Slowly Freaking Out

18- Just Go Away

Mae’s POV

“Hey,” I great Logan, as I am passing her on the stairs- her going up and me going down. 

“What’s up?” She replies, stopping in her tracks and turning around on the step to look at me. 

I shrug my shoulders in response. “Nothing, I just wanted to let you know that I am going to Landon’s now, I don’t know when I’ll be back, but if you need me or anything, then just give me a call.” 

“Mae,” She laughs. “I probably won’t need to disrupt your evening with your boyfriend. Go have fun, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Logan tells me, gutting her chin out slightly, gesturing for me to leave. 

“Okay, well, have a nice night,” I reply, continuing on my journey out of my house. 

I get into my car, turning the ignition on, and backing out of the drive way. I head down the road, taking the few odd turns to get to Landon’s house. It doesn’t take me that long to get there, and when I do, I park on the side of the street, in front of his house, but being sure not to block the driveway. I hop out of my car in a super giddy and happy mood, locking the doors with the button thing-y on the key of the car. I skip up the driveway, towards the door. I rind on the door bell as I come to a halt at the door, and wait patiently for someone to open the door for me. 

“Hello,” Poppy, Landon’s youngest sister, greets as she opens the front door for me. 

“Hi, Poppy,” I return the greeting, smiling down at her, since she is smaller than me. 

Poppy opens the door wider, moving to the side, allowing me to enter. She closes the door behind me once I have fully entered. “Landon’s upstairs in his room,” She informs me, walking with me towards the stairs. 

“Okay, thank you,” I reply, walking up the stairs with her. 

“Could you, uh, maybe help me with something, Mae?” Poppy randomly asks as I am about to open Landon’s bedroom door. 

“Sure,” I answer, turning away from Landon’s bedroom door. “What’s up?” I crouch down so that I am at eye level with her. 

“Could you maybe do my hair for me?” She takes a handful of her light brown hair, to empathize on the ‘hair’ part, even though she didn’t need to. It is still really cute, nonetheless, especially since she looks so flustered, even though she doesn’t need to be. 

“Of course,” I reply, following the little girl down the hallway, where I’m guessing her room is. My assumptions are proven correct as she opens the door to reveal a pink room, with stuffed animals and colouring books lying around randomly. 

Poppy plops herself down on her bed, crossing her legs in the ‘criss-cross-apple-sauce’ way, gesturing for me to sit down next to her, which is what I do. 

“So, what would you like done with your hair?” I ask, running my fingers through her mid-length hair as she turns her back to me. 

“A french braid, if that’s okay,” She politely replies. 

I look around for a brush and spot one on the bed a bit farther down. I reach to my right to grab the brush, and then start combing it through her hair, getting rid of all the nots and tangles. 

I start to french braid her hair down the middle, back of her head. It doesn’t take me too long, really, only like five minutes. I tie a hair tie at the end of the ponytail, making sure that it is secure enough so that the brain won’t come undone.

“Thank you, Mae,” Poppy says once she knows that I am finished doing her hair for her.

“Oh, it was no problem really,” I tell her honestly.