Maybe Its You. [ON HOLD]

Prologue: The one-fingered salute.

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Prologue: The one-fingered salute.

Having Marie as a roommate has its quirks: she lives with her best friend-slash-guardian who acts more of a teenager than she does and she gets to be away from her overbearing family. But not to worry,Pia's used to cleaning up after her messy friend,having awkward encounters with her half naked one night stands,and occasionally having to chase them away.

But what happens when Pia meets a man that doesn't happen to be one of Marie's?

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"You know what?"

"What?!" Pia couldn't help the anger seep through her words.

"YOU KNOW WHAT,PIA?!" As if repeating her words in a higher decibel would affect Pia in any way.

Pia challenged her by arching a brow.

The older woman slammed her hands on the counter and in the iciest tone she could convey, "If you don't like it here,you can leave too."

She winced slightly,but in the most nonchalant tone she could convey, Pia simply replied "fine."

Miranda Anderson's jaw went slack and the arms that steadied her on the counter became weak. Her conviction wavered as she could merely watch her only daughter storm upstairs to her room to cram as much of her stuff into a duffel bag.

Deja vu.

"Wh-what are you doing,Pia?" she muttered as she stood in the doorway.

Pia looked up from throwing her clothes into the yellow bag,"Packing,what does it look like,mother?" Miranda didn't miss the venom in Pia's response.

"Bu-but.."

"I thought you said if I didn't like it here,I could leave. You said if I want to keep being 'selfish' I could go live somewhere else. Well,you got your wish." She yanked the zipper closed and started to dump her toiletries into a backpack. Then found another bag to pack her school things and laptop.

Miranda bit her lip,she hated it when her words were used against her, "Don't do this Pia,you're overreacting."

She watched as Pia's back stiffened and she swiftly turned to glare at her mother,"I'M overreacting? I'M fucking overreacting?!" But Pia took a deep breath and continued packing. Pia ignored her mother as Miranda trudged into the kitchen to call Pia's father at work.

"Whatever."

Pia grabbed her phone and called the only person who could help out right now, "Hey,its me,I'm coming over.. Great,thanks. I'll explain everything when I get there. Yeah,yeah,I'll be there soon."

Hanging up and carrying her several bags,Pia rushed down the stairs only to be stopped by the presence of her mother wearing pursed lips,a furowed brow and arms crossed over her chest.

Pia could tell that her mother thought she was bluffing, 'you can think again,bitch.' She opened the door - it was quite difficult holding numerous heavy bags but nevertheless she did so with as much nonchalance as she could muster.

"If you walk out that door,Pia,you'll never be allowed back into this house." Pia could tell that her mother was convinced that she'd won whatever this was.

She turned to face her mother one last time, "Good. It was never a home to me anyway," Pia noticed her mother's eyebrow twitch slightly, "bye mother,here's to never seeing each other ever again."

Miranda's jaw dropped for a second time.

With a one-fingered salute, Pia said goodbye to the house she hated growing up in,to the parents who never acknowledged her right to be happy and to the suburbs that suffocated every fibre of her being.

Her only regret?

Not being able to see her mother's face as Pia slammed the door shut.

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Pia was sore: her back ached,her butt was numb and her legs felt like jelly. She drove until she reached the city. Coffee was her only friend for the many hours.

After stretching out her limbs and lugging her bags towards the door,she then went to abuse the buzzer and waited impatiently to be let in. The cold was nipping at the back of her neck but Pia sighed in relief as she was buzzed in and could faintly hear a familiar voice yelling from the intercom: "Use the stairs! Don't let that elevator fool you,lazy ass!" Pia rolled her eyes and prepared for the torture that was the stairs. Not that she was unfit or anything,but a long drive and carrying your entire life's belongings could definitely wear someone out.

The dark green door of apartment 4b burst open,revealing one of Pia's favourite people: Marie.

With her wild,frizzy blonde hair,her kind blue eyes and open arms - she welcomed Pia into her home. "Hey baby girl."

Pia's arms gratefully let go of her bags and allowed them to slump to the floor as she returned the warm embrace. The sound of them hitting the ground made things more real for Pia.

She was free.

She was home.

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