Bronwyn
Monday, February 18, O9:3O p.m.
I take a look at the black burner phone on my night stand and a smile tugs at The corners of my lips as I think of the long conversation we shared last night. The burner phones are not really necessary now that we're not murder suspects anymore, but it adds to the nostalgic feeling. It's nine thirty-five and I'm fully dressed in a cute but comfortable outfit, ready to go to the movies.
I hear my bedroom door swing open and Maeve stands in the doorframe, she doesn't know how to knock. Maeve takes a long look at me before she starts laughing, my cheeks warm up out of embarrassment. "Why are you laughing? Do I look weird?" I ask while eyeing my reflection in the closet mirror.
"No, it's just that I haven't seen you put so much effort in how you look in months. So today's the greatly anticipated event?" She says, smile still plastered on her face as moves towards me. And I can't help but smile too. Maeve pulls me closer and wraps her arms around my shoulders. "Enjoy yourself and stop thinking about the whole Simon thing." She says as she pats my head, I let my head awkwardly rest on her shoulder and just accept this sisterly love without talking back. Maeve chuckles as a response to my silence and lets me go. After eyeing me one more time she speaks up, "wait, you need to use this." She says before running off towards her own room. She's back within a few seconds and hands me a reddish lipgloss tube. "This will look cute on you." She says and I feel my eyes well up with tears, I'm such a crybaby. But after all of these horrible events it feels great to just talk to my sister about Boys and make up instead of epi pens and suicide. I take the lip gloss tube and wipe away a lost tear. "Thank you" I say with a smile before checking the time on my phone. Maeve seems to understand immediately and gives me a considerate smile. "Go have fun, and stop crying." She says while looking at me with glassy eyes. I chuckle at her before walking out.
