Breaking Restrictions.

Plot 5: Everybody is a Conformist in Their Own Practice.

~Nathan~

Well, despite Moarte saying that she wanted to keep this relationship a secret, that didn't really end well with Lacy walking in on us, as we fell asleep together in the bed. "Oh my Lord! Sss-weeeeeetttt bay-be Jeee-suh-ssss! Already the action happens! Now be two dears and tell little miss Lacy how you two came along together?"

"Vodka." I answered with, and Moarte smirked.

"OHHH-wait till Clarisa hears this, ooh she'll be so heart broken! My poor baby Clarisa! Oh but what fun it shall be seeing you two as one! Oh! I bet people will be astonishingly shocked! What happened with y'all?!" Then, her eyes moved to the bottle of pills. She stared at it in horror, then grabbed it, and flushed the pills down the toilet.

"HEY! THOSE WERE EXPENSIVE!" Moarte hollered at her, but I grabbed her arm.

Lacy looked down in fear, "Those pills ruined my baby girl's life. Ruined her life! She came out deformed because of them! How could you be so disgraceful?! Have you no heart?! What about the baby?! It didn't kill her as Mother thought, it only ruined what should had been the most beautiful creature ever born! You should be ashamed!"

"What's so different about using a condom and taking pills?! Either way you avoid getting pregnant!" Moarte hollered back, and I hated that I sided with Lacy on this one. It wasn't the same? Using a condom, the guys never had a chance. Taking Plan B, that was like giving a starving man food but put rat poison in it. It wasn't the same.

"How could you be so devilish?" Lacy cried, and ran out of the room.  I almost followed her, but I felt Moarte grab my arm.

I looked at her with no words, but she answered my question, "I know." I know what exactly? That it in fact isn't the same thing? That Lacy was right, and it was wrong? Or that she knew I sided with Lacy? Maybe all of the above.

I simply remained quiet, and laid back down waiting for lunch to come. I even got up walking to my room and grabbed my book To Kill A Mockingbird, to read as time passed. I waited for Moarte to get up and do something, but she simply remained still. Thinking.

I wanted to ask about who, but I decided against it, and continued on reading about Scout, Dill, and Jem. Scout was intelligent, that's for sure. I wonder if she would of done well with herself in this time period.

Lunch rolled around, and I bought some chips with a chicken sandwich and a Gatorade, while Moarte only grabbed a V8 drink and a bag of Hot Cheetos. We sat down, and another gothic girl came.

"Hi, the name is Harmony." She said to me, with her hand out, but not to shake. It faced down for me to grab and kiss like in the old days, but I simply grabbed it with both hands, and smiled saying, "Good to meet cha."

Moarte nodded at Harmony saying, "This is Nate, he's hanging with me today." Her voice was that dark mysterious one again, and not the slightly high pitched on from before. Was it all an act?

"Oh. Okay then. I see you got V8 again, you enjoy the flavor or what?" Harmony asked desperate to make conversation.

"I taste nothing. This fills me up, so I drink it." Wow, way to be a Debby Downer. I wanted to tell her, but I kept my mouth shut still eating.

"So Harmony, your not like Moarte, you just like dressing like that or what?" I asked.

"Pretty much! My favorite color is black, so I'm under the category of goth."

"Oh yeah? Well I'm so goth that I shit bats so..." To which I couldn't stop laughing at that ridiculousness. It came from out of no where, and even Harmony started laughing. I could tell it made Moarte a little more comfortable that we laughed at her joke, because she opened up more. It wasn't that she was following the stereo type of every goth, it was that she was nervous and didn't know how to react.