But I'm Alright Though

7. Aquariums

> Ugh I started this book because I wanted to set a goal for later but man am I into this version OMG someone help me I'm in the middle of writing four books rn
I'm so screwed :| <

"I'm not okay and it's not alright! Won't you drag the lake and bring me home again!" Louise sings using the makeup I use for covering up my tattoos for her bruises.

"I love that song," I say kicking my legs back and forth while waiting for her to finish.

"This is really good concealer," she tells me and I shrug.

"I stole it from my mom," I admit and she lets out a soft chuckle.

"Am I seriously meeting your parents today?" She asks as we walk back into my bedroom and I shrug.

"We could just ditch that and go to the aquarium," I suggest and her eyes light up.

"I have never been to an aquarium!" She exclaims jumping up and down, "can we go?!"

"Of course," I chuckle, "that's why I suggested it.

"Really?" She asks again and I smile at how hopeful she is.

"Well duh," I say and she brings me into a tight hug. "Oh."

"Mikey," she starts getting muffled by my chest. She looks up at me with these overly joyed eyes that make me melt, "you are amazing!"

"Thank you," I smile, "so are you. You're absolutely am--"

"Micha-! Oh."

Louise lets go of me like I'm a disease and we both turn to see my mother standing in my doorway looking angry as usual. She's probably thinking that I found a new girlfriend. Good.

"I'm going to the aquarium today," I tell her and she looks over at Louise.

"With her?" She asks and I nod. Mom bites her lip and points to Louise. "Come, dear."

"Um," she looks at me and I just shrug actually not knowing what to do. She steps forward to my mom nervously. "Hello."

"What's your name?" Mom questions.

"Louise," she answers. "I'm sorry if I wasn't invited, my parents are out of town for the night and I accidentally locked myself out. Mik- Michael was helping me out."

"That's fine," Mom's face softens and my eyes widen. "Lets get you something nice to wear instead of Michael's American Apparel underwear."

I blush. Of course my mom would say that. Louise gives me a quick look meaning "help" before my mom pulls her away. I might as well get changed.

I chuckle before walking to my dresser to get some clothes that I like that my mom can deal with. I find a band shirt and put that on before putting on a button up shirt so I can change when I get out of the driveway. I throw on some black skinny jeans and tuck my shirt in my pants like my parents taught me. I fall trying to put on socks but let's not talk about that.

"Michael! Come here, please!" Mom yells and I sigh standing up.

I find Mom across the hall in one of the guest rooms and by one of the guest rooms I mean one out of six. Why would we even need six guest rooms? Hospitals have less rooms! She looks at my outfit and gives me a small nod. I smile happy with my choice and lean against the door frame.

"Louise," she calls and the door to the bathroom opens.

My eyes widen as Louise walks out. She's dressed in this black dress that fits her body like it's another line of skin. Is she wearing heels? What did my mom do? This isn't Louise!