Decisions- A Lams High school AU {CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN}

20: Movie "Date" pt.1: Skittles and Failure

A/N: Guess Who's fucking sick?! This chap starts out really crappy cause I was at 0% motivation. It gets better, trust me.
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=Peggy's POV=

       As The chauffeur pulls up to side of Maria's driveway, I pull at my skirt slightly. I hate the uncomfortable feeling of them, and I just wish I could wear pants every day. But no! I've got to be a 'proper young lady' for my father. He's raising me the 'right way' after all. I tug at the uncomfortable fabric once again. There's no reason to have to dress a certain way because I'm a girl, it's the 21st century for Gods sakes! Whatever. There's nothing I can do to change his mind without getting myself out of a home, so I just leave it alone most of the time. I snapped at floor length dresses though. They're unnatural. No dress should ever drag behind a person, not until they're getting married!

       "Ms. Schuyler," the chauffeur says trying to get my attention, "You've arrived at Ms. Maria Lewis's house." "Thank you," I mutter softly as a scoot out of my seat, tipping him a ten dollar bill. "You're too kind, young lady." He says almost inaudibly. I really must not have been paying attention to anything at all, because I hadn't even noticed that I almost slammed face first into Maria's front door. If she hadn't stopped me, I probably would've had a bloody nose. "Pegs?" "Hm? Oh, yeah I'm fine." "I, uh, I didn't ask if you were?" "Oh." A long, awkward pause follows. "We should p-probably go inside now." "Yeah." So, slowly, I dig through my bag for the spare key Maria had given me in case of emergencies.

Opening the door slowly, I step into Maria's house. Once again, I let the faint aroma of pine and linen soothe my nerves as I take off my shoes. "Do you have the movie?" Maria asks me as she takes off her boots as well. "Oh, yeah I have it. I'm just gonna go change real quick," I say, heading up to Maria's room. When I make it up the stairs I immediately plop onto her bed, breathing in the scent. I feel like I could fall just asleep right there and then. I can't keep Maria waiting though...

"Ugh," I groan softly, yanking myself away from the building warmth I found in her comfortable sheets. As soon as I stand up, I practically rip my skirt off, leaving me in just my shorts, T-shirt, and high socks. Finally. A breath of relief escapes my lips. Before I leave for downstairs, I fold my clothes up and fix my ponytail a bit, stuffing my clothes into my backpack ...I will admit that I I adjusted my chest a little too (just for Maria). I pick up my bag and head back downstairs to her, seeing that she's already started to set up the blankets on the couch.

"I'm gonna get the snacks!" I call, already half jogging into her kitchen. "'Kay!" She responds. I slow down to a walk as I come through the doorway of the kitchen, seeing Mrs. Lewis preparing dinner at the stove. "Hiya Mrs. Lewis!" I greet her. Hiya? "Hello, Peggy. It's good to see ya around again, young lady." "Nice to see you too. I'll be picked up tomorrow so Maria and I can go see Alex in the hospital." "Oh yes, she told me you would be going already. It's alright, you two can go on ahead." "Thanks ma'am!" "Oh, no need to be so formal with me." I chuckle slightly, before reaching into the pantry and grabbing a bag of popcorn. Good ol' Redenbachers.

       Sliding it into the microwave, I push the popcorn setting and go to look for the rest of the snacks. I know that Maria probably has a million bags of cans hidden in her room, so I'll go get those. The first couple of pops from the popcorn sound through the house, actually scaring the shit out of me for a second. I calm down enough to reach a trembling hand to the pantry door handle, shutting it slowly before making my way to her living room. When I pass the living room, I see that all of the blankets are arranged, and that Maria is gone.

She's probably in her room. So, bounding up the stairs, I set out for the delicious snacks once more. When I get upstairs, I stop in front of her bedroom door. I'm just about to push open the door, when I stop and think: It would be kind of rude to just enter if she's in there. So I knock lightly on the door, asking if I can come in - like a true gentleman. "Come in." She calls back casually. The door wasn't fully closed anyways, so I just push softly on the wood and swings open slowly.

When I open the door, I'm greeted with the wonderful sight of her changing. Well not really changing, but, taking off her outer layers. "Hey." I mutter, "Hey?" She says back. "So I'm assuming you've got snacks stashed somewhere in here..." She chuckles, "Always. They're on the top shelf of the closet." Of course. I walk over to her closet and open the door, eager to have the sweet treats in my grip as soon as possible. Well, I was until I saw how high up the shelf actually is. Now I'm probably going to embarrass myself trying to get them down from there.

Let's just get this over with... Standing on my toes, I stretch myself out as much as possible to reach the skittles. My fingers don't even brush the bottom. So, I try again. This time I'm even less successful; I ended up falling on my ass trying to balance on one foot. I can hear Maria struggle to hold back her giggles at me. "Hey!" I say, gaining her attention, "Don't fucking laugh at me!" She just begins to laugh harder. "Ugh." I moan, getting up and rubbing my butt. I don't even have to look to tell that my face is just as irritated as my rear end.

"I'm sorry, do you need some help shortie?" "You do realize that you're like three inches taller than me, right?" I shoot back. "And no, I don't need your stinking help." If I'm going to get these down I need to get creative...Wait. I have an idea! I look down at the floor of her closet, finding a pair of heels laying at my feet. I slip them on awkwardly, feeling her eyes watching me amusedly from across the room. This is so weird. "I don't know if you're gonna be able to reach it." I can hear her snicker behind me, to which I respond, "Fucking watch me."

I lean back up towards the shelf in a final attempt to bring the skittles down, and it finally works. The 2lb bag plops into my arms, and I turn around to Maria, holding them above my head triumphantly. "See," I start, walking towards her, "I told you I cou - ah!" The microwave's loud beeping from downstairs scares me - I forgot I even left it on. Everything seemed to move in slow motion for a moment as I felt the high heel twist under my weight. Then I was on the ground.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" She asks, picking up the bag and popping a skittle into her mouth. God dammit. "Okay, okay, whatever..." I grumble, slipping the heels back off of my feet. "Let's just watch this movie." She laughs, reaching a hand out to help me up. As we make our way back downstairs, I notice something.

She never let go.
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AAAAAAAAAAA WRITERS BLOCK SUCKS ASSHOLE I'm sorry this took so long, and it's not even 2000 words. Ugh bye...
~Trin