What Love Has Lost Read Online Free Page A
Author: Mindy McCalester
other! Why would you ask such a question?"
Rhiannon huffs as she drops her lipstick into her purse and turns around, facing me, instead of the mirror. "At least, Grady and I have class; unlike you and Nathan, flinging your bodies into each other."
My eye starts to twitch. "It was over the summer, and we were in a secluded area! Who's going to watch us - a bear?"
I watch Rhiannon pursing her lips together. "Look, I'm sorry for judging you and Nathan's relationship. I haven't been a good friend to you, at all, today. If it makes you content, I will drop the complaints about Nathan and his secret diseases, and let you two figure things out."
"Thank you, Rhi. That's all I ever wanted." I smile as I give Rhiannon a hug.
As we let go, she inhales, "I knew that going to the movies might take your mind off of things; however, I'm not sure if I succeeded," she trails as she stares at the floor. Then, she shakes her head, while letting out a sigh and smiles. "Anyways, how's my makeup?"
I giggle and roll my eyes. "It's perfect." I say, truthfully.
♠♣♥♦
Rhiannon and I exit the restroom as we see two handsome looking men, standing before us.
"Finally, it takes that long for girls to use the restroom?" Grady exaggerates. Rhiannon playfully punches Grady onto his upper arm before wrapping it around his.
Nathan and I were behind the lovebirds, listening to them as they are acting as if they are a married couple. They aren't even married, yet! Unfortunately, it means that they belong together. I can feel a pang of jealousy, because I want what they have.
"So, what do you guys want to do next? Do you want to eat at a local restaurant, or do you want to order take out? Oh, we could cook an amazing dinner for our guests! Ah, Grady, I've always wanted to prepare home-cooked meals! I've been watching the Food Network." Rhiannon giddies with excitement.
All of us stare at her as if she has gone insane. To be correct, I have known Rhiannon almost all my life, because we've became friends since middle school. "Honey, you've never touched a single pan or spatula in your entire life."
"At least, I've touched a stove! And I was seven." She corrects, and we all start laughing.
"Maybe we'll try cooking at home, but if Rhi burns our food, then I'm calling Chinese." I chime as Nathan and Grady agrees with me. See, Chinese food is everyone's favorite meal. I think it makes people satisfied because they have a variety of foods, or maybe it's because they have awesome rice and chow mien.
As we arrive at the apartment, Rhiannon rushes into the building and starts grabbing everything out of the kitchen. She grabs a spatula, a chef hat, and an apron. She definitely looks the part. I can somewhat picture Rhiannon as a chef. However, does her culinary capability suffice?
"Attention, lady and gentlemen; I will now grab this pot and pan out of the drawers and place them upon the stove." Rhiannon narrates, while speaking in a French accent. Nathan, Grady, and I pulled out chairs to sit and watch the show. It's a good thing that we have three high chairs because they are used for the countertop, which divides the kitchen and the dining room.
"Next, I will get the cooking oil and pour it into the pot and pan as I turn on the stove." We watch her continue on her fine cooking skills. "All right, I think I poured too much cooking oil, but we're all so damn skinny; we might as well fatten ourselves a bit."
We all laugh at her joke, and she continues to walk to the refrigerator. "I will take out the chicken, and cut it into small pieces!" Rhiannon raises the chicken up in the air, as it stays sealed. We all start laughing at her.
Rhiannon tries her best to ignore us, so she continues lecturing. "I will now open this sealed compartment and release the dead beast!" Then, she adds dramatic effect. "Bum, bum, bum, bah, bam, bam..." she sings and slowly swings her arm, which is holding a kitchen knife, towards the chicken.
"Oh, no, don't cut me!"
Rhiannon huffs as she drops her lipstick into her purse and turns around, facing me, instead of the mirror. "At least, Grady and I have class; unlike you and Nathan, flinging your bodies into each other."
My eye starts to twitch. "It was over the summer, and we were in a secluded area! Who's going to watch us - a bear?"
I watch Rhiannon pursing her lips together. "Look, I'm sorry for judging you and Nathan's relationship. I haven't been a good friend to you, at all, today. If it makes you content, I will drop the complaints about Nathan and his secret diseases, and let you two figure things out."
"Thank you, Rhi. That's all I ever wanted." I smile as I give Rhiannon a hug.
As we let go, she inhales, "I knew that going to the movies might take your mind off of things; however, I'm not sure if I succeeded," she trails as she stares at the floor. Then, she shakes her head, while letting out a sigh and smiles. "Anyways, how's my makeup?"
I giggle and roll my eyes. "It's perfect." I say, truthfully.
♠♣♥♦
Rhiannon and I exit the restroom as we see two handsome looking men, standing before us.
"Finally, it takes that long for girls to use the restroom?" Grady exaggerates. Rhiannon playfully punches Grady onto his upper arm before wrapping it around his.
Nathan and I were behind the lovebirds, listening to them as they are acting as if they are a married couple. They aren't even married, yet! Unfortunately, it means that they belong together. I can feel a pang of jealousy, because I want what they have.
"So, what do you guys want to do next? Do you want to eat at a local restaurant, or do you want to order take out? Oh, we could cook an amazing dinner for our guests! Ah, Grady, I've always wanted to prepare home-cooked meals! I've been watching the Food Network." Rhiannon giddies with excitement.
All of us stare at her as if she has gone insane. To be correct, I have known Rhiannon almost all my life, because we've became friends since middle school. "Honey, you've never touched a single pan or spatula in your entire life."
"At least, I've touched a stove! And I was seven." She corrects, and we all start laughing.
"Maybe we'll try cooking at home, but if Rhi burns our food, then I'm calling Chinese." I chime as Nathan and Grady agrees with me. See, Chinese food is everyone's favorite meal. I think it makes people satisfied because they have a variety of foods, or maybe it's because they have awesome rice and chow mien.
As we arrive at the apartment, Rhiannon rushes into the building and starts grabbing everything out of the kitchen. She grabs a spatula, a chef hat, and an apron. She definitely looks the part. I can somewhat picture Rhiannon as a chef. However, does her culinary capability suffice?
"Attention, lady and gentlemen; I will now grab this pot and pan out of the drawers and place them upon the stove." Rhiannon narrates, while speaking in a French accent. Nathan, Grady, and I pulled out chairs to sit and watch the show. It's a good thing that we have three high chairs because they are used for the countertop, which divides the kitchen and the dining room.
"Next, I will get the cooking oil and pour it into the pot and pan as I turn on the stove." We watch her continue on her fine cooking skills. "All right, I think I poured too much cooking oil, but we're all so damn skinny; we might as well fatten ourselves a bit."
We all laugh at her joke, and she continues to walk to the refrigerator. "I will take out the chicken, and cut it into small pieces!" Rhiannon raises the chicken up in the air, as it stays sealed. We all start laughing at her.
Rhiannon tries her best to ignore us, so she continues lecturing. "I will now open this sealed compartment and release the dead beast!" Then, she adds dramatic effect. "Bum, bum, bum, bah, bam, bam..." she sings and slowly swings her arm, which is holding a kitchen knife, towards the chicken.
"Oh, no, don't cut me!"
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