The Boy Behind the Mask {Delirious}

Chapter 3

MACY's POV

"Macy, honey," I felt something touch my shoulder and begin shaking. "Come on."

My eyes opened slowly and the bright sunlight coming through the window blinded me. This never happened back in my apartment in Oregon, mostly because the windows there were barred since some stupid kids had thrown a football through the window a few years prior to us moving in.

"Macy, we're going to go buy your furniture today. Come on get up."

It was struggle to sit up from the inflatable mattress. "I'm up, grandma. I'll go get ready soon. What time is it?"

"Six thirty, dear. We're leaving in twenty minutes. Breakfast is downstairs."

As soon as she left the room, I fell back onto the bed and groaned. I usually got up early but the last few days have been tiring and I needed a lot more sleep than usual.

Lazily, I got up and fixed my bed, then head to the bathroom. I looked absolutely horrible, but it was better than yesterday. Maybe if I dressed better today, the neighborhood won't remember my hobo inspired look from yesterday. I brushed my teeth and washed my face with the Ocean Salt face wash from Lush that I packed with my other belongings.

For my outfit, I settled with keeping my black leggings and replaced my white sweater with a black tank top and large, cat-covered cardigan. With that, I wore my usual plain black vans.

Since most of my clothes were having instead of folded like they usually were back in Oregon, it was kind of obvious to see that most of the clothes I owned were plain black, white, or had a really weird design, like space cats or giraffes. I had no idea when that happened.

Forgetting about my odd clothing choices, I quickly brushed my hair and ran down the stairs to find my grandparents at the table, talking.

It was always a rush whenever I was with my mom. She tried to do so many things at once and when she couldn't, she'd stress and get angry. Maybe that's why I froze as I saw them happily talking and eating.

"Took you long enough, slow poke. How'd you sleep?" My grandpa asked, pushing my plate towards the seat next to him. 

"Pretty good. I woke up late last night though and I met the neighbor," I said nonchalantly, taking a bit of the buttered toast on my plate.

The two of them shared a look.

"Macy, are you talking about the next door neighbor? The young man?"

"Yeah, he wouldn't tell me his name, but he seemed pretty okay. Why?"

"Listen, Macy. We're not the kind to judge but we've lived in this house for quite a long time and not once have we ever seen that boy do anything productive," my grandpa said sternly. "He only goes out for groceries and things like that. He doesn't go to any college or job. Probably just a deadbeat with rich parents. He's a bad influence."

In all honesty, I didn't see anything wrong with him. He kept to himself, which isn't necessarily a negative aspect. Plus, he could have a stay-at-home job.

Though, I found it pointless to bother going against my grandparent's judgement on him so I nodded and continued eating.

After I finished my food, I went to wait outside while my grandparents went to get their stuff ready. The front porch held a swinging bench and a small table next to it which was a perfect place sit down and relax.

The picture in front of me was of the house across the street, belonging to the small family of four. While I stared, their front door suddenly opened and the boy that had introduced himself came walking out. He was walking towards his car when he spotted me.