I woke up with the sun glaring at me. I get up and go downstairs because I'm hungry. I see Lance already there with a bowl of cereal. I'm surprised he hasn't scolded me for smoking. he's always going on about health and wellbeing and shit. he looked at me and smiled. I smiled a little back. I got a muesli bar and some yoghurt and went back upstairs. I put on some music and sit on my bed, listening to the lyrics of the song.
"Maggie!" Martha yelled from downstairs.
what now? "yeah?" I yelled back.
"come down! you have a visitor." my mind flashes back to last night when I met tate. his beautiful face was pictured in my mind. how could this filthy world ever be relentlessly agonisingly painful to a pretty person like that? "maggie!"
I got up and patted my hair down. I checked real quick in the mirror and I didn't look that trashy. I wiped the dribble off with the back of my hand and bounced down the stairs. in the kitchen sat Michael. I felt a pang of disappointment but I shrugged it off.
"hey." he smiled at me.
"hi." I smiled back.
"you two go upstairs or something I going to clean." Martha said.
"let's go then." I said to him, leading his upstairs. "so, what made you come over here?"
"I dunno. I was bored. and also my mother, she wanted me to make a friend I guess."
"do you go to the school here?" I asked. I was not looking forward to going to school. to be honest, I'd probably end up wagging anyway.
"yeah. it's shit though. are you going to go there?" his voice lifted a bit. that's sweet. he must not have many friends so he wants me to go.
"I think so. what's there to expect?" by now, we had made it to my room and I plopped onto my bed.
"bitches and arseholes basically. I haven't got any friends there." he sat next to me, peering around my room, intrigued.
"why not?"
"dunno." he shrugged. and then he looked at me with a small hint of a smile. "you ask too many questions."
"how else do I find out about things?" I spoke back.
his eyes shined with an emotion I couldn't decipher. his eyes were almost exactly like tate's. but his were full of liveliness. "you know what they say, curiosity killed the cat."
"that's a stupid saying." I shot back, getting up to turn on some music on low volume.
tate's pov
my fists clenched as I watched them smile and talk to each other. he doesn't deserve her. no one deserves her. this world doesn't deserve her. she had beautiful ivory black hair that framed her face and tumbled just past her shoulder. small freckles were scattered across her nose and cheek like little stars across a night sky. she was her own universe. her small round face lit up with laughter at something the prick said. her eyes crinkled at the corners and her full pink lips was pulled into a smile that graced her features. but her eyes. her eyes were the most magical, the most captivating. they were a vivid blue, once they looked at you, you couldn't look away. they brought you in and made you wonder about her. she had imperfections, but that made her seem more perfect to me. she was slender with a few curves. she didn't need the certain standard body type to look beautiful. I admired her. wondered how she'd live on this world that didn't deserve her.
I had almost forgotten about Violet, but I want to forget about Violet. Violets face haunted me forever on end. Maggie was amazing. and so was violet. but what's done is done and I'm done chasing after violet, begging her and sobbing to her for hours to let me come back.
I gritted my teeth as Michael touched maggie's thigh. I was quickly becoming fond of maggie and it was bad.
back to maggies pov
i had spent the whole day with Michael and he's not a bad bloke. I'm glad to have made a friend already. I wave him out the door and then grab some dinner that Lance had made since Martha wasn't home. I sat with him at the table.
"so. how's the Michael guy?"
"good." that was all that was said between us until some woman walked in.
she had red hair that was tied elegantly in a bun atop her head and a ghostly eye. she appeared to be quite old.
"hello dears, I don't think we've met yet. I'm moira, the maid." she smiled a little smile at us.
I looked over at lance to see his reaction. his jaw was practically on the floor. what was wrong with him?
"hello. I didn't know this place came with a maid. nice to meet you. did you speak to Martha yet?" I don't think I trust this woman just barging in and calling herself the maid.
"yes, I have. I'm here for you. if you need anything, just call for me." she smiled at us, more lance than me though.
Lance smirked at her and when she left, he spoke. "she's hot!"
"ew, no what? she's like sixty." I stared at him with a weird expression.
"yeah she's a few years older than us but not that old. stop exaggerating." he said, putting his plate in the sink.
is he crazy?
I finished my food and went back to my room. I seemed to spend a lot of time here. I wondered when id have to go to school. I know I was talking about how I was going to jig it before, but maybe it won't be so bad, considering that Michael will be there. I won't be alone. that night I rested easy and dreamt of two boys with blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes that held mystery and darkness.
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