Thin Ice {UNDER CONSTRUCTION}

9. Macaroni, Dinner Dates, and Magic Mike

She's a simple girl

And she's got simple emotions.

She wont ever let you in,

But she wants to keep you in her

corner.

-"Simple Girl": DE Jr. Jr.

Ch. 9 - Macaroni, Dinner Dates, and Magic Mike

The first thing that scared me when I got home on Friday was my mother being home. She was never home.

The second? Her demeanor.

I walked into the kitchen warily, slipping my messenger bag off my shoulder and throwing it in one of the chairs.

My mother stood at the counter, wiping off a tray. The aroma of vanilla was in the air, and I glanced at the oven. She made cookies?

She was dancing around, and I winced at her interpretation of Lady Gaga's Poker Face.

"Can't read my, can't read my, no you can't read my po-"

"Mom?"

She jumped and turned around, before realizing it was me.

"Jesus, Vi, you scared me,"she said, placing a hand over her heart. "How was your day?" she then asked, her eyes twinkling.

"Uh...good?"

"That's great!" She turned back around and continued to wipe the dishes dry.

I stood in the doorway, just watching her.

"Why are you home?" I asked warily, a bit scared of her answer.

"Oh! I have a dinner date tonight!"

My mouth popped open. "With who? I swear to god if you say Thomas Bridges I am going to bar the door and grab the guns."

Mom laughed, not just a regular laugh, but a teary-calorie burning-can't breath-laugh. Once she regained her breath, she answered, still smiling.

"Lord, no. Not Thomas. No."

I breathed out a sigh of relief, thinking of the creepy, handsy jerk from my mom's work. Whenever he had to ask her something, he always got all touchy feely, which was understandable considering my mom's looks.

I looked nothing like my mom, but people said I did all the time. Some asked if we were sisters. But the truth was, she was all dark locks and model cheekbones. I didn't stand a chance against her.

I actually had my Dad's eyes and disposition, but I pushed him out of my mind. No point thinking of that cheating bastard.

My mom was amazing though, always smiling, always hilarious, always a great mom. She never would've left me.

"Then who are you going out with?"

My mom smiled. "My old best friend called me up the other day and we planned to go out to dinner. She was here the whole time, in town, can you imagine?"

I smiled in relief. "Oh, that's nice. How late will you be out?"

"Well, we were gonna go out for drinks and talk before going to dinner, then maybe go back to her place to talk some more. But if that's too late...?"

I waved her off. "No, Mom, that's fine. Go have some fun, you deserve it."

She smiled and finished drying the last dish."Okay. I'll go get ready then."

I nodded.

As she flounced away, she turned back. "I'mma kill 'em with the number I plan on wearing."