Rejected Luna

6|Date part 1

I woke up when my blanket was being thrown off of me; rubbing my eyes, I look to see Cecelia smirking. "Get up! Time to get you ready for your date."

"Cece, we're not going until tonight."

"Which gives us time to go shopping? Besides, I remember you forgot to take Logan shopping."

I groaned, rubbing my face. "Fine! But you're getting Logan ready."

"Deal"

"Don't forget to bathe her," I yelled out as she left out the door.

I stood up, stretching my back cracking as I stretch; I walk into my bathroom brushing my teeth and wash my face. I turn on the shower and strip out of my clothes. I scrub my body clean-rinsing the soap off until I'm all clean. I step out of the shower dry myself completely off and got dressed. I brush my hair down, deciding to leave it out when Cecelia busted through my door.

"BITCH! You better be ready, or we are leaving your ugly ass."

"My ass is far from ugly."

She busts out laughing, grabbing me making me go with her; we walked in the car. Logan was already there dressed with her blonde hair in a little bun. "Hi mama"

"Hi baby," I said, handing her a blue raspberry lollipop and pulled another one out for myself. Don't judge us; we love our lollipops.

"Ohh lollie twank wou mama"

"You welcome Gracie" I'm the only one who calls her that anyone who tries's gets slapped.

"Where's mine?" Cecelia asked, pouting. I handed her a cherry since that's the only flavor she likes well: strawberry, but I couldn't find any. I buckled up, and we were off to the mall.

We've been walking around the mall for ages, and I still haven't found an outfit; we've found tons of outfits for Logan; she even got toys; we walked in forever 21, and Cecelia is trying to help me find a dress, nothing has caught my eyes, yet  I walked around until Cecelia came with a dress it was beautiful, and this is the one I grabbed it from her and paid for it.

"I'm hungry let's go get some lunch," I said irritatedly

"Fine, let's go before mama bear starts growling at us."

"Don't cwall my mama twat?" she said, stomping her foot angrily

"Fine, fine, I won't."

We walked to the food court, looking around to see what we want to eat "hmm, I'm craving a taco," I said, rubbing my stomach.

"Me too, mama. I eat twaco"

"Ugh, not me. I'm going to have a chipotle bowl."

I picked up Logan and ordered six tacos for us "will that be all."

"No, apple juice and a sprite."

I paid for our food, grabbed our drinks and tacos walking over to an empty table, setting out food down. I sat Logan in a seat next to me and handed her two tacos as I ate my four tacos. Hey, don't judge me; I love my tacos. Cecelia finally returned with her taco bowl; we all sat in silence, eating our door and drinking our drinks.

We finally finished eating. I'm holding a sleeping Logan while Cecelia is holding the bags; we walk back to the car; I gently place a sleeping Logan in the car seat and buckle her up; it's currently 5 at night, and I have 2 hours to get ready, but we're not even home yet I hope we make it in time for me to put Logan to be beg and get ready I close the car door and get in the passenger side buckling up Cecelia got in the driver's side and drove us home I hope we get home in time I can't afford to be late.