Chasing Fallen

Chapter 31

"I've actually been wondering what was going on because she's just been acting so bipolar lately. She happy on minute then the next she's miserable. I think coming over would do her some good." Her voice sounded from the speakers.

I was in my dad's car. I had managed to get his keys after giving him my signature puppy dog eyes. He ate them up. It also helped that Momma Campbell was not in the vicinity.

I had went to the mall to get some supplies for the girls night for me and Peyton. I had everything I needed. Mrs Mandeleeve had confirmed prior that Pey had an engagement during the afternoon and would only be back at six pm and the madam herself would be out for a getaway weekend with the Mister.

So I had the house for myself.

A big house it was.

I hid dad's car behind their gigantic garden. I knew Peyton never parked there, no one in this house did, since it wasn't for parking but was sure if I didn't leave any tyre tracks nobody would mind.

The keys for the house were under the front doormat and I easily entered what would have passed as a mansion.

Mrs Mandeleeve was a socialite hence this house hosted a lot of her events, usually charities. She was very caring and more loving than my mother could ever bother to be and I'd been here so much, she treats me like her second daughter.

The house was styled to perfection, curtesy of Mr Mandeleeve, a interior designer and house flipper. I'd only met him a handful of times since he was always traveling.

You'd think he's a cheat but with the large tattoo on his arm of his wife's face and one on his chest of Peyton with his mom, you'd think twice. He looked like a bear but was as harmless as a puppy and always had a smile on his face.

The problem was when he didn't smile he looked dangerous.

Peyton loved my baking even though
I hated baking but I was quite frankly, good at it. I decided to whip her up a couple of buttery, sugary and delicious carbs. My speciality.

I made enough food to feed a whole hockey team and stored them away to keep them fresh and out of sight from an unsuspecting Peyton.

I decided to decorate her room with more pictures of us that I had printed before coming here and some gold star stickers because why not.

I repositioned her tv to the front of her bed so that we could watch the television dangerously close while we throw popcorn at the faces of those characters which wronged us.

I had made two big bowls of popcorn specifically for that. One bowl with caramel popcorn for stuffing ourselves. The other bowl with plain popcorn was for stuffing and throwing at crap characters.

I grinned to myself.

She would be here anytime now and I was getting so excited.

I had put so much effort into this that she would be so awwed and hopefully, forget how absent I've been lately.

When I was done setting up the movies, make up, baked goods, snacks and other junk food and the pictures, I worked on adorning the room with the scented candles that she really loved but I could care less about. It was her day today so why the hell not?

I lit them up and despite the fact that they clogged my nose, everything looked cute. A bit romantically platonic but still cute.

The candles were a bit too much?

Definitely, but I'll keep them up anyways.

I sat down and flipped through the photo album we'd made together in ninth grade. I was hoping we could laugh at the pictures together after covering our faces with ridiculous amounts of make up and maybe take some photos we could add here. Right next to the ones I hand picked before coming here.