Fuzzy Thoughts of a Small Town Girl

Maria Antins

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When a small town girl Nora is on her way to her hometown "Lost Creek" to spend the summer with her Grandmother, fate intervenes with her plans. Her summer starts off roughly, and her plans change. Nora who is a firm believer of true love is tested in different ways but never gives up hope that one day she will find her soul mate. When she meets Colin, Nora wonders whether he could be the one but does he feel the same way? With all the fuzzy thoughts and insecurities going through her mind, will she find what she's looking for?

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• Publié par: First Edition Design Publishing
• Date de parution: 15 octobre 2017
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781506905150
• Langue: English

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Fuzzy Thoughts of a Small Town Girl

Maria Antins
Fuzzy Thoughts of aSmall Town Girl
Copyright ©2017 MariaAntins

ISBN 978-1506-905-15-0EBOOK

October 2017

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1.
Back in Black

There I was on my wayhome. After five years, I was finally going home. If it hadn’t been for Grancalling me, I guess I wouldn’t have gone back this summer. She sounded unwellbut told me not to worry. Knowing Gran, she always acted tougher than she was.
Last time I saw her wasduring Christmas. She came to visit me just as she did the past couple ofyears. It’s the only time of the year she takes some time off. I rememberedwhen my brother Jay - who was named after my Indian grandfather and I wereyoung, Gran used to take us away every Christmas. We would stay at my parents’cabin in the Lost Creek woods. The caretaker, Mr. Jefferson, would be sure hebrought us the biggest tree he could find. On Christmas Eve we would decoratethe tree and drink hot cocoa while sitting on the porch of the cabin under athick blanket. Just the three of us. Most of my friends from the city didn’tget why we enjoyed an intimate Christmas like this. Like I explained to myfriend Julie, Christmas was the only time of the year we could be together andI mean really be together. Gran owned a diner where she worked seven days aweek. It was not for the money; the diner was her life. She loved baking and cookingall types of dishes. My favorite dish was her famous pineapple pie with somehomemade ice cream and whipped cream accompanied of course by her homemade hot cocoa.Remembering all this, I started to feel hungry.
I had been driving forabout four hours, and I had only eaten some cereal before leaving home thatmorning. It was still another hour’s drive. I should have traveled by air, butI like driving. The scenery, on the way back to Lost Creek, is beautiful. Lasttime I took this route I was on my way to a new life in Pennsylvania. I wasseventeen when I bought my car, a red 1985 Mustang GT. I had just gotten mylicense, and I felt so proud. I loved the sound of this car. Unfortunately, myMushy, as I named my beautiful car, was not as reliable as it used to be. Ithad started making these funny noises since last year, but I didn’t have thetime or the money to have it checked out. I was planning to bring Mushy for acheckup at Markey’s. He was the only mechanic in Lost Creek. I was hoping thathe could fix up Mushy, but if he couldn’t, I would have to buy another car. Atleast I knew I could trust him.
Anyway, back then I hadno idea what was out there for me. Being a small-town girl, everything outthere seemed big and scary. Gran supported me in my choices. I had alwayswanted to do something with fashion. So growing up, I started making my owndresses and outfits. Well, I used old clothes or curtains without Gran’spermission. Even then she supported me and sent me on a sewing course at Ms.Shauny. Ms. Shauny, our town’s seamstress, she was very excited to help me outbecause apparently none of the other youngsters liked this art. I learned a lotfrom her, and after high school, I got accepted into a top Columbus College ofArt & Design in Pennsylvania where I got my Bachelor’s degree. Afterfinishing school, I started working at my friend Julie’s place where shedesigns low budget wedding dresses. She gave me the opportunity to get someexperience in designing. Last week we celebrated her first successful year. Shehad asked me to become her partner as she wanted to extend her business. Thejob was really hard work, but I loved it. I was thinking about accepting heroffer, but I wasn’t sure if I could do this the rest of my life. I hardly had asocial life as it was.
My last date was oversix months ago! It wasn’t really a success. His name was Roger if I remembercorrectly. I met him at Beanie’s, a coffee place where I bought my chai latteevery morning with a cream cheese bagel. I lived with Julie in an apartmentright above Beanie’s. The owner, Chris, became a good friend after I had turnedhim down a couple of times.
