It Just Kind Of Happened

21: THEM WIGGLY BROWS

I decided that I hate and love college at the same time.... It's complicated and I feel like I should change my Facebook status.

I'm sorry for being away and even though I feel like I say that more than I should, it's true!

I love you all, so please comment/vote! Let me know what you think!

Love,

See you later, alienator. Xx

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SUMMER X MACKENZIE

It was an accident. That's the first thing you should know. The second thing was that Mackenzie was hungry and Summer happened to have food. That was how both of them ended up in a lingerie store; Summer with a hot black laced set of bra and panties, and Mackenzie with a hot dog and fries. It was a win-win situation, really.

It was past lunch time on a Saturday, which meant commotion on the 5th Avenue. Their way was blocked with tourists and no cab was available, therefore they decided to go to the closest place. Mackenzie's.

As her tense body walked with Summer through the streets, she remembered that memories of last night were still at the apartment. Henri being one of them. It shattered her, really—the disappointment in his face when he entered the apartment. It seemed like the crunched of his shoes on the glass were louder. His breathing was ragged and harsh, his eyes were frantically looking at the shattered apartment.

Then they zeroed on her. Two round brown orbs of pure kindness and disappointment. And for the first time, she felt ashamed of crying. Her tears were nothing at the moment because now Henri was crying. For her or because of her, she had no idea, but not one made the sinking feeling in her stomach go away.

He should be looking at her with adoration in his eyes like he did at the airport. He should be proud of her like she wanted him to be. But this—this horrid look and those careful steps in her direction shattered her more than the vases on the ground. He broke her. And now was his job to fix her.

Summer wasn't clueless. She realized something was off about Mackenzie the moment she saw the girl wandering in a book shop. Her gaze empty and her mind was full.

She approaches lightly, pretending to look at some art books in which she had no interest at all. Her touch was light, slowly touching Mac's shoulder. The scared look on the brave girl's face sank Summer's heart. A few sweet words and a hot dog later, they were walking to Mackenzie's apartment.

Truth was that the apartment was a mess. Everything was out of place and after Henri helped her out with the cuts on her hand, they sat on the sofa and just looked at the fire; the dancing flames calming them both. Until Henri lost it. It started with him shaking his head. Then it changed to heart-clenching sobs.

With a newfound courage, Mackenzie sat by his side and pulled him to rest his back on the sofa, making just enough room for her to sit on his lap. It wasn't provocative. There was no temptation. Only the admiration and a little bit of infatuation between them both. His arms were like two vines on her waist, and his tears resembled tidal waves on her neck. She felt heavy. She felt bad.

She had broken Henri, too. But now she was going to fix it.

He fell asleep on her neck. With a little bit of effort, she managed to change their position to an innocent snuggle on the couch. She couldn't have slept worse. It wasn't comfortable like she thought it would be. He was rigid and tense; not at all like in the airplane—when he was relaxed and soft.

Now Summer was about to walk in on Henri sleeping in her living room. In fact, she had just done so. Her mouth was agape and she was jumping on the spot, little screams coming out of her mouth. She looked like an ape, if Mackenzie would say so.

"Summer," Mac whispered harshly. "Stop screaming!"

"Oh, shut it you." She shouted as loud as she could. "He won't hear a thing."

"It's not a matter of him being deaf or not," irritation was clear on her face. Squinted eyes and harsh voice made Summer squeak. "It's a matter of respecting him like he respects us."

And something clicked in Summer. Something just went off straight to her brain and back to her heart and back to her brain again. This was it. This. Was. It! This is the answer and it has been right before her eyes for all this time.

"You're right," She said with a teary voice. You know, that voice that seemed to come out as if something was in your throat. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine." Mac sighed. Her eyes were closed and for the first time Summer could see how tired her friend was. She recognized that tiredness in herself. "Let's just let him sleep, he hasn't slept all night."

"And why is that?" the question was followed by wiggy ginger brows.

"Long story," Mackenzie answered; and suddenly there was that smirk on her face. "But nowhere as long as the one you are about to tell me."

"What?"

"Come on... cute guy? Lacy set?" Mac snickered, green eyes shining with malice. "Danny asked you out, didn't he?"

"Maybe..."

"Fuck that shit. You guys are totally banging tonight." Mac said laughing.

"Oh, like you wish you had done with Henri last night?" Summer reported.

Mackenzie's head whipped around so fast that she had no idea how it didn't stick like that. Summer was shocked herself; never had she talked like that to someone. It was good. It felt good.

"Oh my God," Mac whispered, chuckling.

That chuckle was something new. And soon it was a full blown laughing fit.

"You're right, though," Mac said whipping the laugh-tears out of her eyes.

"About what?" Summer asked getting up from the floor.

And then came the wiggly brows.