The Untitled Piper Watson Project

Try Hard

 Piper's POV~

It was now a few weeks after Mack told me about his past. And for some odd reason, I didn't really care about what he had done. I guess when you like someone enough, you just look past who they really are. Mack and I have been seeing each other a lot, and I begged Jen not to tell Mom and Dad about him yet. Considering how his story is a tale to tell, I don't think they'd be pleased to hear that I've been spending all time with a psychopath instead of mourning the death of my cousin. Speaking of, I totally ditched the funeral, which I did not hear the end of from my parents. Thankfully though, they didn't pry into my life as much as they usually do, so I guess they got the message to give me some space. However, Mack insisted that I not blow off my family to spend time with him, and no matter how they might react, he wants me to tell them about him.

It was just a normal day, and I was sitting on my computer, getting absolutely nothing done. I decided to call Mack and tell him what was on my mind. The phone rung for a few seconds before he answered. "Hello?" "Hey." "Hi, Pipes." he sounded happy to get a call from me, yet there was a strain in his voice. "Are you okay?" I asked worriedly. "You sound sick." "I'm not sick." He assured me. "Just...tired." "Oh," now I felt bad for bothering him. "I'll go then—-" "No, no." he said. "What's up?" I sighed. "I don't know what I'm supposed to write about, and Sam stuff, and my parents, and you, and you meeting my parents..." "What about it?" "It's all a bit...much." "Well," I heard him straighten up and speak clearer than before. "you don't have to tell your parents about me right away, of course. Whenever you want to. I feel the same, actually. I honestly don't know how my parents would react to me after all this saying I have a girlfriend." Girlfriend? He said girlfriend. "Girlfriend?" I echoed. "Girlfriend." he repeated. Yep, he definitely said girlfriend.

"And about this writer's block thing," Mack continued. "you're just trying too hard. Stuff like that is supposed to come easy, you know?" I sighed again. "I want to see you." He groaned. "I want to see you too, but I've got some things to do." "Things? What are you, the Queen of England?" "No, I'm not, Ace of Spades, but I need a job, remember?" I laughed. "'Ace of Spades'. I like that one." He laughed. "I do too. It reminds me of when we first met." Oh my god I can't even. I am unable to even, I have lost my ability to even. He's too cute! "Anyway," he continued. "I really need to go, but I'll text you later?" "Okay. Bye." I hung up and got up from my desk. I texted Jen: hey, can you come over? I'm lonely! xx. I got out my bag of Twizzlers and sat back down, thinking about what Mack said. He was right, I was trying too hard with this writing thing. I had to let an idea come to me, and I wasn't going to get any ideas when I was stressed out and my mind wasn't cleared out.

My phone buzzed and I saw that Jen texted back. Of course, babe! Be over in five xx. I smiled. At least now my sister will be coming over and I can have some company. But I couldn't help but wonder what Mack was doing that was so important.

Mack's POV~

"Mackenzie, what are you even saying right now?" Mom demanded. I folded my hands on the table impatiently. "I'm not going to repeat myself, Mother." I seethed. "You heard him, Daphne." Dad said. "He's dating that girl." Mom paced across the kitchen angrily. "I don't understand how you've been seeing her for three weeks and you didn't think to say anything to us until now." "I could have told you at any time." I retorted. "I just chose not to." Mom glared at me. "And you think this is okay?" I blinked. "Yes." Mom scoffed and looked expectantly at Dad. "Aren't you going to say something, Vince?" Dad looked at Mom and then looked at me. He patted me on the back before saying: "I'm happy if you're happy, Mack." "Thanks, Dad." "Unbelievable!" Mom yelled. "My son makes impulsive decisions and now I'm the bad guy!" "I deserve to have a life, Mom!" I cried. "Were you happier when I was locked up in a mental institution? Were you happier then? Were you?" Mom went pale and didn't respond.

"It's too soon." she whispered. "You know what happened last time." "Exactly." I said. "Last time. Things are different now. Piper knows about me and she trusts me. She has faith in me. Maybe you should have a little faith in your own son." Mom said nothing, and Dad stood up from his chair beside me. Mom cleared her throat. "Will we get to meet Piper?" She asked. I shrugged. "Eventually. She doesn't want to tell her parents yet with everything that's been going on, but I think once you meet her, you'll love her." Mom looked away and Dad smiled weakly. "I can't wait to meet her, son." he went upstairs and Mom followed suit, probably going to yell at Dad more. "We don't need him hurting someone else!" I heard Mom yell. "I'm not losing my son again!" "He's better now!" I heard Dad yell back. "You're worrying over nothing!" Ugh, why did I miss hanging out with Piper for this? I pulled out my phone and sent her a text: Just told my parents. It went...interesting :)  

All I wanted was for them to understand. I have never felt this way about anyone. Yeah, I almost got married to Amber but I didn't feel for her the way I feel for Piper. I've known Piper for not even a month and I was just about to confess my love to her. Except not really...I don't know, I just have no way to get anyone to comprehend how I feel. But then there's a small part of me that's afraid to be involved with her because of what happened with Amber. Sometimes I want to put that stuff behind me and move on, and sometimes I feel stuck in the past, and I need to prevent something like that from ever happening again. I know it would break Piper's heart, but I'm leaning towards option number two.