Magnolia (p.t.v)

Chapter 6.

"She's pretty cute when she sleeps," was the first thing I heard when I opened my eyes this Saturday morning. I squinted my eyes to that comment, and I sat up to see which punk said that. Mike stood, eyes bulged and pointed to Vic, snitching him out.

I turned to Vic, giving him a huge death stare. "I'm not cute."

Vic scoffed, "What, is it wrong to call you cute? Pipsqueak."

"I'm not cute!" I huffed, "Don't call me that!" I stood up, releasing my hair from the scrunchie, and shook it. I crossed my arms in front of Vic, sitting in the recliner. He stood up, towering over me. I sighed, looking up at him, squinting my eyes.

"Fear me! I am fucking evil! I'm the shadows of the night!" I yelled, banging my chest and all he did was chuckle. There was amusement in his voice. "Ooh, so scary, ah!"

I grumbled, tying my hair back up. "So boys, what's the plan for breakfast?" I asked, completely attempting to forget what just happened.

"We were planning on skateboarding to Dunkin Donuts for breakfast," Vic replied, sipping orange juice.

"Skateboarding?" I bit my lip, letting out an uneasy sigh. I couldn't skate for shit, no matter how much I try, I could not ride a skateboard.

"Oh right..." Mike laughed, "Maggie can't skate!"

"What?" Vic asked, quite amused. "You can't skate?" I sighed, shaking my head.

"But riding a skateboard is so easy!" He yelled, so shocked. I blinked perpetually, staring at him. "Wow, you're taking this hard," I remarked.

Vic pursed his lips. "Get changed, I'm gonna teach you how to ride a skateboard."

My eyes widened and Mike continued to chuckle, causing me to squint them.

"Oh Vic, oh Vic," Mike replied, gripping Vic's shoulder. "Mags, here is -"

I ran and stomped on Mike's foot, attempting to save myself from embarrassment. Mike scoffed, flicking me away. "That didn't hurt," He rested his shoulder on my head, "Maggie's afraid of skateboarding," He laughed.

         I could feel my cheeks burn, god. Okay, I was terrified of skateboarding. It was scary. Like, it was a fucking wooden board you're supposed to skate on. It's dangerous and I didn't to die from a skateboard. There were no handles and the only control was your feet, on a board that's supposed to magically travel and transport you from place to place.

No thank you, I'll stick to public transportation.

"I don't care, let's go." Vic replied, placing his empty glass on the table.

           "Um, I'll pass. I wasn't exactly planning on my death for today," I slowly backed up, and climbed the stairs. "I'm gonna go change... and I'm stealing another shirt, Mike." I ran to Mike's room, searching around. It was unusually clean, and by clean, I mean I could actually get around and actually find stuff. I spotted a basket in the corner - bingo. I pulled it towards me, finding feminine clothing. Either Mike was a late night drag queen or those are clothes from hundreds of girls he's hooked up with. The first prediction is actually pretty believable, I'd see Mike as a drag queen. Michelle. There were hardly any clothes towards my liking. I spotted a plaid shirt, that'll do. I tossed it over the black undershirt I wore, and walked to the bathroom. I nearly shrieked at my current appearance.

My hair looked like a hobo's armpit. I untied my hair, and tried my best to comb it out with my fingers.

Maybe Vivian had something around...