Colors//m.c

Sixteen

  *this is not edited I am sorry for this shit pls don't hate me

"Macey... Wake up," Somebody shakes me, trying to wake me. "We need to go."

I push my pillow away from my face, only to see Myrcella one foot away from me. "What do you want?" I groan.

"Shopping!" Her excitement is annoying as hell. Everything about her was annoying. Call it whatever you wanted; extraneous, exuberant, obnoxious, overblown. She was simply annoying.

I sat up, pushing my blanket out of the way. Myrcella was peering around my room curiously. "Why haven't you done anything in here yet?"

"I'm not going to stay here long." I replied. "This was only temporary. Right?" I stood up.

"Sometimes things don't work out how you want."

My face drops. I didn't really love living with my mom either, but if I had to choose between the two lesser evils, it would be her.  I didn't even bother questioning what Myrcella meant.  "What even happened with her anyways?"

Myrcella rolls her eyes, and for the first time, she seems annoyed. "Do we really need to get into this now? We will tell you soon enough. As soon as we know. All we know is she is in rehab. Drugs or something like that."

I felt a pang, like a sharp knife twisting in my stomach. She had nobody. Nobody but me. And maybe I was supposed to be there for her. And I wasn't. I felt shitty.

"Um ok. I'll be ready in a second." I tell her. "Alright. Hurry up!" She's instantly back to her over-excited self, simply joyful she is going shopping! And with her (maybe) stepdaughter! What fun! (Not).

I fished around in my bag, until I found my black jeans, and a gray tank top. I dressed hurriedly, happy I didn't have to brush my hair. I didn't think I had to look really nice. This was just Myrcella in need of some Girly Company, as she put it. I wouldn't see anybody I knew. And if I did I wouldn't care. A lot of girls love shopping but I didn't see the point of spending money you don't have on stuff you don't need. Whenever I got payed, I would save it, in case I would ever need it. And I know I will.

Downstairs, hearing Myrcella and Dave in their bedroom, I grabbed my off brand converse (They were ten dollars at Walmart), and slipped them on so I would be ready. And then I grabbed a cherry poptart and waited for the long day ahead of me.

Myrcell emerged from the room, clutching her oversized purse. I had always wondered why it was so big, and when I asked, she explained it was because of her job. She then told me she sort of coached parents who were going to get their children taken away, and sort of help them, so it won't happen again, and she had to keep the documents in her purse.

"Ready?" She smiles, her pink lipgloss scintillating in the light.

"The most I will ever be." I take one last look behind me, and see Dave standing there, almost sadly. That's when I followed Myrcella outside, and to her shiny car.

I sit in the passenger seat, watching as Myrcella pulled open her door, and sat down, a sigh emitting from her lips.

"What?"

She looks over at me, as if contemplating whether or not she should confide in me, as she starts the engine.

"Your dad asked me to marry him."  She says abruptly, pulling out of the driveway, and i'm left at a loss of words.

He asked her to marry him? Without even asking me? Shouldn't a father do that?

"What did you say?" I try to mask how I felt, by looking out the window, avoiding eye contact. I rolled the window down as far as it would go, feeling the air whoosh past me. We passed Michael's house and I wondered what was going on there. Was he alright?

"I said no." She looks at me again, as if waiting for my reaction.

"What... Why?"

"I told him it could wait. And if he loved me, it can." She explains simply. I wondered why he could love her when he didn't love his own daughter. It hurt a little. A lot. I didn't even know how I felt.

"He does love you. You know that, right?" She says softly, as if reading my mind. I scoffed. As if. He barely made eye contact. He didn't love me. He doesn't love me. "He doesn't know how to show it. He just feels weird."

"And how do you know this?" I roll my eyes.

"He told me."

"He won't even talk to me!" I say loudly. The strangled voice I hear sounds unfamiliar, and I feel bad for whatever made that sound, and then I realize it was me. "Sorry." I whisper.

"Let's just go shopping." Myrcella keeps her eyes trained on the road. "You need some new clothes, and and so so I. And then we can get stuff to decorate your room." I didn't even feel like arguing, so I nodded.

this was super short and a crappy fuller but I already have the next chapter written, and it will be up in a few days. um just vote, comment, and fan as usual. michael shall be in the next chapter. so. yeah. ily. xx