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Vol 63: Humourless

Lacey had been sitting on the side of her bed, icing her foot elevated on a stack of pillows for the past couple of hours. She's starting not to feel her right foot at all. Is that normal? Skating takes costs, but that will never stop Lacey from being spontaneous; or stupid.

Slumped in now one of her favourite oversized tops; not just any old top, her boyfriend's band t, and grey sweat pants. Lacey stuffed the last of the pizza crust in her mouth right before her phone buzzed.

Leaning over with a groan to get to where her phone sat, on the other side of her bedside table, Lacey read the message from Mia with a chuckle.

Mia: Are you home? I need something asap I will be coming in five.

Lacey: the date went wrong?

Mia: the opposite

As Lacey chucked her phone off to the side, not needing to get up to unlock the front door as there was a spare key near the pot plant at the front of the house- Lacey resumed her music basting from her speaker.

And that's where she sat for a couple of minutes right after Calum had called her to make sure she was okay. All she could do was stare out the sun-sunken window and smile at herself as she wrapped the edge of the hem of the fabric of Calum's shirt. She thought about him, and how she finally had her boy; and how she got to see his face at night. Those brown honey eyes and those dimpled smiles. The way he wraps his toned arms around her waist and the way he softly sweeps the hair out of her face. The way he asks if everything is okay the moment something isn't. She'd never had that before. And she wanted it to last till the day she died.

"Where do you keep your razors?" Mia suddenly barged into the bedroom door, frantically running into Lacey's bathroom, opening and closing a few drawers and then coming back out with a flushed face.

"What?" Lacey laughed at the girl standing in front of her who once said she wouldn't be caught dead in a red dress yet here she is. Hair straightened, not the frizzy blue strands that Lacey was used to and perfectly painted eyeliner and red lips that almost made Mia unrecognisable. However her hair seemed to be a little all over the place, just like her style, and slight panting was to be seen- hair stuck to her lips.

It does make sense as she did come back from a date night with Matt. But they have been dating for a couple of weeks now, so Lacey had no idea why Mia would have a reason to be so flushed.

"Where's Matt,?" Lacey said as she wobbled on one leg, hopping to her drawers to find a razor.

Why does she even need a razor? What a random fucking question on a Friday night.

"He is getting something from the shops," Mia said lightly as she fixed her lipstick in Lacey's full-length mirror.

"And that was important enough to be included in your date night?" Lacey raised her eyebrows as she rummaged through the second draw- head ducked down- still no luck. "What are you even doing here?"

"I told you I need a razor."

"Yeah, why?"

"Because Matt left me in his room to go to the store and I don't have a razor and I ran all the way here."

"Why do you need a razor?" Lacey persistently asked, still not following as she grunted in frustration when she couldn't find what she was looking for.

"Because he is buying condoms!" Mia explained like it was the most obvious explanation in the world.

Lacey's hand stopped dead in the drawer and turned with wide eyes to her disgustingly impatient friend. Lacey's mouth dropped, radiating excitement.