𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦
Maria Randle was a month away from turning eighteen when it all happened. The moment changed her entire life and she always wondered...
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v. always pushing you away from me but you come back with gravity
MARIA WAS DOING FINE. AVERAGE. Her final year at school was going well, she had been on some dates with cute guys but nothing overly exciting had happened.
Since her mother's illness got worse, she had been picking up more shifts at the grocery store and that's where she bumped into the eldest Curtis doing his weekly shop.
"Hi Darry," She said as she put in the sums of all of his supplies.
He smiled at the sight of her. His heart skipped a beat; he always picked her line just to talk to her for a little bit longer.
"Hi Maria, how have you been?" He asked, pulling the coupons out of his bag, a little bit ashamed at it all.
"I've been good," she shrugged, not knowing what else to say, "Ma is doing better,"
"Yeah, Steve mentioned," he replied.
She hummed in response, watching as his face contored intone one of pain as he moved his back slightly, "How's work? Not been hurting you too much?"
He laughed, rubbing a hand over his back as he felt the tense knots in it get slightly worse at the laughter.
"Roofing sucks," he shrugged, there was not much else to say about it, "Soda has been picking up more hours at the gas station,"
The mention of Soda made her smile. They were still best friends even if they didn't see each other as often because of their clashing schedules.
"I still don't think Steve and Soda should've dropped out of school," he said.
"Exactly," she said a little bit too loudly, "Ma doesn't care. She thinks he can't can't anything wrong,"
He smiled at her. They had gone through so much together with the gang that it was a bond none of them could break. Even if they didn't see one another often, they'd always have something to talk about.
"How many jobs are you working now?" He asked, leaning against the counter as she finished scanning his food.
"Too many," she joked, packing his bags as she talked to him, "Here, the cinema on a Saturday and at Bucks on some nights when they don't have a bartender,"
"Bucks?" His eyes went wide, "A pretty girl like you shouldn't work in a slum like that,"
Her cheeks warmed up at the words. She didn't enjoy working there but she had to do whag she had to do.
"You said it," Maria nodded her head, "It pays for ma's medical bills,"
She gave him a sad smile. Her mum was going to die sooner or later because of her lung illness. The constant bouts of illness were going to catch up to her one day.
