CARDIGAN, scott mccall

01

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘

A few weeks have passed since we moved in. Since then, we've bought new clothes and appliances for the house. Not forgetting Milo, we bought him new toys and a few scratching posts.

I woke up to my dad standing in my doorway with Milo spread out across his shoulders, I look over at my alarm I set up to read 8:35am. I stretch before throwing my blanket off of me.

"Good morning America." I yawn.

"Guess what today is Maggie?" My dad asks excitedly.

"Umm, Sunday?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Well, yeah. But it's also race day."

I smile widely, I can't believe I forgot. We love watching F1 races together, dad told me that mom brought him to one when they were teenagers.

"At what time?" I ask.

He tells me that it starts in a half hour, so I make my way to the bathroom and take a cold shower. Dad always told me all the benefits of cold showers, I hated it at first, but it's become a habit. Cold showers in the morning, hot ones at night.

I change into black leggings and a loose Ferrari t-shirt, that I'm pretty sure used to be my dad's when he was around my age.

I make my way upstairs after brushing my teeth and I feed Milo and get him fresh water.

I grab a glass of orange juice for me and my dad and plop down on the couch, having made it in perfect time to see the race start. I watch as Milo climbs up his cat tree and faces the tv. I swear that cat was watching along with us.

"I wish mom was here." I say so quietly that I'm not sure my dad heard me. I knew he did, once he placed his hand on my knee comfortingly, I looked up at him and smiled weakly.

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I frown as my dad frustratedly yells at the television. Red bull won yet again, they've been winning all year. We shut the tv off and sigh.

I tell my dad I wanted to head to the market to buy some painting materials. He said he'll have lunch ready for when I return.

I kiss my dads cheek as I head out the door, keys in hand. I back out of the driveway in my dads truck and make my way to the craft store, thankfully it's only a 10 minute drive. I however, don't miss the old blue jeep that comes speeding across the street.

I look at the car confused, "Someone's in a rush." I laugh as I turn up the radio, singing along to Gracie Abrams.

I pick up my necessities and arrive back home. I don't bother going inside as I set up the medium sized easel and canvas, putting the brushes and paint bottles in a wicker basket I found, setting it on the swing.

I walk in the door to the smell of grilled cheese, my favorite. I skip over to my dad and manage to wrap my arm around his shoulder, even though he's half a foot taller than me.

"Hey dad, have I ever told you that I love you." I say sweetly.

He chuckles as he puts the food on a plate for us both.

We eat in a comfortable silence, until he breaks it with the question I have been dreading.

"Are you excited to start school tomorrow?" He asks, raising his eyebrow.

I've completely pushed the thought of school to the back of my mind. I'm not as nervous as I was before, to be frank, I was excited.

"Actually, I am. Still a little worried but I think I'll be okay. I just hope I meet nice people."

"I'm sure you will honey." He smiles.

After we finish eating I take our plates and rinse them off, setting them in the dishwasher. Dad told me he had to go do some things for work, so I decided to put the stuff I got today to use.

Milo has always been an indoor/outdoor cat, I held the door open, offering for him to come out there with me. He didn't want to, he wouldn't even get off the top of the couch.

I shrugged it off, thinking maybe he was hesitant about a new area. I look at the sky as I see the same blue jeep drive by, I don't think anything of it.

I open up the basket and take out the colors and brushes I wanted to use, I went to pull out my phone for some inspiration until I realized I left it in the kitchen.

As soon as I opened the door, I was met with Milo waiting right in front of it. He walked past me and jumped onto the swing, laying on it. He wanted nothing to do with the outdoors just a second ago, weird cat.

I grab my phone and head back outside, sitting down on the ground in front of the canvas. I zone out and paint for what feels like minutes, only to find out it was 2 and a half hours. I look at what I painted and see someone standing in an alleyway, it looked more like some sort of beast.

It was kind of creepy, but I also thought it was cool. It made sense since when I was younger, I had an interest in Greek Mythology, and mythical beings like fairies, giants, vampires, and things like that. I've still never painted anything besides animals and nature. I didn't think much of it, I was proud of my work and snapped a picture of it, posting it on my Instagram story.

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Another hour passes by before my dad arrives back home. It just got dark, so I assumed it was around 8pm. He walks in and looks exhausted; he kisses my head and says goodnight. Leaving me to wonder what he did all day, I was confused, but used to it. I knew us spending so much time together wouldn't last, I just hoped we could do it a little bit longer. But he's already back on his busy schedule.

I spend some time upstairs with Milo, watching The Walking Dead before I decide to head to bed. I do have school tomorrow, I keep forgetting.

I plug my phone in and set it on my new end table before letting sleep takeover as I try to remember to wake up early enough. Seeing as I didn't set an alarm, they never wake me up anyways.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

omg i apologize, this chapter was even worse and shorter than the last. i just wanted to add a filler before we get into the show.
happy reading. ❤️