Within The Lights. (Series)

Chapter 17 - Macy Black, Genius.

"Okay, how about You're the one i think about every day, i can't help it, i'm completely blown away?"

"Sounds good, now put it in." 

Ryan wrote the line down on his paper and read it over. We were sitting in Ryan's room jotting down ideas for a new song for his album. I was in my pajamas (It was Saturday), and I stole Ryan's red swag snapback off his dresser and was wearing it. He didn't really seem to mind.

"Why do I feel like there's a deeper meaning to this song?" I asked him.

He looked over the top of the paper and raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"You totally like someone!" I smirked.

"I do not!" He scoffed.

"Ryan." I laughed.

"What?"

"Who is she?" I asked, lying down on my stomach and smiled sarcastically at him.

"It's no one." He said quietly, shaking his head.

"Is she from LA?"

"She doesn't exist."

"Toronto?"

"She doesn't exist."

"Oklahoma?"

He looked up at me. "No."

"Aha!" I said, pointing at him. "What's her name?"

He just rolled his eyes.

"Is it Riley?" I asked.

"No, she's 23 now."

"Jessica?"

"She moved to Mexico."

"Alex?"

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Would you just help me with this song?"

"It is Alex!" I yelled. "I should've said her first. I mean, every time we go to dad's, you act all awkward around her. And the fact that you haven't had a girlfriend since we moved from Toronto and you broke up with Janelle, who now that I think about it, looked a lot like Alex does now. I guess the human minds creates substitutes when the thing you wan't isn't available, if you want to use that terminology. Plus you have a subconcious connection with her. I've seen it. You two just sit there and communicate with facial expressions, and sometimes just stare at each other as if you're reading each other's minds. Often when you know a person well enough, you create a connection strong enough that you can tell what the other is thinking just by looking at them. Not exactly read their minds, just if they're not showing any emotion you can still tell. Even though you don't see Alex very often, that's an odd case where you two just clicked right away, and-"

"All I asked was if she would help me write the song." Ryan said, looking past me. I turned around and saw my mom laughing in the doorway.

"Well, that's what you get for having a genius sister." She shrugged.

"Technically I'm not a genius, that's a term that only references a very small amount of te population, and there's people in the world that are much smarter than I am. Some people have had IQ's reported as over 190, im a mere 153. Albert Einstein was reported to have an IQ of around 160 to 180, though he never did take a proper test because they're a fairly recent development. Mine is lower than that and some people called him stupid. Actually, I'd only be considered above average. Scored from 110 to around 160 are not considered to be genius, whereas 160 and above are rated genius. Also-"

"Okay, Macy. I get it." My mom laughed, and walked away from the door.

"See what I mean? You've gone all smart lately." Ryan said.

"I-"

"Please don't go into some big verbal essay on the works of the human mind. I just want to know why you've been so different."

"I don't know. I guess that I'm happier lately and I realized I have friends I can be myself around. Did you know that-"

"Hey. No rambling."

"Right. Sorry. Old habit."

He reised his eyebrows and laughed. "You're one uniqe little girl, there, Macy."

"Actually, obviously everyone is of course unique in personality, but there are going to be multiple people a lot like you. A;sp. there are aproximately 7 people in the world who look identical to you."

He stared at me for a second.

"What?" I asked.

"You're done!?"

"Um..."

"That was the shortest rant you've ever gone on."

"Oh."

'I'm starting to want the old, dull Macy back. All those times I said I missed your little rants... I lied." He smirked.

"Oh, shut up." I hit him on the head with a pillow.

"Did you know that pillows were invented in paris in the 1950's but the name comes from latin word Pillou, meaning big fat fluffy thing?" He asked in a mocking voice.

"Oh, come on. I do not talk like that. And besides, the idea of pillows dates back to around 3500 BC. The ancient Egyptians would use them to protect their hairstyles, but the concept of the pillow didn't take off until the early 1900's in America."

He stared at me for a minute with his jaw hanging open.

After a while of silence, he stood up and walked out of the room.

"I give up." He laughed as he closed the door.

"Hey, I was just trying to correct your facts!" I called after him. He didn't answer. "Jerk!"

"You bet!" He yelled back.

I smiled and rolled my eyes at him.

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So yeah it's a filler and it's pointless and boring and stuff i know but 18 will be really good i promise faelgfeuaigfyuaeigfyualgfyral

so i've grown so fond of macy i think shes hilarious when she starts listing off a bunch of facts that nobody cares about

so now we learn that macy pretended she wasnt as smart as she is because she didnt feel like she would be accepted as her (apperantly not so) genius self. but now she's realized she can trust her friends and such. hmmmmmm idk i love her

so mailynn black is a genius now

wow macy's completely flipped around in a matter of weeks.

anyway, i decided that i would do an IQ test just because, and guess what i got?

i cant even remember but it was in the 120's, which apperantly is above average. obviously not macy-level at 153, but i'd say its pretty good.

harryobama everyone, go chat me up about how dull macy is now idec

oh and sidebar pic is macy's outfit i foumd this one website where you can create outfits and i love it so thats probs gonna be the rest of the pictures unless i need one for something else ok bye