I Hope It Rains Marshmallows ❤

Chapter Eighteen - Anywhere but here

~Alyssa~

When my mum found out I was going to the Valentine’s Dance with Cole, she totally freaked out. Like literally.

“Darling! Wake up! Now! This instant!” My mum ordered, slapping my two cheeks until they were red. “I will not stand a lazy worm in MY house!”

“Grr give me five more minutes, plea-a-a-a-se.” I groaned. “Why not go slap Cole; he’s sleeping like a pig!” I pointed out of the window sleepily, where Cole was half-on the bed, half-off.

“Out of the bed, now!” My mum lashed out, using my pillows to attack me now.

“I’m up, I’m up!” I sat up straight, raising my hands up in the air to show that I had surrendered. My mum has always won pillow fights; she’s infamous for her terribly awesome strength. One more pillow aimed at my head and I’ll be lying in the hospital like a vegetable.

I rubbed my bleary eyes, scratching off those crispy crust bits at the side of my eyes. Mr. Sandman had definitely put an awful lot of sand into my eyes before I fell asleep. One closer look and I saw my mum all dressed up in her torn jeans and extremely short polo tee. Yep, sometimes I feel I dress more like a mum than her. Obviously she thinks that dressing up like this is “funky” and “chic”, and she can blend in with the “hipsters” more like this. Dream on, mum.

“What time is it? Four in the morning?” I squinted my eyes, focusing on my alarm clock, but all I could see were blurred out red circles.

“It’s nine, hon, and the mall’s gonna open in exactly an hour! We’ve got shopping to do!” My mum exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with excitement. Wait, did she just call me “hon”? That’s just…weird.

The next thing I knew, I was stripped out of my clothes and forced into the shower room. The water came pouring down and the moment the first drop hit my body, my eyes shot open and I shrieked. “HOT! Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!” I jumped about in the shower room, trying my best to avoid the scorching water that was like…99 degrees? The whole room was clouded with steam and it was misty and uncomfortably warm in there.

After I managed to adapt to the water, I came out, wet and pruned. Yuck, my fingers were all wrinkly and they looked like they belonged to a fifty year old. I wrapped myself up in my towel and skillfully drained the water out of my hair. I pulled on some Hollister jeans and a cute faded Mickey Mouse shirt I got from Disneyland Tokyo last year. Who doesn’t like Mickey?

I heard a honk from the car, and I knew it was my mum who was chasing me to come down quickly. I put on my spectacles and finally, everything was clear and I saw that it was already nine fifty. Omg, I took that long to bathe?

I zoomed down the steps and hopped in the passenger seat, and before I could even strap on my seatbelt, my mum was already speeding across the street.

“Mom! Slow down!” I cried out, holding onto the handle, wait, more like holding onto my life. My mum was a feisty person like this, always partying and speeding, and somehow she always managed to go scot-free without any speeding tickets. I sometimes wonder how I was even genetically related to her. I was the total opposite of her. I definitely wasn’t an outdoor person, I’d rather coop at home than to travel the world, taking care of those…beasts.

In like…five minutes, my mum had already swung the car into the parking lot, which was so obviously empty. Who in the right state of mind would go shopping in the freaking morning?

My mum pushed me out of the car and then looped her arm with mine as she walked with a spring in her step into the mall. It was one of those rare mother-daughter bonding moments, and I really treasured them.