Name: Marlow Gillies
Age: 17
Parents: Elizabeth Gillies + UnknownAfter not seeing her daughter since she came home, Liz started to get a bit concerned. She headed upstairs and down the hall to Marlow's bedroom, to find the door closed which was very unusual. This only worried Liz more so she took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"Honey, what do you want for dinner?" Liz asked.
"Go away, Mom!" Marlow yelled frantically.
"Marlow, are you okay? Do you need anything?" Liz asked, leaning against the wall next to the door.
"Don't come in!" Marlow yelled and Liz could hear her crashing around in the bedroom.
"Okay, I won't. What are you doing though?" Liz couldn't help her curiosity.
"Uh, well, I'm fine!" Marlow rushed out her words.
"I'm glad you're fine but that wasn't the question." Liz told her.
"I'm just trying something." Marlow complained, waiting for her mom to go away like she had asked in the first place.
"I'm gonna leave you alone, alright. I'll be downstairs if you need me." Liz sensed that Marlow was clearly asking for privacy and she was interfering, so she headed back downstairs.
It was thirty minutes of looking through the kitchen and deciding what to have for dinner when Liz started to overthink what Marlow could be doing. She never locked herself away in her bedroom, unless she was having some sort of meltdown. Liz tried not to worry or panic, and she was just opening up Safari on her phone to ask Google for advice when she heard footsteps on the stairs.
"Okay, mom, something happened." Marlow pre-warned her mother before walking into the kitchen.
"I'm sure it's nothing we can't talk about together and- OH."
It was more of a gasp than anything, really. Liz covered her mouth with her hand, half in shock and half to make sure she didn't say anything stupid.
"I screwed it up so bad, mom." Marlow groaned, running her fingers through her hair that was chest length an hour ago, and was now ear length and scraggly.
"Umm, it's... new." Liz slowly moved her hand away from her mouth and rested it on her hip as she assessed the situation.
"Ugh, don't even sugarcoat it. I know it's bad." Marlow shook her head.
"Why didn't you ask me to take you for a hair cut?" Liz asked, talking very evenly and naturally to make sure Marlow didn't take any offence.
"I dunno." Marlow shrugged, looking down.
"Yes you do. You can tell me." Liz softened her tone, trying to get Marlow to open up a little.
"I wasn't sure if you would let me have short hair." Marlow murmured, still not looking her mother in the eyes.
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Liz Gillies Mom Imagines
FanfictionA series of random oneshots (mainly by requests) of Liz Gillies being a mom in certain situations.