🖤⚡️They Met In A Record Shop⚡️🖤

Chapter 16: In Which Allison Gets Ready To Leave

(Allison's Perspective)

It was Saturday, and I was going to see Marigold today.
Because of Marigold, I felt motivated enough to get out of bed without procrastinating, and I immediately went to my closet to pick out something to wear.
I ended up choosing black tights to wear underneath a black skirt with white pinstripes.
With that I wore a black t-shirt with the cover of the Doolittle album by the Pixies. Even though it was still cold outside and maybe cold in Marigold's house, I had my leather jacket and I'd be fine if I needed to wear it.
I looked in the mirror and pondered what to do with my hair before messing it up a little bit and deciding that was good enough.
Then I went over to the spot on my desk where I keep all the jewelry I wear on a daily basis, and I put on the neck choker and all the necklaces.
Then I put on my bracelets, and decided not to put on my gloves and rings until after I eat breakfast and brush my teeth.
Then I looked at my desk, and saw the drawing I had made for Andy that I forgot to give him yesterday.
I took it and left my room.
I went down the stairs and I went to the stairs that lead up to the attic.
I knocked on the door.
"Andy? Are you awake yet?" I asked.
I heard faint music coming from the room. He had a record player, just like me. We borrow each other's albums sometimes. The tune sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite make out what it was yet.
Andy answered the door, already dressed.
He smiled at me before ruffling my hair.
"Good morning, sis." he said as he messed up my hair.
I hit his hands away, not hitting him too hard but hard enough to get the point across.
"Stop that, you asshole." I said in a calm tone and not a harsh one, so he'd know I wasn't serious.
He smiled with satisfaction, knowing he had accomplished his mission of annoying the Hell out of me.
He noticed the drawing in my hand.
"What's that?" he asked curiously.
I held it up.
"I made it for you." I told him, gesturing for him to take it, which he did.
He took the drawing into both hands and began to examine it.
"Wow, Ally, this is really cool!" he said. He calls me Ally sometimes.
I smiled.
"Thanks." I said, feeling validated.
"Of course." he replied.
He went into his room and placed the drawing on his desk.
"I'll hang it up later." he muttered, mostly to himself as a reminder but also for me to hear.
"I'm ready to go when it's time." I told him.
"Yeah, I know you are, but we have about an hour." He replied with laughter.
"I don't know what to doooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" I whined.
Andy rolled his eyes playfully.
"Everyone else is asleep for once. Maybe we can finally choose what to watch on TV." Andy suggested.
I gasped happily and immediately turned and began running down the stairs and to the living room.
Andy followed.
"Woah, slow down!" he laughed.
"No way!" I replied jokingly, laughing back.
I went to the back of the couch and jumped over the back, landing on the cushions.
I grabbed the TV remote off of the coffee table and turned it on.
Andy walked over and sat beside me.
"Okay, what're we watching?" he asked.
I froze, thinking.
"I... don't know..." I reluctantly admitted.
Andy took the remote from my hand and opened Netflix.
He went onto his account and began scrolling through.
Eventually, we found a good show to watch, and we were only able to make it through one episode before it was just about time to go.
And so I went upstairs and grabbed my purse, then put my Doc Martens on and returned back downstairs.
By the time I had reached the last step, Andy was opening the front door.
I followed him outside to Dad's car.
"Dad's gonna be pissed." I warned Andy.
"If he wakes up." Andy replied to get his point across.
Dad stays in his and Mom's room all day on his phone and computer, unless he has to go to work.
I don't like being in the car with Dad because he texts while he drives. If anything, Andy should just keep Dad's car for good. He deserves it more. He never makes me feel unsafe when he drives.
We got into the car and Andy began trying to connect his phone to the speakers.
"Hey, you said I get to choose the music." I protested.
Andy put his phone away.
"Fair enough." Andy sighed, slightly annoyed at himself for making that promise.
I smiled evilly, connecting my phone to the speaker and playing the Pixies the entire drive.