Zeal - M.G.C

four

It's date day.

It's Saturday, i haven't heard from Michael since we ended our nightly phone call at around 3. All I knew was he was coming into the shop at some point today and then taking me out.

I don't know where or when I asked him about it, but Michael, being Michael, he refused to tell me a word.

And God I fucking hated that, I'm a control freak and not knowing where someone is planning to take me was quite literally what I would describe as hell.

Was he one of those cute boys I read about who came up with elaborate plans of things to do or would he just take me out for food and call it a day, I have no clue.

"Elizbeth!" My mum called me snapping me out of my own head as I zoned back into reality.

"Huh? sorry" I stuttered turning other direction just to be faced with a frown, what was she mad at me about this time?

"Jesus Elizbeth you never listen when I speak!" she groaned at me but I just stood still on the same stool I always did, "Go in the back and clean please?" she huffed pointing at the back room of the small salon.

I nodded quickly running back not wanting to piss her off any more than I already did. once I reached the back I grabbed a broom and cleaned all the dirt on the tiled floor In the back, it consisted of dust and random pieces of packaging we would quickly open.

no one ever cleaned back here so it got fucking gross, they would focus on the front where all the dead hair would lie on the floor, and as important as that may be they would slowly neglect the back of the store.

as I swept I was looking at the salon and I was standing inside, the place I grew up most. it changed a ton over the years everything from rearranged furniture to a whole new floor and even tho it was basically unrecognizable to the naked eye, it had few qualities.

like on the left of the front door is a small dent my mother refused to let anyone cover, why? because when I was 10 I was fighting with my sister and threw her into the wall. it seems crazy and strange for my mother to keep such a strange landmark.

but Emerson was hurt at all, we laughed the second she picked herself up from the floor in fact.

But the reason my mother kept it was because it had memories, memories of her children having fun and bonding together.

I loved looking for a new random thing she would keep, I found something new once a month and it was a beautiful gesture in my opinion. me and my mum don't get along you don't need to be a rocket scientist to tell but I aspire to be her in a million different ways.

like her strange attachments to the most random fucking shit.

my phone pinged in my pocket as I felt the vibration on my ass causing me to pull it out and smile at the small scream in front of my eyes.

A Michael <3

what time do you get out?

Me

maybe 6?

A Michael <3

k

I'll come at around 4:30

;)

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4:36

I looked at the clock every fucking second I got my eyes traveling from the clock to the front door awaiting his arrival.