Hey kids, It's your author again. So, it took me like two weeks to write 600 words last time so I'm going to make up for that.... maybe. Okay-- I'll try. Shout out to salmonskinroll for being super sweet, ily babe.
Louise let her fingers slide across the tender black lace that swarmed over her favourite dress. She smiled and hoisted the bottom of the garment over head and let it slide over her body softly.
When Louise didn't feel the strength to continue, hadn't gotten enough sleep the night before, or simply felt sad she liked to dress nicely. If she looked good on the outside surely her mind would follow suit. Right?
Probably not today, though her efforts and trying to look forward to something, even if that be a boy she's seen twice.
Louise bounced her way to the bathroom, only to come face-to-face with a closed door.
She pounded on it with an open palm, and an angry voice as she cried, "Jackson! You have your OWN bathroom down stairs."
She heard rustling on the other side and the faucet come on before a response "Something stinks down there." Short and abrupt, just like most of her encounters with Jackson.
He was a senior this year, eighteen, without motivation or a single source of happiness that didn't come from the fridge.
Louise didn't let her pity for him stop her from making him conform when needed. If there was one person in this world she could relate to, it would be him. But Louise would never tell him that, even if he did give her the chance.
Jackson had been a recluse ever since Victoria.
Victoria.
Louise huffed a breath to try and push out that memory before pounding the door again, with more force this time.
The door swung open quickly, revealing Jackson in a puff of steam, only a towel wrapped loosely around his hips.
Disgusting.
Louise shook her head, feeling her soft locks bounce against her neck.
"What's a matter, Lou?" Jackson chortled, and ghosted his knuckles down her jawline.
"Where's Mom?" Louise retaliated, she took her defensive posture. Hands on her popped hip and one hand pointed at the opposing force, who in this case-- and most cases was Jackson.
"Come to think of it," Jackson lifted a hand and popped his jaw, "I haven't seen her in quite some time."
"Huh, me either. Neither have the police." Louise brushed past him forcefully, and slammed the bathroom door forcefully.
"The police?!" The bathroom door lurched open before Louise had time to lock it. "You know damn well not to bring the police into this house, Lou"
As if on queue there was a shrill ring flutter throughout the house.
"He's here." Louise growled with revenge. Jackson pretty much gave up on life since we had to move away from Victoria, and now Louise was the one paying for it. Louise would not let that piece of information go.
"You think he'll find your weed while he's here?" Louise turned her head over her shoulder to see the effect of her words on him.
"Damnit Louise, what do you think you're doing, who is that at the door, and where is mom?!" Jackson freckled face looked panicked at the sudden rambunctiousness of Louise. Jackson let his head droop and raked his nails through his still damp, ashen hair.
Louise realized how stressed he must feel and gave him a quick rundown of the past days' events before opening the door to reveal Ralph.
Too fast, too fast, this is probably too much for him. Well too bad, he's never around. This is what he deserves.
Ralph entered hesitantly, his eyes were fixed on Jackson, still only clad in a towel.
Ralph was scared of Jackson, Louise could see the fear flicker inside of his eyes the minute she opened the door.
Good. I can use this.
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Cool Kids Don't Dance
Novela JuvenilShe isn't text book. She isn't normal. She doesn't know how to love. There's something wrong. Deep inside there's a disorder. They didn't take heed. Now their families weep.
