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Honeycomb

"How was the party?".

I jump and look to the right where all lights are out and the voice is coming from.

"For fucks sake!" can this woman let me live. God. "There are some leftovers on the kitchen counter if you want some. Also, I bought whipped cream and pudding. I know your drunk cravings. I just stayed up to ensure you don't end up in the yard. My flowers are about to bloom so make sure to sleep somewhere else." she explains and waves while adding "Night, hun!".

Aww pudding. I'm about to cry. I rush over to the fridge and almost rip the handle of the door as I was about to slam that bitch open. How dare you try to hide my pudding from me...found ya. After gulping down 5 puddings I'm so stuffed that I barely make it to my bed and fall into a food and alcohol coma which continues until noon.

At this point, it's not even worth getting up anymore but my grandma thinks otherwise shouting for me from downstairs. I'm just glad that because they would need to climb up the ladder nobody dares to come up here and risk breaking their neck on the way which leaves me a little more freedom than other teenagers.

Yeah sure, on some rare occasions my mother does come up here for example if I barricade myself here but I can still lock the door, and other than that they choose not to. "Granny! I'll be down in 10!" I scream downstairs and hop out of bed inside the shower to get off that dripping musty stench of alcohol and sweat that still clenches onto me from the day before.

The foam runs down my face and my vision blurs and the scene from last night replays before me. Golden hair playing with the light and accentuated by the sparkle of the most innocent eyes I have ever seen. The insecurity and curiosity that I never expected from her overwhelms me again and again. No one in the world could tear themselves away from her. Her red cheeks caused by alcohol as well as her feelings in combination with her slight smile and the look she gave me under her eyelashes make me sigh as well as swallow water.

I've forgotten my surroundings so much that I'm now on the edge of the tub, clinging to it and starting to cough hysterically. Less water, more air in my lungs would be nice but it doesn't seem like that's the plan here. After multiple minutes of trying to get myself to breathe again and not swallowing even more water while doing that I finally can take breaths fully and get that foam out of my hair. I decide not to indulge in my daydreams for now as they seem to end in chaos.

I get myself dried as well as dressed in a long flowy slip dress with lots of accents of lace that normally would have been for a spicy night but since I don't have those the least I can do is style it to the extent that I can wear it out. Since the dress on its own is so overwhelmingly beautiful it doesn't need any extra layers and the heat doesn't allow it anyways. So I am really grateful that it has an open back and fits loosely so  I don't die from these temperatures.

Ready and good looking I run downstairs and almost run into my mother who jumps aside with a high-pitched squeak and throws her hands in the air. Not sure how that helps her but go gurl I guess. "Hun... don't, just don't.". I start laughing at her comment and how done she is with me giving her multiple heart attacks per day.

"Grandma was calling for me. Do you guys need something from me?" I ask while rubbing her shoulders and putting her to the side so I can walk into the kitchen. "Ah right... yeah we still need to do stuff around the house and maybe you could go and buy groceries and do some errands if you're not already booked up?" she asks while handing me a list of things that she needs me to get. Milk, tea, tuna, chicken breast, tortilla, rice, and brown sugar. "Sure. Can do." I tell her after glancing at the list again.

I get in my truck and get my ass to the nearest grocery store. The selection of products here is triple that of the tiny convenience store and yet entering the store gives me the same seedy vibes. The musty smell dripping from the walls and the floors that look like they haven't been mopped in over a year probably comes as a welcome gift in this area, considering the stores closer to the wealthy corner would certainly never look like this. That's the charm of this place. It makes sense though.