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Short Story Sunday {Week 7} – Adulthood

Welcome back to Short Story Sunday! This time, here is a story about some girls in their early 20s commenting on adulthood and growing up. I have a feeling it’ll seem familiar to lots of my followers. Who is H? stories should be back soon.

PS – I normally don’t dedicate these, but this story is dedicated to Sean.

Adulthood
They sat across from each other on
the kitchen floor, legs splayed out on the linoleum as they leaned against
cabinets. Two girls in their early twenties, each dressed professionally.

“All
I’m asking is when did we become adults?” one asked.

She wore black dress pants with a light
yellow button-down tucked in, although the sleeves sat rolled up above her
elbows. The yellow stood out on her caramel-colored skin, and it matched the
thin headband that held back shoulder-length black hair. She sipped at a bottle
of light beer.
The other girl laughed. “That’s
what I want to know, Jordan. Like, the being-over-twenty-one thing I’m okay
with – ” Jordan laughed. “ – but I’d like to know who thought we were ready to
have apartments and bills and responsibilities,” she finished. Shifting a
little, she set her bottle of beer down. Instead of black, she wore tweed pants
that ended at her ankle, as well as a simple navy t-shirt, which highlighted
her pale skin. She rolled her shoulders back and tossed some of her straight,
light-brown hair over one shoulder.
“Being an adult sucks,” Jordan added, and her friend
lifted her bottle in a toast.
After sitting in silence for a few
minutes while they drank more and stared into space, the other girl added, “I
mean, there are some benefits.”
Jordan sighed. “Yeah, that’s true.
Like even though I have to pay my own bills, I can also spend my money on what
I want,” she pointed out. “And even though my mother can question it, she can’t
do a damned thing about it.”
“And we can go to bed when we want
and wake up when we want,” her friend said. “Well, kind of. Taking into
consideration work and all.”
Jordan rolled her eyes. “Right.
Totally free of restrictions.” Her voice dripped sarcasm, and her friend kicked
out at her with one foot in response. “Um hey, Liz, that’s not very nice,” she
said in response.
Sticking her tongue out, Liz kicked
again. “I do what I want,” she said. “I’m an adult, remember?”
“Yeah, and that’s absolutely adult
behavior,” Jordan admonished sarcastically.
Liz laughed. “Because we’re such
adults.”
“Right. Exactly.”
They sat in silence for a few
moments, occasionally making faces at each other. Finally, Jordan said, “We
should probably make something to eat.”
With a dramatic sigh, Liz
responded, “Yeah, you’re probably right. Because adults actually eat a real
dinner, right? Not just pretzel sticks and Hershey’s kisses like last night?”
Jordan laughed and got off the
floor to move to the refrigerator. “Basically,” she agreed. “Then again, that
involves us actually going to the grocery store.”
“Adulthood is hard,” Liz whined
from the floor. “Why do we have to do things? Why isn’t having a big-kid job
enough?”
Giving up on the refrigerator,
Jordan returned to the floor. “And we’re supposed to, like, positively
contribute to society? What is that, anyway?”
Liz lay down fully on the floor.
“Like, I don’t want to go be back at undergrad because I don’t miss all the
schoolwork and the stress, but I don’t want to do all of this stuff that being
an adult requires, you know?”
Sighing, Jordan lay down, too.
“Yeah, I know. I think that I basically just can’t decide what I think about
being an adult.”
“That’s a little too meta for me
right now,” Liz groaned, covering her eyes with one hand. “Ugh. Being a
grownup. Ugh.”

**


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