Temptations

Chapter 3

"Marceline honey, we will have guests over for dinner tonight," my mom hollered as I went upstairs to my room.

"Alright," I shouted as I hit the last step and walked into my room. I threw my bag on the floor next to my desk and tossed myself onto the bed with a sigh. I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through Instagram and Tumblr. Once I was bored, I looked at the time which read 3:04pm. I decided to take a shower since guests will come and I had no idea when.

I walked into my ensuite and stripped, turning the water on. I placed my phone on the counter, connecting it to my speaker. I tapped on my shower playlist and Don't Dream It's Over by Crowded House began playing. Once the water was warm enough, I hopped in and relaxed my tense muscles. Standing there for about five minutes, I quickly washed in my hair products and got out. I began humming along to the song as I wiped the steam off of the mirror. I brushed my teeth and I walked out of the ensuite into my bedroom. The music continued to flow from my surround sound speakers that were placed in both my bathroom and room. I turned it up, so that it could even be heard from downstairs.

As I walked into my closet and looked around for what to wear, I noticed my skirts or any of my dresses weren't around, so I walked downstairs in my towel to my mom.

"Hey now, hey now don't dream it's- mom do you know where my dresses and skirts are?" I hummed as I turned from the stairs and walked into the kitchen.

"Um, sweetheart," She trailed off. That's when I finally looked at her, and dear god that was probably one of the most embarrassing moments in my life.

There I stood, in nothing but a towel, looking like a wet rat in front of Mr. Lachlan. He looked at me with an amused smirk as I squealed and ran back upstairs. I made it into my room where I paced and mumbled incoherent words to myself. Why the hell would he be here? There was a knock at my door and I quickly threw on undergarments and an oversized t-shirt. I cracked open the door and my mom stood there with a box labeled 'Marcie's Dresses'. I smiled at her and took the box into my room, shutting the door.

I slipped on a black skater dress that reached mid thigh and put on some white hightop Converse to match. Cigarette Daydream by Cage the Elephants began to play as I walked back into the ensuite. I dried my hair and let the loose waves cascade down my back. I tussled my hair to the right and added mascara and eyeliner for my makeup, deciding on leaving out lipstick since it'll come off anyway when I eat. I turned off the speakers and grabbed my phone, walking back downstairs and into the kitchen to see my mom tossing the salad.

"Honey, do you mind taking this out to the table?" She asked setting the wooden spoon and fork down.

"Not at all," I smiled grabbing the bowl and walking towards the dining table where the rest of the food was set up. I set the salad next to the lasagna and swiftly turned around to go back to the kitchen to help my mom. As doing so, I bumped into someone and came crashing down to the floor; for the second time today...by the same stranger.

"We have got to stop meeting like this, sweetheart," His deep voice chuckled. He lent out a hand and I gratefully took it, again.

"Thank you," I blushed, noticing he hasn't let my hand go.

"Liam, honey where are you?" A squeaky voice called out, making Mr. Lachlan pull his hand away. Soon, a petit, blonde woman walked in with a bright smile.

"Oh, there you are," She giggled. She turned towards me with a smile and stuck out her hand, "Sarah Lachlan, pleasure to meet you."

I took her hand and shook it, "Marceline Montgomery and likewise," I smiled," If you'll excuse me, I think I'll help my mom with the food." They both nodded and I made my way towards the kitchen. I took deep breaths and held my palm on my forehead. Mr. Lachlan is my neighbor?! He and his wife are our guests to dinner? What the hell? I walked into the kitchen and my mom was just taking her famous tiramisu from the counter top into the fridge.