The Void Between Hearts ~~ongoing~~

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   In front of the mirror again, I let the towel loose, observing every curve and corner, every dent and invisible plump.

   Loving bra's is still a work in progress, so I just slide into my underwear, and a short cotton dress decorated with embroidered flowers. 

   I spray a few puffs of my fairy-dream body mist, swipe a little lip gloss, and put let my hair out so it air dries. I check myself out in the mirror again, trying different faces: sexy, happy, cute, innocent, flirty.

   I'm blushing all the way down the stairs and my heart starts racing again, like I'll see him standing there. I smile when I don't, but the memory is so clear I can almost see him.

   "Look at you." Mom says. She smiles like I have rainbows spiralling around me. She's wearing a black night gown and it's sexy. 

   I run and give her a hug. I don't know why I just feel like hugging. "Now don't you like how sexy you look in this?" I ask her.

   "Boma, my choice of clothing is none of your business and what do you know about sexiness?"

   "That your beloved Kaftans are not. And you're my mom, so it's all of my business."

   "I don't expect you to understand. When you get older . . ."

   "So, you're old now?" I ask

   "Would you leave me alone?" she chuckles, "yes. I'm old. I'm not seventeen and I like how comfy and stylish my Kaftans are."

   "Stylish?"

   "Yes, stylish." 

   She shuts me up with a plate of steaming noodles. I see vegetables and prawns and sausages staring at me. She adds a fried egg on top.

   "I'm proud of you mom." I smile at the food. 

   She laughs. "If you just allowed yourself to learn how to cook, and stopped complaining about my clothes, you could whip up nice things too."

   "I'll just let you do your thing mom. Cooking is your thing." I say and begin eating.

   "Buns!" I hear Chinny's voice outside. 

   "Don't worry, I'll get it." Mom pats my back.

   I turn around, a piece of sausage dangling between my lips and I see my best friend with her small bag, her glasses and her awkward smile. 

   "That was fast!" I grin. She drops her bag on the floor and walks over to sit beside me.

   "You guys, finish up. I'll be getting ready. Thanks for coming Chin." 

   "You're welcome mom." Chinny smiles. Chinny has always called my mom, 'mom'. I call Chinny's mom, ma, she's more traditional. 

   "Before you say anything, I'd like to say prom is officially tomorrow!" Chinny says.

   "And I'm extremely nervous."

   "At least you have a date now, a fine one at that. Speaking of which, gist me."

   "He came back!!" 

   "You said so, and I just don't understand, I thought you guys . . ." she wraps the noodles around the fork, closing her eyes as the taste serenades her taste buds.

   "I know, but like after he dropped me and left, he sent me the message, asking if I wanted to go to prom with him–" 

   "That was when you called me?" She takes another mouthful of noodles. I look at my plate and then at her, her smile says, 'you know I can't resist, what's yours, is mine.'