Sugar Rush

26- Watching Horror Movies With Bruce And Skittles

26

The sun woke me up the next morning. It was Sunday and I was not in the mood to get up, what more going out of the house. Bruce and Skittles were lying down beside me, both of my hands were busy rubbing on their stomachs.

I knew my eyes were still swollen by the amount of crying I did last night. My throat was dry and sore from screaming too much on my pillow. The sheets were already on one side of the bed because I pulled it off.

This wasn’t easy. Every time I closed my eyes, I pictured Blake crying on his knees and face buried in the pam of his hands, an image from yesterday as I finally closed the door on him.

The pints of ice cream I had stored in the freezer for emergency cases such as a zombie apocalypse, and this one of course, was finally going to be consumed. And the numerous movies I had bought a while back that I never got the chance to watch would finally be played in my laptop, that’s if I find them.

I looked like a burrito now. I had my quilted blanket wrap around me when my dogs left me to go downstairs. I want to stay like this forever.

Unfortunately, I was living in the real world where I have work, responsibilities, and bills to pay. However, I did choose to skip work on Monday just for the heck of it.

Something good came out from my pigging out though. I have reunited with my best friend now, there’s two of them actually. Everyone, I’d like to introduce you to my newly reunited best friends who have been with me through all of my heartaches, from my douchebag teenage boyfriend to Blake Greene- the best man I have ever met. Meet Ben and Jerry. And guess what? They own an ice cream company.

Not only that, I also managed to get started on my one thousand puzzle piece of Cape Town Reese had gotten for me. I finished a quarter of it already.

By the time I was ready to sleep and work for the next day, I probably finished four and a half pints of ice cream. The other half of the pint which had my tears on was back in the freezer. It was cookie dough.

It was the same ice cream I had eaten when we were in the ice cream place. And I remembered everything again. So I put the lid back on and tossed the pint back in the freezer. I’m not so sure whether I should just chuck it in the trash bin or preserve it.

Four days later, I was in the baking room, making myself busy in creating new cake flavors. All I wanted was to forget everything and what better way to do that than by distracting myself with work? I had been locked up in here since Tuesday creating new flavors.

You could say I’m taking this fake break up rather seriously.

“Beth, you’ve been living here for days already!” Dani burst through the door of the room, scaring the crap out of me making me drop the whisk that I was holding.

I stared at the now dirty buttercream on the floor before sending a death glare to Dani. It was mint. Ignoring her, I picked up the whisk from the floor and tossed it in the sink, the sound of metal clanking echoing in the room. I took the empty pastry bag from the table and started filling it up with the remaining frosting I had when Dani marched up to me and pulled the bag away from my hands.

So determined. Can she not see I am still in my after fake break up work mode?

“Give that back to me.” I mutter, stretching my arm to reach it. “As you can see, I’m busy so please give that back to me and leave.”

Dani scrunched up her nose as she said, “Looks like someone’s cranky after a break up.”

“Shut up.” I said, and took the opportunity to reach out for the bag and this time around, I was able to reach it. “And who said I was on a break up? I don’t even have a boyfriend to begin with.”