Expect The Unexpected

Chapter 12 - Repeated Routines

One month later... wow! Just wow - a phenomal eleven million people had viewed the music video. I mean, what could I say besides that? Rumour got round on the Internet and Matthew and the receptionist had cleared it - " We will be hosting a small dinner party drink this evening guys. Of course the boys are underaged but I have arranged a laser tag, stopping off to fans surprises for them. So we will toast to everyone this evening! " A calm, empowering authority overwhelmed his voice as it sounded calm with clarity.

I felt like a mother figure because it felt like the group were my children and I watched them graduate to fame. What more could I have asked for? That just made me smile the day onwards, displaying my pearly white jewel of the sea teeth. Eventually, it hit me when I was dressed, because I was talking to friends, that I was late. Precisely, awkwardly late when I stepped into a room full of freakishly transfixed people staring at me. Matthew had filled me in that there were just some extra people he invited that do proffessional contracts and organize committees to which I couldn't find any interest in.

The night ended with me in my clothes, walking home dizzily. Large hair grips drew my hair from itself and with the irritant frustration, I untangle and let the locks fly freely against the wind like a bird. Heels have never been comfortable to wear, I'll admit, and it was proving the exhaustion of my face as best as possible. The lampposts wore thin skimpy light bulb dresses, displaying all the light at the beginning ; soon enough they pile on blankets of black darkness.

I arrived back to my residence, waddling like a penguin that got it's leg amputated. Needless to say it was not a pretty sight ! What was even further disconcerting is taking a few sips of tequila. One of my biggest regrets because the liquid did not wash down well, not sliding down my throat but choosing to choke on it. At battle with one another , a gory sight when the tequila won and I spat it out to a nearby trash can. Agressive ... Sharp.... Tart, my lungs had scraped into the fiery pits of hell. All the while the drink stood with a pitchfork in a hand and a scorpion's tail for its back.

Morning had come to me as an alarm. Knowing how well I despise them, the twin of greed. It's not hearing the alarm that makes my morning, definitely not! It's the getting ready for the day which defines my attitude. A thought bubbles in my head and I catch it with a net of promise for the fact that it won't float away. Australia: Dashingly devious handsome with it's popular beaches and welcoming hospitality.

I would not let go of such an inspiring land boxed to the brim. My imaginary suitcase of joy was packed as it steered itself and me with it to a glorious gorgeous cupcake cafe. Darling displays glorifying the awesome vivid vibrant vanilla on top of a buttercream. I could've craved anything that I had no idea was possible to want. Summer was radiating the devine color and flavor of pink lemon onto the fairy cupcake. The cherry on top that really did it for me was an adorable little umbrella pressed on top of the icing.

In my mind, I had always imagined my eye color matching to my mood and in that case : a fiesta of poppy seeds warmly welcomed the infecting light brown shade for my eye mood. I never knew if I had acted like that because I had not ate cupcakes in a while. The strict regime of healthy nibbles turned into a habit for me, being a dentist. Usually, when I passed by Subway or McDonald's- my nose couldn't digest the sickening smell that reeked since I had grown to enjoy the nutritious foods.

Cupcakes: Fluffy, airy and fresh out of the oven. I couldn't risk picking one... two... or six to share amongst the office. 2 Apple cinnamon rolls , 1 pistachio, 2 Espresso's , 1 Blackberry red velvet So far, so good! The breeze came in, knocking the sun in a fight as gusts of it flew to my face and wrecked my hair. Yet I had not a care in the world!