A Midsummer Night's Dream

8

DIANA

I rolled over in my bed and sighed. I was once again bored. This happened to me often nowadays, the uneasiness in the air when it feels like the whole world is silent. When you pay attention to boredom it gets unbearable.

I mumbled the lyrics to the David Bowie Young Americans album I was listening to, proud of all lyrics I had memorized by heart at this point.

I went over to the canvas Julia had brought in for me. I took off the plastic wrapping and analyzed it. The white surface was pretty perfect for acrylic paints. The canvas was almost as tall as me so it would require a lot of time, but it was fine since I had a lot of that to spare.

"Oh Diana!" I heard Lorraine say as she waltzed into my room.

"Hi Lorraine. Where have you been? I have barely seen you! Its either just at the dining table or sneaking out." I complained.

"Silly, I was with Marcel." Lorraine said as she put on Frank Sinatra's "Fly Me To The Moon" on my record player.

"Marcel huh? I'm guessing that's the name of your new lover boy?" I chuckled.

"He's so... dreamy and passionate. The way he even looks at me makes me flutter." Lorraine remarked as she stared out the window.

She's probably daydreaming of fucking him.

"Did you have sex yet?" I asked, nonchalantly.

"Diana! You don't ask questions like that!... but no, we have it all planned. We're taking it slow." Lorraine said, blushing.

"As if! I saw your tongues crawling down each other's throats just yesterday night." I said and rolled my eyes.

"That's none of your matter. I came here to tell you that you and I are going to Marcel's home for lunch. He wanted me to meet his parents." Lorraine stated.

"And why do you want me to come?"

"Do you have anything better to do?"

"I... fine I'll come." I gave in.

"Okay yay. We are leaving in an hour, please wear something colourful and nice." She said, eying my Black Playboy magazine oversized shirt that had a naked model on it and my black underwear.

I rolled my eyes and headed to the bathroom. I looked in the vanity mirror and sighed.
Maybe I should try to get ready for once.

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"Look at you wearing a brown dress and sandals! Who would have thought!" Lorraine laughed as we left the mansion.

"I'm gonna tell Auntie you took her car while she was gone." I said as we got in my aunt's car.

"I've taken it out like 5 times already! She doesn't care." Lorraine replied.

I rolled my eyes and put on my seat belt.

"Just don't crash the Mercedes Benz. The yellow paint is too nice for it to get ruined." I commented.

I turned on the radio and some French song came on but I didn't mind. It was pretty nice. I closed my eyes and relaxed.

After about 5 minutes of driving, Lorraine stopped outside a house.

We were at the front door before I realized exactly whose house we were at from the front door. It was the same front door that was held open for me when I was being chased by those marseille boys.
Fuck.

"Lorraine, no." I whispered grabbing her arm before she rang the doorbell.

"What do you mean?" Lorraine asked, confused at my sudden actions.