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"THEY APPROACH ONE ANOTHER, THEY DONT REALISE THE DANGER" - TALK TO STRANGERS (TV GIRL)
"So, who was that boy last night?" Iris's mum asked as she poured herself a hot cup of coffee, the black tar looking liquid creating a satisfying pouring sound into her floral mug. Iris stopped chewing on her french toast, her fork still lingering mid air as maple syrup dropped onto the plate. Her mother gave her a knowing look with her eyebrows raised as she sipped her coffee at an obnoxiously loud volume. "I wasn't born yesterday, Iris."
"He wasn't anyone" Iris shrugged before stuffing her face again with another piece of french toast. "Just some guy I met at-"
"At a party?" Her mother cut her off, walking over and sitting across from Iris at the table. "I was your age once my little flower, and I know how to lie and when i'm being lied to. I know you didn't go to your friends house last night. You wanna know how I knew?— for one, you suck at lying. Two, you don't have any fuckin' friends okay?"
"Oh my god thank you so much mumma, your my number one supporter." Iris told her sarcastically in a blank tone, making her mother laugh.
"Just being realistic honey." Her mother laughed as she picked up Iris's empty plate that was covered in sticky maple syrup and left over cinnamon dusting. She took them over to the sink and began to wash up as Iris sat behind her, running her hands through her hair. "You need to get out there baby" Her mother suggested as she turned to face her daughter, cleaning off the wet plate with a dry rag.
"I do mum, I do. You saw me with that boy right?" Iris told her, almost as if she were bragging. As if Dallas walking her home we're the biggest achievement, despite the fact that he was notorious for being just as dangerous and intimidating. "He walked me home, that should tell you something?" She said, almost in a questioning tone as if she didn't know whether or not such an action was either human decency or Dallas being a gentlemen. Her mother rolled her eyes at Iris's comment, telling her "He's a stranger! everyone knows not to talk to strangers!" before moving into her sunroom, immediately grabbing the first flowers that she sees and placing them on the wooden table in the centre of the room.
"He isn't a stranger mum! he's a friend!" She yelled back, accentuating the word friend due to her mothers comment from earlier.
Iris walked down to her room, shutting the door and flopping down onto her bed. Her body bounced on the mattress, her floral bedsheets practically enveloping her. She opened her book to the dog-eared page, skimming down the lines and finishing the page from where she left off.
—
Iris exhaled deeply as she threw her book to the end of her bed. She blew a stray piece of hair out of her eyes as she lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling in boredom. She hadn't heard anything throughout the house in hours, which was scary for her since her mother was usually as loud as an unfed cat. She always called her for something and asked her for favours, so the fact that she had heard nothing but pages turning made her feel on edge. She had checked the driveway a few times throughout the hours only to find her mothers car still there, so she definitely was not out.
