Priscilla

S2 ⭒ Episode Three

"Honesty is hardly ever heard and mostly what I need from you..."
♪ Honesty • Billy Joel.

I THINK I HATE THOSE TIGHTS

Is this what it feels like to do the walk of shame?

Coming out from 'The Living Room' this morning, with my slightly sore inner thighs and my clothes from yesterday on, it sure does feel like it. Everyone's staring at me. And after the haunting mistake I made last night, this really is the worst time to be gaining attention.

I'm not sure why I even have it.

As I pass by Santana, Mars, and Kim in the sitting room, their eyes all track me silently. And when I reach Blue, Alanis and Daisy Mae in the kitchen, they look surprised by my arrival and stare strangely at each other.

"Morning everyone." I mumble, taking a seat at the bar.

Blue pushes around eggs in a pan but looks over his shoulder at me with bewilderment.

"What?"

"Darlin', are you mad at us?" Daisy Mae pushes a mug of coffee toward me and wearily approaches to touch my cheek, "Or are you sick? You feel a lil' warm. Alanis, doesn't she feel warm?"

I cock my head back in confusion, "I'm fine?—" I twitch when Alanis gets up to touch my face too, worriedly, "I'm not sick." I push both of their hands away, "Why would I be sick? And why would I be mad at you?"

"Well..." Daisy Mae frowns, "Lately you've been so distant, holed up in 'The Living Room.' And even before that, you weren't your usual self. Ever since the party things have changed a little and at first, I wasn't sure if I should say anything or rather I wasn't sure even how to, but now," She stresses, "Oh, Pearl, if we hurt your feelings or made you feel like you weren't fun, we're so sorry."

"Yeah," Blue takes that like an opportunity to hop on the apology train and he pushes a plate of pancakes and eggs toward me, "We shouldn't have made fun of your nasty f—your delicious food and your cool party. We love you. We just wanted a bit of change, we didn't realize how much it'd effect you."

"And the game?" Alanis speaks up, "That was so dumb. You're totally right, it's fun, but it's immature and we really only wanted you to play because we thought-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, huh?" I cut through their chatter, "I... don't understand. What makes you guys think there's something wrong with me? I'm doing fine."

Fine is a relative term, but I'm not depressed or on the verge of suicide or dying of the plague like they're making it seem I am.

I've been irritated and angry and annoyed because of Halen and distant to collect my thoughts sure, but it didn't have much to do with them. It had more to do with me.

"Pearl," Santana speaks up from the living room and he takes off his glasses and puts down his newspaper, "It's ten thirty in the morning. You've never slept in past eight-fifteen."