Taylor's Point of View:
I don't remember much of what happened after that, but I could tell you that car ride was silent and awkward. You could just feel the tension buzzing on my mother's skin. You could tell and even feel how curious Steffany and I were about the whole situation that had just happened before us.
I could also tell you how it was impossible for me to sleep that night. Thoughts filled my head, trying to come up with a logical reason behind her spontaneous outburst, but I couldn't think of anything. After awhile, I gave up on it and just listened to the sound of Steffany's breathing.
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I did not remember falling asleep, but I woke up the next morning, distorted and confused. Mom was standing in our door way, telling us to get up. I blinked a few times, propping myself up on one elbow.
"What's going on?" I asked, my voice raspy.
"We are going to McDonald's. Get ready." she demanded, exiting the room. I looked at Steffany, who just shrugged, just as clueless as me.
We quickly got dressed. I threw on a pair of black leggings, an Iron Maiden shirt, black combat boots and my Misfits sweater. Steff threw on her black shredded skinny jeans, her Motley Crue shirt, a beanie to cover her black and white hair, and her combat boots as well. We had no time to drink coffee, which clearly upset Steffany. Sometimes, I swear coffee was coursing through her veins, rather than blood.
"Don't be so upset. McDonald's sells coffee." I told her. She just groaned and sat in the passenger's seat of the car, she didn't like McDonald's coffee at all, but she would drink it because, well, it was coffee.
Ironically, as soon as we got into the car, "Centuries" started playing. Steffany started laughing, but then stopped upon realizing that my mom wasn't joining her, but glaring at her sadly, instead.
"I really like this song." Mom said, shocking us all. She sang along with the lyrics loosely and Steffany looked at me, eyes wide in confusion.
Eventually, I started singing too, not being able to resist the temptations of the beat. Soon enough, we were all belting the lyrics out at the top of our lungs, with new smiles on our exhausted faces. Within two minutes, we arrived at the McDonald's.
"What are we doing here?" I asked timidly.
"We're getting breakfast." Mom said, being quite vague about it all.
My mom was hiding something, I could tell by the way she moved and spoke. She was cautious with her words and on edge, as if anticipating something to happen. I knew my mother better than anyone else, other than Steffany now, and this was not how she normally acted, especially not with us. Something was definitely up and she wasn't telling us.
We walked into the fast food restaurant, finding it exceedingly empty. That is except for a man, who was sitting alone in a booth towards the back with his hood up. We walked up to the cashier, who was in a daze from having rise at such an early hour.
"Hey, uhm, I have to use the bathroom.." Steffany piped up. My mom nodded, seeming to like the idea.
"I'll go with you." I mumbled, following her into the gritty, disgusting bathroom.
"Dude, what are we doing here? Your mom doesn't even like McDonald's breakfast shit." Steffany hissed as soon as the door creaked shut. I swear I heard her mumble 'Neither do I.' under her breath.
"I have no fucking clue, but I think we'll find out soon." I shook my head. We tried to make ourselves look a little more presentable in the grimy, water stained mirror and went back out to the shitty lit dining area.
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