Big Mistake

Sailing Pride: Part Two

"Open honesty is a policy, but if you don't read the rules properly you will then suffer vast consequences. And you don't want that to happen when you're dealing with a crazy person." -Yamesia

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Paris danced in the passenger seat to her new favorite song, Jimmy Choo by Fetty Wap.  Her and Malcolm had just come from an advanced game of indoor tennis, and she couldn't be any happier than the nice, cool day itself.

Winter weather was approaching as so was Thanksgiving, and this is the second year straight she would be attending Malcolm's parents house for dinner instead of her family's.  Although her favorite aunt, Piera, was coming for a visit, she couldn't and wouldn't be able to sit down at her parent's dining table and pretend to be happy when she's not.

Turning the radio up as the song Down In The DM played along, her and Malcolm bobbed their heads up and down as the beat blasted through the car speakers and the smell of spicy Chinese rice lingered in the atmosphere of the car.

Paris's phone vibrated in her lap and she looked down at the screen to see her aunt's name flashing across it.

Turning down the volume, she pressed the phone to her and began to speak.

"Hey auntie." She cooed cheerfully.

"Well, hello there my wonderful niece. How is everything?" Her aunt, Piera, asked.

"Everything's fine and peachy. Just ready for some good ole' thanksgiving dinner. I know you makin' wild rice casserole and koolaid pie." Paris chimed happily, her stomaching growling from excitement.

Malcolm shook his head and chuckled at his girlfriend.  Although she was small in size, the way she ate did not show it.  Paris wasn't an addict to food, but she only loves it because it gives her the gas to go on.

"Of course baby. How is Malcolm? Tell that boy he hasn't texted me in a while, I've been worried you may have done something to him again." Her aunt said in amusement, chucking.

Paris chuckled at her aunt's words, shaking her head. "Auntie P, I already told you I would never do anything like that again to Malcolm unless he deserves it like the last time." 

As they stopped at a red light, Malcolm's eyebrow rose high in the air as he looked over at Paris.

Paris looked at Malcolm and laughed at the intense look he was giving her.

"I think he wanna talk to you, hold on." Paris said, passing her phone to Malcolm.

Malcolm shook his head, plugging his earphones into his ear to talk to Piera.  The light turned green and Malcolm drove off from the light.

"Hello aunt P... I'm fine, how 'bout you?... Uh huh, yeah. See, doctors say that he'll come out of it soon, but we're heading back to the hospital right now to see any progress."

As Malcolm and Paris's aunt continued their conversation, Paris stared out of the window at the passing cars, buildings, and other landscape.

Things seem to be getting back to what they were at first, but only better.  And she couldn't wait for things to be normal once again.