His Citified Cowgirl

Chapter 13: Don't Be A Party Pooper

7:30 am "Pill"

I groan and roll over to turn off the alarm and take my pill.

"Nope. Going back to sleep." I yawn.

9:00 am

I open my eyes slowly and stare at the ceiling.

"Wow. I slept so good." I stretch and walk to the bathroom.

I play music on my phone while brushing my teeth.

Ring.

"Hey, good morning kitten."

"Good morning quarterback." I reply with a giggle.

"What's up?"

"Not much about to get ready to hang out with my mom."

"Fun. Let me know if you can hang out."

"We'll see."

I lock my phone and finish my hair and makeup, then I walk out to the closet.

I feel my legs. "They're still somewhat shaved sooooo... a dress sounds fine."

I take a gray dress along with my pink, sparkly toms and throw them on.

"Wow. This looks pretty good for me being a lazy bitch." I laugh.

"Paige!" Mom calls.

"Yeah!?" I call back.

"You ready?"

"Uh, yeah I'll be right down." I say while scrambling to get my purse and phone.

I turn out the light and jog down the stairs.

"Good morning mother." I sit at the kitchen table.

"Good morning." She says and sits a plate of eggs and sausage in front of me.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." She takes another plate and sets it opposite of me.

"So what's the plan for today?" I ask, taking a bite of my breakfast.

"Well. I was thinking that we go do our nails and then go and get some more decorations for the house."

"Sounds good." I nod.

"So how's that Max boy?" She smiles at me.

I blush, still eating.

"Oh, come on I saw that you left me my small bag."

"Yes! I wouldn't even, in the slightest, believe that you were initiating that." I stop and look at you.

"Good girl." She smiles and takes our plates once we're done.

"So off to do our nails." I stand and walk towards the door. "You driving?"

"Sure." She takes her keys and locks the door behind her.

We get into her car, turn up the radio and start into town.

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"What color should I do?" I ask her, standing in front of a massive wall of nail polishes.

"Um, I don't know. How about this one?" She holds up a pinkish-purple color.

"Pretty. Sure, I'll get this one. And you get this one." I hand her a red-pink color.