Undying Love(Restarting)

Flabby ding dong

Four years later...

Kylies Pov

Trying as fast i can i put on the new converses that my mother had kindly bought and quickly rush downstairs before she gets really impatient and drags me by my hair all the way to the restaurant. and let me tell you i don't want that to happen, Again.

Yes it happened once already and to say it was the most tortue i'd ever endured would win the understatement of the year.

Taking my time down the last two steps I smile at my mom who's arms are across her chest, and her right feet tapping the floor impatiently. She looks up and glares.

"It's been what, centuries and you only decide to come now? Don't you feel a little bit of sympathy for you're poor old mother that is constantly always having to wait for hours, Only for you to come down these stairs and get you're little arse out the door and into my car."

Rolling my eyes, I smile at my cute mother that thinks she's incredibly funny.
Yawning I mutter out, "You done yet?"

Shaking her head she announces loud and clear, "Actually no. Absolutely no I ain't done. What complete crucial shit did i commit to deserve this? I constantly have to re-aply my beautiful make-up onto my beautiful face always waiting for years for my dearest daughter to come troddling down those tiny steps so we could go get some lunch and talk, but nada.

She didn't even realise that she said 'shit' in front of me as she is so engrossed in lecturing me. Shaking my head I wait for her to finish.

"My dearest daughter loves to take her precious time to get her already beautiful self ready. and you especially know that waiting makes me sweaty, which results in my make-up being destroyed.

Yawn.

"Then the year you decide to come down i be looking like a clown," clutching onto my shoulders she pretends to cry hysterically and i tap her head over and over,

"There, there" sniffling she lifts up her head and looks directly into my eye without a single trace of a tear present, "I just I-I can't take it any more," Laughing i push her away and tap her on the head, "You done yet marjé?"

"Yeah, I love doing that. It never gets old," branding a huge smile we walk together with linked arms to the restaurant.

Also did i quite mention that our daughter and mother relationship is quite an odd kind?

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Moaning from the absolute heaven that is this chocolate fondant I hum in agreement to whatever bullshit my mother is constantly yapping about. "So yeah, Michelle and Tom are divorcing. Can you believe that?"

Placing a hand over my heart for affect I gasp at loud, "Oh my gosh.
No, no way. Awe no, poor souls." Shaking my head I dig into the cake and mumble out mouth full "Such a shame, Tom was cute." I say mouth full pointing my spoon at her.

"Ew his what, Like fifty?" Mom inquires with her nose screwed up. Giving Mum a stern look I narrow my eyes and smile, "Mum, but you're like fifty."

She gasps and places a hand over her chest to imply that she's hurt. "How dare you misses, for you're information im only in my late thirty's." Ignoring to whatever she has to say I beam at her chocolate fondant that she has yet to touch.

Well if she isn't going to take the honours of devouring the chocolate heaven, then I'd gladly do it for her.

well secretly of course. or as I had thought.

"Mum not going to lie, you're face is starting to get a lot of wrinkles nowadays. And you know what this means, don't you?" Her eyes widen a fraction as i lean in closer and whisper for effect, "You're ageing!" She gasps loud and clear indicating the shock that she's feeling as she quickly grabs a mirror from her bag and checks herself.