ғᴀʟʟɪɴ' ғᴏʀ ʏᴀ - ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴜᴘs

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𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 - 𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐄
   "wнeɴ тнe eveɴιɴɢ ѕнαdowѕ αɴd тнe ѕтαrѕ αppeαr αɴd тнere ιѕ ɴo oɴe тнere тo dry yoυr тeαrѕ I coυld нold yoυ ғor α мιllιoɴ yeαrѕ, тo мαĸe yoυ ғeel мy love"

   The four men, as well as Johnathan, had headed out towards McIntyre Island to spread the coaches ashes. They had asked Mackenzie if she had wanted to tag along but she thought it would be better if she just held back with the moms and children.

   Mackenzie had made her way into the house, her mother, Sally and Deanne were sitting at the table, God knows where Gloria had disappeared to.

   "Kenzie, Sweetheart, come here," Roxanne called out to Mackenzie before she made it up the stairs.

   Turning around Mackenzie walked over to the table, pulling out a chair and taking a seat next to Sally and across from Deanne and Roxanne.

   "So any gossip?" Sally asked the girl, smiling slightly. Sally seemed to be quite the gossiper always wanting to know the latest but she seemed sweet enough.

   "No, not really." Mackenzie replied.

    "How's things going with you and Johnathan?" Deanne asked her, smirking.

   "Eh, good." Mackenzie replied shortly.

   "Oh Em Gee, you definitely kissed!" Sally yelled, excitedly.

   Mackenzie's face slowly turned red, causing the women to start cheering with happiness, realising that Sally's statement was true.

   A smile spread across Roxanne's face after she realised how happy her oldest daughter was. That was all she ever wanted for her; happiness.

   This was when the questions started, and they did not stop for about an hour. They ranged from their relationship status to when it began and how she felt.

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   After the questions stopped and the woman began conversing about different topics, Mackenzie managed to escape. She grabbed her guitar and headed down to the pier.

   Listening to the waves splashing against the pier brought her peace and calmness, and also a little bit of inspiration to finish the song she's been working on for a while.

   She strummed her guitar softly humming along with the chords whilst noting down the chords and notes in her songbook.

   "Tell me something boy."

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   A few hours later, Mackenzie still remained on the pier. Her guitar sat to the side whilst she stared out into the clear blue water, feeling the stillness of the world.

   That was until she heard distant music, vaguely hearing the song Pina Colada. Her guess was that this was the fathers and Johnathan returning from their trip to McIntyre Island, where they spread the coaches ashes.

   She spotted them making their way up the small bank. Eric had a KFC bucket on his head and was struggling to walk in a straight line, whilst the other fathers were walking and dancing slightly beside him. Johnathan was walking behind them, rolling his eyes seeming fed up with them.

   An old, red rusty car pulled into the carpark. A tall, beautiful blonde stepped out of the car, "piece of crap car!"