I'm Wide Awake

iCan't. 6

Back to Ida's POV

"Aw, can we keep her?" she grins at her own joke whilst staring at me, but Rae doesn't find it the least bit humorous and just narrows her eyes at her mother in loving nuisance.

"What is that supposed to mean?" her mom once again defies all laws of Rae, and waves her hands like she's swatting flies in dismissal,

"She never brings any friends; unless of course they bring themselves," her smile is a sympathetic one, Rae groans and takes a short walk around her mother's hospital bed.

"Those aren't friends," she mutters, "those are what the 21st Century would call, two-faced backstabbing, harridans."

My eyes pop slightly, along with both of my eyebrows (because I haven't successfully trained my face in having the ability to raise one eyebrow yet) to the mention of 'harridans' and Rae notices this and rolls her eyes with a quirky smirk.

"Mom doesn't like me saying 'bitch', she says it's informal, rude and just not the right way to describe people."

"Darling," she lets out a soft chuckle, my god it's like the heaven is singing, "It's not! I rather have you looking in thesauruses, looking up backups for this word than actually saying it."

"Only right people deserve to be described the right way, not munted and delusional shrews who think the world doesn't know of their inconspicuous ways," she gives me a short look and says, "shrews, another substitute." Rolling her eyes again she mutters something about being thirsty and a vending machine as she stalks out. Her mother meets my eyes again, her eyes shining with a foreign glee.

"Patricia Francesca Madden," she sticks her hand out, " also known as 'Mom' or 'Wifey' but you are more than welcome to join the club and call me 'Pat'." I completely ignore her hand and go for her shoulders attacking her in a hug, taking her by surprise as I whisper,

"A pleasure to meet you too," her smile is honestly so serene and tranquil to look at. She had smile lines down her cheekbones and wrinkles at the corners of her eyes when her whole face lit up. Her shining white teeth were not perfect, but realistic. She must've taken good care of her teeth.

Stepping back away, I stutter and run my hand through my hair nervously, " And oh, Ida. Ida Martinez."

"Ida, as in Idaline?" Pat asks. I nod and she smiles, nodding, "Idaline it is then," I lift up my head, and sharply shake my hands together, completely disagreeing with her.

"No, no, just Ida."

Her eyebrows scrunch together forming a small vertical line going down between eyes, "It's what your mother named you isn't it?" I silently nod.

Smiling she exclaims, "Plus, it's a gorgeous name. I can't help myself but call you Idaline. It's truly a pleasure to meet you, I always thought my daughter was going to be alone, until I saw you here with her today. Quiet a miracle really," she sighs with a shaky laugh, "Please take care of her?"

"Already am ma'am," she tilts her head in amusement, "I mean, er,...Pat." Apprehensively, she nods head, as Rae returns, and silently taking her previous spot next to her mom, obviously had missed her during the short time spam she had been away.

You're a mystery Raegan.

"Oh hey Rae Bae," my voice is filled with an over-joyful tone which came out from nowhere as I wave at her enthusiastically having missed her and the cold attitude that comes with.

"No. Don't call me that. Anything but that," she stares in horror two drinks in her hands and a few packets of cookie monsters in her pockets.

"Rae rae, it is then." I nod as if I had just settled life's biggest problem.