Chris was very handsome,but it was the kind of handsome that every girl noticed. He knew he washandsome and he knew girls wouldn’t turn him down. He was not the kind of guy Iwould fall for. So, when I did refuse, he didn’t know what to say. After that,he stopped talking to me. Whenever I came in to order, he asked one of theother employees to take my order. After about a month or so, he tried to ask meout again. After I turned him down AGAIN, he felt insulted and told me to lookfor another coffee place. I didn’t take him all that seriously. This went onfor a while until one of the employees told me that he thought I felt he wasn’tgood enough for me since he was working in a coffee shop. He became sulky andlost his mojo with the other girls. I felt sorry for him, so I tried helpinghim out. One day when I came in for the usual; Chris walked away as usual, andI saw a blonde babe, the kind he would normally seduce for a date. I startedmaking small talk with her and introduced her to Chris. Chris, who clearlyhadn’t noticed this beautiful blonde, lit up and seemed to have found his mojoagain. From that day on, we became friends, and he accepted me as his firstlady friend (not girlfriend). So, after closing time Julie and I often hung atBeanie’s and sat there debating with Chris about a lot of different stuff - fromnew designs to whether soy milk was healthier than cow milk.
Right, so Roger wasChris’s friend from Seattle. After knowing me for a while, Chris figured outwhat kind of guy I would fall for. He would phrase it as, “There has to be amagical connection between the eyes of the two. The kind of connection youcannot explain in words. It’s something you have to feel and blabla…friggin bla…”So yes, it was kinda like that. But since I couldn’t explain it in words, howwas I supposed to explain it? I just felt like I would know when I’d meet theone. Yes, I believed in The One. It was probably cheesy and a little girl’sdream, but so what? Maybe it was because I’d never had that with anyone, maybebecause I was still a virgin waiting for the right guy or maybe because I lovedromantic stories. I just wanted that Crazy, Stupid Love. So, according toChris, Roger was the kind of guy who would fit my profile. As if I was lookingfor a serial killer. Chris described Roger as tall, dark and handsome with aromantic character. I had to admit; I was curious, but I acted indifferently.So, after mentioning it, he didn’t say a word about it again, and I figured heprobably wasn’t serious anyway.
One rainy afternoonJulie and I went to have lunch at Beanie’s, and I must say it was a kind ofromantic day, with rain pouring down heavily. Imagine a girl sheltering in acoffee shop with a hot cup of coffee and a boy enters. He orders an espressoand looks around. There in the corner, the girl would be sitting with her cupof coffee, staring outside. The boy would walk over because conveniently theonly seat left in the place was at her table. With his wet hair dripping on thetable, he would say, “Hi.” The girl would look up into his beautiful dark eyesand be stunned by his looks. His shy smile was making her shy, and she wouldstart blushing. “Do you mind if I take this seat?” he asked while looking intoher eyes. The girl (still blushing) wouldn’t be able to say anything. So,nodding and making some unintelligible sound she would stare at him, and hewould accept that as a yes. He would thank her and sit down and take out his phoneas if he didn’t know what to do with his hands. She would pretend to be staringoutside while staring at his reflection. After an awkward moment, she wouldsmile because she felt his eyes on her face. The boy -turning red- would feelcaught and would quickly pretend to be busy with his phone. The waitress wouldcome over, “Anything else dearie?” The girl not wanting to leave would ask fora cup of tea. The boy, clearly not wanting to leave either, would ask for thesame. He would look as if to be struggling for something to say. Finally, hewould say, “I think your phone is vibrating.” Looking at her phone on the sideof the table, she would say, “Yeah, that’s my boss. I’m supposed to beinterviewing some boring guy about his talent on a skateboard.” The boy, whohappened to be the skateboarder, would say, “I’m not that boring, you know. Igot stood up by this reporter chick who was supposed to interview me.” Thegirl, clearly shocked by the turn of events, would take out her Macbook andwould start asking him questions, but not about skateboarding, just about him.The boy, smiling teasingly, would answer her questions willingly and that wouldbe the beginning of a romantic love story.
Jeez, I could really getlost in my own thoughts. So there I was in the coffee shop with Julie. Let’s behonest, nothing even remotely close to my romantic ideas happened. Chris wastalking to someone who later turned out to be Roger (honestly I am still notsure if that was his name, but let’s stick to Roger). When we walked in, Chrislooked up and smiled at me. Roger, who was standing with his back towards us,turned around and…well, what can I say. Yes, he was tall, dark and handsome,but unfortunately, he didn’t take my breath away. Julie looked at me and saw myface turn. I knew she knew what I was thinking. She pushed me over to a tableand told me not to be so shallow. I told her that I was definitely not being shallow.His looks alone were great, but I needed a guy who could take my breath away. Ineeded to feel that connection and forget everything