couple to confirm the rumor. but now that you have Piper’s man… Addi, Piper has daggers for you, and now that you’ve blew her fuse and pushed her button’s, she’s about to explode.”
my face stayed expressionless. i refused to give out any emotions, to let anything leak through the newly made brick wall. she stared at me, waiting for a break, but nothing came. after i was sure it wasn’t going to fall or crack, i talked. “oh. well Piper always had daggers for me, just because i have her man doesn’t mean—”
Sage cut me off before i went and damned myself to hell. “it means everything, Addi! she already has dirt on you. she’s like gossip girl in the flesh! she could ruin you.” usually, Sage made everything sound so much nicer than it the reality of bad situations. but this time, when the words ‘ruin you’ escaped her mouth, a shutter went up my spine.
“well that’s too bad for Piper isn’t it. because as much as she hates, and as much as she tries, she won’t knock me down.” my imaginary wall was holding like cement. i was in too good a mood to let Piper spoil it for me.
Sage looked confused. i knew she was wondering why i was acting this way, suddenly so unattached. but if i were to tell her i was really scared- frightened- petrified! the dam would break, and everything would come rushing out. everything in my life had a reason why it could tumble down. it was like the leaning tower of Pisa, only it kept leaning, and leaning, until finally, it would fall to pieces. Matt was now a part of that tower. i had tried, and tried to ignore that realization, but it was all too clear now. and it wasn't just because of Piper, not really, it was because everything was going to change. i just wasn’t sure if i was strong enough. if my wall was strong enough. if it wasn’t, i’d go tumbling down. my safe harbor, my own co-woker could be the one key that would make everything fall. oh lovely.
“anyway,” i shook my head and plastered on a fake smile- which i was very good at, by the way. “let’s talk about you. what have i missed?”
“well let me think,” Sage said, pretending to be in deep thought as if it had been years since i had left. “where should i start? okay well we, Piper and i, decided to go to crash your pad while you were gone. which she did a very good job of. thankfully, i had enough time to ‘clean it up’.” she said sarcastically, using air quotes as she spoke. “oh and before the the whole sabotage plan, i got into a fight with my mother, no surprise there.” she said rolling my eyes, as i just nodded, since i was already used to the many fights Sage and her mother had that resulted with Sage venting to me. it was amazing how many fights they got into during my short time span here in New York.
“so what did your mother complain about this time?” i asked, messing with the straw in my drink, spinning it around the cup in circles. “i take it, it went well?” i said, sarcasm written all over my face.
“it was anything but. it’s not important.” Sage said, more coldly then i expected. i guess she didn’t want to talk about her iconic mother. i knew it was a touchy subject with her.
“what about you and Julian?” i asked, seeing that Sage got tense when i mentioned her mother, so i changed the subject quickly, which i could see she was grateful for.
“what about Julian and i?” she sighed happily. it was her turn to play coy and act oblivious.
“don’t give me that sh*t! how are things with you guys?”
“besides the M.I.A. he did on me on Friday that scared the living demon’s out of me—”
“you mean angels.” i interjected, placing both of my elbows on the table and laying my head onto my hands.
“fine, angels then,” she said, resuming her reply. “that scared the living *angel’s* out of me, things are good. i think he’s definitely gonna ask me out to the gala.”
“that’s perfect! now we have to go shopping to find something for you to wear!” i expressed excitedly, grabbing our purses and making a move to get out of the booth. “come on De la Renta is calling our names!” i exclaimed pulling on Sage’s arm as we stood up from the booth, dragging both of our bodies out of the café and towards our beloved store.
good to be back,