The quiet in the chaos

“Why do we watch this stupid stuff.” I asked my friend Ivy. She looked at me with a knowing smirk like she always does. The girl is hard to figure out. I love my best friend, I do, she’s loyal and very grounded she grew up well in a house with everything she could ask for, loving mom that’s a doctor and Father that just so happened to stick around. Her Father is a therapist. Funny right. The one thing in this messed up world that I need. Ivy grew up rich and she’s one of the few people you see that doesn’t take full advantage of that. No matter how much I envy what she has I’d never take it from her. Her and her parents have helped me through a lot. Her father has had so many therapy sessions with me then all his clients combined, and her mother always told me to stick around for dinner. We laugh and she is the bandaid to, my broken heart. She laughed softly and looked at me, “Because, if you can’t live the romance stories you should at least get to watch them.” I burst out laughing. Ivy is a popular girl, and she has had plenty of boyfriends, but teenage boys are dumb, and most can’t treat a girl right to save their lives. “Ivy… you have a new boyfriend every month. You are getting plenty of action.” “Yeah, but none treat me like that.” “These romance shows are dumb most all relationships don’t start out with a pretty princess and a knight to come rescue her. All romance movies are all basic, either there’s a broken girl or a good girl type and bad boy, broken boy type. Then they get together and they make it seem like the whole world stops for them. That’s called dream land not reality, the most you’re getting out of any relationship here is a broke boy and a half date at McDonalds with food poison the next morning.” It’s Ivy’s turn to burst out laughing. “That’s true, the last date I went on with Andrew, was terrible, and quite frankly it did end in food poisoning.” I smile. “See.” I continue, “if I date someone, I want to know that they would fight for my love, they would die for me, kill for me and stand in front of me with a bullet coming my way, get shot, and still turn around and ask if I was okay, but that’s not the kind of man that exists.” “ you never know Vera you might find Prince Charming.”