Where It Began Tour: This or That with Gabby
Love! I would say that I have an unfortunate tendency to get them somewhat confused, but I am seriously working on this.
Black Friday or Cyber Monday?
Dinosaurs or Aliens?
Dinosaurs. I mean, I live near the La Brea tar pits. They pull dinosaur bones out of there. Go there enough when you’re a little kid, and you grow up thinking about dinosaurs and wooly mammoths tromping around your neighborhood, lumbering up and down Estrada knocking over mail trucks and eating mailboxes and scaring coyotes.
Dog or Cat?
Dogs. Specifically Huey’s dogs. I admit to having had homicidal (Dogocidal? Caninecidal?) thoughts toward his dog, Daisy, at one point, but something snapped and I saw the light and now I really really want a dog. Not the small kind you dress up and carry around in a handbag either, a big fuzzy doggy one.
Books or TV?
Books. Just generally not books assigned in school. Other than The Great Gatsby. Which was surprisingly good.
Sometimes I just want to be with the people in books, as opposed to the people in my life. Sometimes I wish Lisa and Anita and I could go to school in Paris with Anna from Anna and the French Kiss, except that I am now so highly sensitized to anything even vaguely sketchy about boys with charm, I would probably have had a somewhat negative impact on her relationship with Etienne. As in, back away from the boy. Which might not have been such great advice.
It’s not that I don’t watch TV, either, as in Oh, TV is just so so without class and I’m so highly evolved that I’m going to elope with my kindle. I totally watch TV. But if I have to pick one or the other…books!
Bad boy or Nice guy?
I tend to be somewhat delusional in this regard. As in, oh, yeah, he’s nice right? He’s totally nice. Cool as in a bad boy, but totally nice to me, oh yeah, as if totally nice bad boys are just wandering around looking for me.
Because when I think “Bad Boy,” it feels as if there’s a romantic possibility there, and when I think “Nice Guy,” I also think, “Meh.” And I totally want to fix that, I do, I’m actually trying, but how, exactly do you fix that?
Lollipop or Drop candy?
Gum drops. I actually love yellow gum drops.
Facebook or Myspace?
Facebook. I never even had a Myspace, just went straight to Facebook.
Yellow or Black?
Yellow, maybe because now I have yellow gum drops on my mind.
Positive or Negative?
Everybody keeps saying that I’m so negative, but I don’t see it. I think I’m being realistic. There are pills for that. Not really.
I am actually somewhat happy now. Which, when you consider where I am and what I get to do, who wouldn’t be happy? It’s just that when you think about how I got here, it’s somewhat difficult to go, oh, that was just a brief and tiny aberration in my otherwise shiny and delightful life. Because it wasn’t. Realistically.
Gabby lived under the radar until her makeover. Way under. But when she started her senior year as a blonder, better-dressed version of herself, she struck gold: Billy Nash believed she was a the flawless girl she was pretending to be. The next eight months with Billy were bliss…Until the night Gabby woke up on the ground next to the remains of his BMW without a single memory of how she got there.
And Billy’s nowhere to be found.
All Gabby wants is to make everything perfect again. But getting her life back isn’t difficult, it’s impossible. Because nothing is the same, and Gabby’s beginning to realize she’s missed more than a few danger signs along the way.
It’s time for Gabby to face the truth, even if it means everything changes.
Especially if it means everything changes.