lavender. (mace)

nine

"Hop on in, toots!" Toni shouts from her car. Mamrie looks up from the bench she's sitting on and sees her.

She's gotten dark brown curls twirling down her shoulders, big innocent eyes framed with stylish (no doubt, expensive) glasses, and freckles dancing throughout the bridge of her nose.

"Hey," Mamrie shyly greets as she shuts the car door.

"What, no thank you?"

"Huh?"

"I came all this way--"

"You live down the street."

"Doesn't matter. I drove out here at 2 in the morning to come save your ass from whatever bitch you're hooking​ up with now. And no thank you?"

"She's not a bitch, Toni."

"Well, you sure as hell aren't missing much now that it's over."

"It's not over." She sighs. "We just fought."

"Sure." She begins to drive. "Remember when we were together? You were so much happier than you are now."

"Until you cheated on me."

"So you agree? You were happier?"

Mamrie stares out her window. Cars and buildings passing by in an intense blur.

"Maybe." She says. "I'm definitely not doing good now."

"Well, it doesn't have to be like that."

"What do you mean?"

Toni rests her hand on Mamrie's thigh as they pull up to her apartment parking lot.

* * *

"We shouldn't be doing this." Mamrie pants in between kisses as Toni scrambles to open her door.

"I know," she grins. "But I think that's the best part, don't you?"

Mamrie giggles and she's no longer upset about Grace. She's too focused on the girl that cares enough to spend time with her, unlike the blonde.

They enter the apartment and shut the door behind them.

* * *

Grace has tears running down her cheeks while she angrily shuts the door behind her. She sets her purse down and rushes into the bathroom.

She stares in the mirror and sees her mascara running wildly, eyes puffy and hands shaking.

She loves Mamrie so much.

She dials her girlfriend's number and anxiously listens to the ring. When it goes to voicemail, she leaves one.

"I'm so sorry, Mamrie, please pick up your phone."

Another.

"I don't even care about your ex anymore, I just want you to talk to me. Please come over."

And more.

"I called the restaurant and they said you left hours ago in someone else's car. Please answer your phone. Where are you?"

"Mamrie, please, please, please, answer."

"I know you aren't home. I drove past and all the lights were off. Please call me back."

"I love you, Mamrie."

* * *

Mamrie awakens and her vision is blurry. She turns to her left and sees curly hair peaking out of the bedsheet, and her stomach drops.

"Oh, no." She whispers. She slowly gets out of bed.

"Leaving so soon?" A tired voice calls out.

"I can't believe that I did this." She shakes her head, searching for her clothes.

"I can, and frankly, I'm glad you did." She smirks.

"Not funny. Where are my clothes?"

"Somewhere on the floor, I presume. Scattered around here." She sits up.

"I'm going home to Grace." She pulls a shirt over her head. "This never happened."

"How can you say that?"

"Like this," she slips on a pair of jeans and points to Toni. "Grace will never hear about this. Understand?"

"But you don't even love h--"

"What the hell, Toni? Where's my phone, I'm leaving."

"By the couch." Toni sighs.

Mamrie grabs her phone and opens the front door. Before leaving, she turns around.

"NEVER talk to me ever again." She spits, then shuts the door.

[A/N: Sorry it's really short and I know it's been a long time since a uploaded. Yikes.]