The Screw Unscrewed (COMING SOON)

ONE ☾MOTHER DEAREST

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evie
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"This is like, what, the third time you've made me watch this movie?" Clarie groaned, screaming into my pillow, I quickly hushed her, bringing my finger up to my lips. (Even if she couldn't see me).

"As in third time tonight!"

"This is my favourite part, here it comes!"

"Good lord." She cried, slouching back over until her head rested (was buried) into my white plush pillow.

Heath- or better known as 'Patrick Verona' slid down a pole effortlessly as he begun singing.

'You're just too good to be true,'

I squealed, reaching over for the large blue bowl full of popcorn aimlessly.

Once my hand had got in contact with the bowl I searched around for pieces of salty clouds.

Frowning, I peered down into the bowl only to be welcomed by a empty blue tinted see-through bowl.

"We ran out of popcorn the first time this movie ran." Clarie exasperated.

"Oh come on, you love this movie." I rolled my eyes playfully as she looked at me sternly.

"Loved. Eve. I loved this movie, not love."

I paused the movie as I had thought I had heard a mumble.

"Girls come down!" Dad called out from down stairs.

Clarie and I both stare at each other knowing something is wrong because this certainly wasn't a dinner call, it was only two O'Clock.

We hopped off my bed, more so unwilling as we slowly, quietly, walked down the flight of stairs to the kitchen (where my parents were found).

"God..." Clarie gushed, as she took a step back.

There was a plate full of macaroon's laid out on a tray on the kitchen bench.

This only could mean two things.

A - we were in deep, deep trouble. And they'd send me off to my room without dessert. It was their way of punishing me, some parents would ground their kids, make them sit in a corner- but not mine, this was their very effective way of doing so.

Or

B - something bad was about to be announced and they'd win me over by shoving some coloured sweets at me.

I wrapped my fingers around Clarie's wrist. Giving her a look that clearly said 'don't-you-dare-leave-me'.

She gulped, the lump in her throat clearly visible. As she moved onto her tippy-toes looking over my shoulder.

As she sent a more then put on smile at my parents sitting in the kitchen.

"They know. They know." She started panicking as I bit down on my lip.

"Just smile. And wave. Smile and wave." I joked, a large forced smile tugging back at my lips.

We walked into the kitchen, wide smiles, all pearly whites showing and a set of train tracks.

Arms linked I walked around to mum.

"Mother dearest." I spoke, planting a kiss on her cheek before doing the same to dad.