You, Ethan and Grayson have been neighbours for a couple of years now. Although Ethan annoys the shit out of you, he is able to make your cloudy days disappear. It's almost the end of senior year and the start of a long hot summer, with nights of pa...
I walk to my wardrobe and take out a dress that goes above my thighs. I wear a delicate gold necklace to compliment the dress. I tousle my hair and adjust everything. I need to let my knee breathe and wearing pants just hurts. I have a few scratches from the concrete but they're not as bad. I'm staying indoors because my mom clearly won't let me go out, which is understandable... I guess. I paint my toenails with a nude pink colour, bringing out my tan.
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(This is what Mia wears, just for visuals.)
I walk to my mirror and sit in front of it. I gaze aimlessly at my reflection and the swelling around my cheek area. I almost feel defeated and my emotions almost take over. My eyes are red and my lips are plump and different gradients of red from crying last night. I feel anxious about Ethan seeing me because I know what he does in situations like this.
I open up my windows to let in some breeze and head downstairs to join my mom and Steve. I walk into the kitchen a see them sitting in the front patio, I hear my name a few times which honestly bugs me. I step near the door way and knock on the door to get their attention.
"Hey, whatcha guys talking about?" I say as I sit on the seat opposite them.
"Hey sweetie, I've made some lemonade... Drink up."
She hands me a tall glass cup and pours in fresh lemonade. I feel Steve look at me.
I look up at Steve as I grab my cup.
"Hi Steve, how are you doing?" I hold my cup and smile.
"I should be asking you that." He looks at me with sympathy.
I look away with annoyance but I try to hide it. I know his intentions are good but I wish people would stop asking me.
"I'm fine." I look back at him and crack a little smile.
My mom quickly changes the subject because I think she knows exactly what I'm feeling and thinking.
"Mia, what time will Ethan be here? I've made some homemade pastries for the family."
I grab half a grapefruit and pouch my spoon in it and watch juice squirt everywhere.
"He'll be here soon."
"Oh, lovely"
My mom and stave talk amongst each other whilst I finish up my fruit. I sit with my legs against my chest and sip on my lemonade. It's so hot out but it feels good. Moments later I hear the door knock making me jolt my head. I place my cup down and head to the door. I stop on my tracks and turn around.
