From Once To Always | ✓completed

six

 Macy's pov-

 I tap my foot against the wood floor as I glare at the two fools sitting on my couch. I swear my look of pure annoyance was burning a hole into everything I stared at. They both just explained to me why they were fighting.

Which, by the way, was about where to go to dinner at. I swear I am dealing with three-year-olds. I sigh and sit down, the look of disappointment masking my annoyance. I mean, seriously, the two are some of the lead people in my gang and they're fighting about where to eat?

"Okay," I take a deep breath," since you two aren't mature enough to talk about a place to go eat, I get to choose. We're going to this diner I found, come on," I say as I spin my keys around my finger start walking towards the garage with them hot on my trail, desperate for food. I told them that we are taking my car and I swear they squealed, like literally.

They sounded like a little girl actually getting a pony for her birthday. I never let people drive my cars for two reasons: one, everybody has their own cars and two, these cars are my children. Like trust me, I know that they are good drivers, I trained them but if they want to drive, they can drive their own cars.

I hop in the driver's seat and wait for the others to get in before driving off to the diner. I actually went the speed limit because I have no other priorities as of yet to do today. I park and we walk in, signifying that we were here due to the bell ringing as the door opens.

We take a seat at a booth and a few minutes later, a waitress maybe a little older than me walks up to our table. She's wearing her uniform which consists of a black shirt with an emblem on it and some plain jeans. On the other hand, though, she has bright hair. She introduces herself, seeming nice enough.

"Hello, I am Lilianna and I will be your waitress today. What can I get for you?"

We all order before falling into a simple conversation about California so far. A few minutes into it, I received a call from my friend, and fellow gang member, Arda. I pick it up, "Hello?"

"Hey, Macy. I've got a fight lined up for you tonight. It's at nine and I put you up against their champ. Nobody wanted to go against them."

"Cool, I'll be there. You coming here soon?"

"Yeah, I'm coming with Leo. I've got to go now, Leo's calling me to help clean up dinner. That lazy ass," I hear her grumble before hanging up. I can't wait for the rest of my members to get here. My siblings should be getting here any day now. Liliana comes back with our food. We say thank you and dig in. I look around and see that Bailey, Marcus, and Levi are here.

I shrug and go back to my food. I don't get why people are so scared of them. I bet they are all fluffy unicorns on the inside. I look back to my friends as they look at me expectantly. It takes me a while before I realize that they want to hear about the call with Arda.

"I have a fight at nine if you guys want to come and check the place out, maybe sign up for some stuff. They should be coming soon. And, of course, we can't forget about Leo being an ass," I say.

Justin rolls his eyes. " Of course. They fight like little siblings. I mean, minus the fact that they curse each other our."

"Just like you," I raise an eyebrow at him as he rolls eyes again.

"I just like to use colorful words to express my thoughts," he says smugly. I jokingly shake my head before we finish our food and decide to go home. Real quickly before I left, I said thank you to Liliana and exchanged numbers. Now, I don't trust people easily but what am I supposed to do when I finally found a decent person.

I walk outside to see Justin and Pat hanging around my car. They know better not to touch it when I'm not there. I hop in and instead of going straight home, we drive around until we find a tattoo shop. What? I'm bored.

After scanning for designs, I decided to get one on my hand. It hurt like a bitch, but good thing I have a high pain tolerance. When I'm done, they wrap it up with some Neosporin before sending me on my way. Now, it's time to kick some guy's ass.

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