Old Friends Silver - Mad Maggie x fem!reader

8

Maggie woke me up at the crack of dawn the next day. She stood over my sleeping body for a few minutes before she placed a hand on my shoulder and began to relentlessly shake me. This meant I woke up with my heart pounding and my mind seething.

When I asked her what was so important, she just replied "Shooting." As she took a bite of the protein bar she had in her hands. I watched as a few oaty crumbs dropped to the floor and I groaned, turning over so she couldn't see my face. "C'mon. You have until I finish my brecky to get up." She continued to stand over me, chewing obnoxiously loud.

"You are so annoying." I mumbled as I threw off the covers. "Move, I don't wear pants when I sleep." I informed her, she laughed to herself before she walked out of her bedroom. I squinted my eyes at her as she left before standing up and throwing a pair of shorts on.

Walter wasn't even awake yet which I found weird, when I asked Maggie about it, she just shrugged. She didn't seem like a morning person. Deep bags sat under her eyes, and she was sluggish, taking forever to eat her fucking nut bar. She just sat on the couch; a white blanket sat on her lap while she sipped something out of a mug. From the smell, I guessed it was coffee.

I quickly got dressed, throwing on a tank top and jeans, not really caring about what I looked like. I threw my hair up, ignoring all the bumps. I stared at myself in the mirror for a few minutes, I tutted at the acne that was forming on my jaw. "You have to be kidding me." I mumbled as I crouched down. I opened the cupboard up and looked for any kind of cream that would get rid of this.

"The fuck are you doing?" Maggie asked. I jolted backwards and fell on the floor, hitting my back against the bathtub. She laughed at me, throwing her head back.

"Shut up." I said as I stood up, patting my ass to make sure I didn't fall onto the bathmat.

"What are you doing mate?" She asked, a large grin spread across her face. She must've finished her breakfast.

"I'm looking for... like... face wash." She laughed again.

"You think we bother with face wash? Have you seen us?"

"You have like a million other things." I defensively said.

"Let me see." She said, taking a step forward and grabbed my jaw. I protested and tried to wiggle out, but she just turned my head from side to side. "Eh, it's not the worst."

"Oh, wow, yeah. Because that does wonders for my self-esteem." I said, glancing back into the mirror, "Its stress Maggie." I paused for a second, "Its either that or its those bedsheets."

"Don't diss the bedsheets!" She insisted. I went to retaliate but I heard banging on the wall.

"ITS 7AM!" Walter shouted from his bedroom, "GIVE IT A FUCKING REST." Maggie smiled and looked down at the bathroom floor.

"C'mon." She said, reaching over and grabbing my forearm.

"Where are we going?" I asked as she led me through the apartment.

"Shooting."

"But... where?"

"It's a surprise." She dragged me into the elevator and refused to answer any of my questions, she just laughed at my frustration. She led me into the first floor of the apartments, but we didn't go out the front door. Maggie pulled a key out of her pocket and unlocked a door on the other wall. She pulled me through it, and I saw a parking garage.

"Huh. You drive?" I asked her, she shrugged. "Maggie, you drive, right? Like you have a license."

"Ehhhh." She waved her hand and we walked through the garage until we reached a corner. My jaw dropped when I saw it. A black motorbike chained up to a pole. "You don't need a license for this." She said, patting the leather seat.