Spicy Adult Story

The pastcouple ofdays have been fun. I checked into the Blake Hotel onTuesday around two. The placewas gorgeous! And my roommate, Sarah, was lots of fun. Within fifteen minutes of talking to each other, we were already spilling personal stories and embarrassing moments. The food was great. We had a three-course meal for dinner the first night. While all of the others girls were picking daintly at their food, I cleaned my plate each time. The meal began with salad and bread. They gave us dabs of butter carved in the shape of flowers! I thought that was so neat. For our main course, we had chicken cordon bleu. Ivory-colored rose petals were sprinkled across our plates as decoration -I seemed to be the only one who thought that was amazing. I even ate one of them. It tasted sweet. For dessert, we had cake and strawberries. I and two other girls stayed to finish every last bite while everyone else left. Seriously, why let good food go to waste?

We spent all of Tuesday rehearsing. At night, we met up with our chaperones, and they gave each girl a goodie bag. In it were coupons, an adorable teddy bear, snacks, pens, a shirt, etc.

There was something wrong with the heater in my room. Even though we cranked the temperature way up, it was still cold. So I grabbed my teddy bear andwent to Ranika’s room.Sarah came along too.I don’t like the cold, and it’s cold in my room. Would you be opposed to sharing a bed with me? I asked.

Ranika chirped.

Really? Yay! I scrambled happilybeneath the covers and fell asleep to the animated voices ofthree other girls.

In the morning, we changed into our business attire and walked down to breakfast.

While we listened to three guest speakers lecture, I munched on the best chocolate pastries in the world.

Then it was time for rehearsal again. Our proctor was a total ice queen. Think Miss Trunchbull from Matilda. Times fifty.

Shut the hell up! she screeched.

All of the girls looked around at each other in shock.

Okay! Get in formation, NOW!I heard last year, she made several girls The girl next to me, Kelly, whispered. You see that girl up there? She pointed to a pretty brunette. Her dad paid the judgesoff so she could be here.tell anyone what I just told you.

Miss North Carolina came inan hour later, andwe practiced singing One together.heard literally fifty different pitches going on at the same time. We sounded atrocious. If I had been ice-queen-proctor, I would have scrapped the song altogether.

The actual pageant flew by so quickly. Miss South Carolina played the piano. Several of the past queens showed up. Our MCEE was Molly, a news anchor for WBTV. Amber, last year’s queen, did her final walk across the stage. The new queen was crowned, and just like that, it was over.

After the Coronation, wehad a pizza party in roomOur eyes were glued to theChannel 3 news. Molly had rushed back to the set after the pageant and was reporting live. Everyone cheered when she finally mentioned the Carrousel Pageant. I caught a glimpse of myself on TV and smiled, feeling satisfied.

Ashley, Eden, Gamer Girl (I forget her real name), Diem, Mary, and I jacked the box of Krispy Kremes and took the elevator up to Eden’s room, where wefooled arounduntil two in the morning.

The next day, everyone got ready for the Thanksgiving Parade. Wetook a bus to our destinationhitched rides in golf carts to our floats. I shared a sparkling blue float with several other girls. As we inched down the street, we smiled and waved to everyone. When I saw all of those people huddled together, waving back, their faces shining with good spirit, I realized how glad I was to be there. Despite the stinging cold and my frozen fingers, I was truly happy, standing there, a part of something so festive and special.

After the Parade, everyone said their goodbyes. My dad took me to McCormick Schmick’s, where Jin’s mom threw a celebration lunch for me. I sat next to Emily, probably the maturest ten-year-old I have ever met. Not that she acts adult-like or anything – there’s just something about her that tells me,behind those eyes lies wisdom beyond her years.

I had the best almond-crusted mountain trout ever. Our waiter was super nice. I told him I wanted to try the Bourbon candied yams that came along with the Thanksgiving Special, and he convinced the chef to give me a free plate of the stuff! They were delicious. I felt bad for him – working so hard on Thanksgiving.

I’m sorry you have to work so hard on Thanksgiving, I told him.

It’s alright, he said, forcing a smile.

You’ll make it in time for dinner, right?I get off at eight, so I’m probablygoing to end up witha plate of leftovers.Ah, that stinks.But, hey, thank you, he said – a genuine smile this time. For taking the time to ask.

He swept up our empty plates and headed back to the kitchen. Poor guy. The restaurant was brimming with customers. It must have been rough for him.

When the dessert tray was set in front of us, I had the hardest time deciding between the key lime pie and the pumpkin cheesecake.

Ooh, what’s that? Emily asked, pointing.

A chocolate peanut butter torte, our waiter replied.

We spent a couple of minutes deciding.

Are you getting the torte? I asked Emily.

I don’t know what to get, I sighed. I had always been an indecisive person.

Emily said. I think I’ll get the pumpkin cheesecake.

I looked at her, shocked. She was doing this so I could get the key lime pie and taste both desserts.

No, no, no, I shook my head, Stop being nice. Get what you reallyI am. I want the pumpkin cheesecake. I buried my face in my hands. A ten-year-old was humoring me. Why are you so nice? I heard her say softly, You’re always nice to me.

I stopped to think. All of these years that I’ve known Emily and Jin…they used to come over a lot when I was a kid. Lots of other kids too. The guys and I would always huddle in front of the TV, playing video games.

Get out of here Emily. Play somewhere else, Jin would say.

Every time, she would look like she was about to cry. And I would rush over, put my arms around her, and say, Let her stay, Jin. She’s not bothering anyone.

I had forgotten. I guess I havealways treated Emily like an equal. I talk to her like she’s one of my friends. Usually when adultsspeak to children,their tone of voice change and they talk really slowly, like fifteen words a minute. I’ve always found that particularly offensive as a kid, so I take care to never do that.

Emily said. I got the chocolate thing last time we came here. It wasn’t that good.But chocolate plus peanut butter always equals heaven.It doesn’t really have peanut butter. Just the flavor of it.

She was a good liar. I almost believed her, but then I remembered she had asked the waiter, Ooh, what’s that? If she had gotten the torte before, she wouldn’t have asked what it was. I decided to let it slide. I wasn’t going to ruin her moment.

I smiled. Pumpkin cheesecake and key lime pie it is.

We had a lot of company come over for dinner. Angela was there, and we caught up on each other’s lives. The turkey was ready at eight. I ate a bunch of it, even though I was still full from lunch. I think the implication behind the turkey made me happier than the actual turkey itself. Every year, I would ask my mother for a turkey, and every year she would say no, that it was too much work. So it really meant a lot to me that she decided to make one this year.

I saw myself on TVagain. Riding down the float, waving and smiling. Silver crown sparkling in the sun.

On Black Friday, Jin’s mom took us to South Park. I helped Emily shop for winter clothes. Afterwards, we had dinner at Morton’s.

I was exhausted and kept dozing off during the ride back home. I would start leaning towards the left, wake up, sit up straight, and start falling back asleep. When I woke up, I found myself lyingon a pillow proppedagainst Emily’s lap. Great, I thought, letting my eyes close again.

I was supposed to be the onetaking care of her. The big sister.She was the ten-year-old, not me. So then,why did it feel like our roles had been reversed, and that she was the one taking care of me?

In the end Idecided it didn’t matter. I was her friend, and she was mine. Age and who took care of who weren’t important.

Content with thesedrifted back to sleep.

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