Frostbitten Snowdrops (WWBM)

December 13

Daisy's P.O.V.

"No, Jay, we can't go to the cinema tonight.", I hear Marcus and take my phone to check the time. 11 am.

I stretch and see Dorian asleep next to my head and I bury my face in his fur, petting him as he purrs. Last night, before I went to Marcus, I had taken two necklaces and some earrings that Amara got me for my birthday last year and sold it so I could have some money. Little did I know that I would give that money to that jackass who would have probably hurt Marcus if he hadn't been given the money No, I need to call Steven. I have helped him many times while we were children. He might be a successful lawyer now, but back then he didn't know how to write an essay. Who did write the essays for him? I did. I need money. And I won't be shy to ask for it. If we think it thoroughly, he owes me.

I get up and Jay hugs me.

"Good morning, Daisy!"

"Good morning, Jay!", I say and Marcus leans on the doorframe.

"I hope we didn't wake you up.", he says and I shake my head.

"It's alright. It was about time I woke up."

"Daisy, what will we do today?", Jay asks and Marcus scolds him.

"Jay, let her freshen up first. She just got up."

"Daisy, he doesn't let me sit on the counter.", Jay complains and I smile.

"Feel free to put him on the counter. I did so. It's not a big deal."

As I finish showering and brushing my teeth, a smell of coffee greets me and I smile to myself.

"I've made you a coffee.", Marcus says and I smile.

"Thank you so much."

I see he's quiet and somehow distant.

"Are you alright?", I ask him and he nods.

"I need to go to Darryl later, he called me."

"It's alright.", I assure him and Jay eats his cereals.

"Can he stay with you?"

"Jay? Of course. But, I guess that Darryl's at work now, innit?"

"Yeah, we'll meet around 4 o'clock."

"Since it's not raining, we can take Jay out. I mean, I saw a basketball ball in your flat and we took it. Being out will do him good."

"Can you play basketball?", he asks and I laugh.

"Well, I'm kind of way too short for it and truth be told, it takes me like 10 tries before I put the ball in the hoop.

But, it's fun. How about you?"

"I'm not bad. I used to play it with my friends when I was younger. I also played football, I was a striker."

"Since you have looked up to Liverpool players, I'm not sure about your striking skills."

"How old were you when Manchester United won the trophy for the last time? Were you like.. 10?", he asks, trying not to laugh and I make a serious face.

"No, I was 17.", I retort proudly and he laughs, clapping his hands on his knees.

"So, ten years of drought? Girl, oh my God."

"We'll bounce back.", I argue and I see tears in the corner of his eyes because he's laughing hard.

"Yeah, you bounced, but backwards. Don't remind me of the last night. You were swallowed."

I take a sip of water, trying to act hurt.

"I'm so sorry, Mancunian. Your time will come.", he says, smiling, before adding, "On 31st of February."