Maeve's one fleeting high

3. Lemon's unnecessarily large house pt.1

After spending a couple of hours at the mall, we're back in Lemon's car. As we were heading to the parking lot, Lemon was telling us she needed to go home because she hasn't been there for a while. She's been staying at our place for the past few days and reckoned it'd be appropriate to visit her parents, show her face. 

She wasn't ready to stop hanging out with us though. That's why Blake and I proposed to have dinner at her place.

Lemon is driving while Blake's in the front seat, taking care of the music. While they were talking about artists and concerts they went to, I had my eyes glued on the passing people in the backseat. 

The mall was pretty crowded today, which frankly wore me out a bit. I prefer having fewer people around me when I go shopping. But that's not up for me to decide of course. And I'm sure I'm not the only one with this preference.

We had a lovely time together though. Blake was right when she told me she and Lemon were already well acquainted prior to today. They have a lot in common too, which had led to many conversations. I often times remained passive during them. I preferred listening. I don't think I could've added anything of importance anyway. 

My thoughts were more centered around the stupid clothes we were continually surrounded with. I actually had a hard time picking out stuff that I like as opposed to my expectation. I'd anticipated a joyful and active shopping spree in which my friends cheerfully push pieces into my arms that I immediately fall in love with. 

That's when I started to realize I don't actually know what I like, nor what my style is. A pair of pants with a cozy hoodie have been my go to outfit for so long now. It doesn't require much effort and above all, makes me feel comfortable. Once the girls sensed my growing disappointment and gloom, they came up with the idea to sort out what I like first by looking at magazines and doing internet quizzes. The next shopping day will be more successful. 

I happily accepted their proposal. Not only because it appealed to me, but also because I refused to continue shopping. They weren't keen on the idea either so that's when we decided to leave the mall.

The gracious voice of Adele enters our ears and within a second we're all singing to Oh my God. While my voice couldn't be worse than anyone else's, which is why I stopped singing after ten seconds, Lemon's voice was heaven. Blake's voice wasn't bad, but she decided to listen along with me. After the song was finished, Lemon received a round of applause at which Lemon gloated.

''I'm really glad you guys are coming over,'' Lemon spoke up after a brief period of silence. ''Maeve, are you 100% sure you don't have an urge to be alone right now? That's totally normal, I'd get it.''

She'd asked me this question before we got in the car. She assumed I'd prefer being alone after spending a whole day together. It's a considering and understandable question.

'Stop asking me this stupid question' is what I answer though. It's okay. She's used to my sarcasm. Hence the silence I'm receiving.

''I suppose I can bless you two a little bit more with my presence,'' I go on as I lean forward and stiffly pet their heads with just my fingers. ''I love doing charity work.''

After they expressed me their gratitude (read: disdain), we finally arrived at her house. It took us about ten minutes to reach the end of their driveway. That was a bit of an exaggeration, but it's still a pretty long road.

''Here we are,'' Lemon announces. Even though Lemon had already taken off her seatbelt and was about to exit the car, Blake and I remained frozen on our butts. Lemon was the rich kind of rich. 

Their mansion was extraordinarily humongous. It was faced with white bricks and all the windows were adorned with beautiful, elegant black frames. Just from looking at the outside I would guess there are about ten bedrooms.