Stand In MRS. (On Hold)

Chapter Four

Camila

Hangovers. The worst feeling ever. But you know what's worse than that sickly feeling that has you grumpy all day and the gross connection to the toilet,ughhh. Nightmares, especially ones that involves the beautiful narcissistic stranger that has intruded your dreams before. Nightmare. That is what it is.

I grudgingly open my eyes, not because I want to but because the traitorous sunlight seeping out of the window is already driving me crazy as it is and with the way my head is pounding I don't think I'll be able stop myself from going full crazy cat lady today if I don't take aspirin now.

I hold my head up as I swallow up the confusion around me; pink that's all I see. I hate pink. Panda in my roo... There's only one place that looks like this.

I crunch my nose up as a burning smell followed by Molly's cry fills the house. That explains everything.

I pound through the staircase in hopes that she's OK.

“God forgive my sins! And please promise me that you take care of my daughter she's the one good thing this world has given me and... and...”

Her face which was void of makeup, was alarmingly pale but the dark beautiful freckles that adorned her face made her look more presentable.

I watch from afar enjoying the show.
This girl is going to have one of a hell soon enough, “And when I'm gone please give her to a good family that's going to give her everything I couldn't give her”.

That has me halting. Molly is having problems.  

Time to put her out of her misery.

I strut to the kitchen and use the fire extinguisher to put out the fire from the burning bacon. Seriously who burns bacon, that's like the easiest thing to make.

"Thank goodness, I thought I was going to die!"

"Seriously Molly, Bacon. I'm surprised Ciara is still alive"

Molly throws a glare at me before she looks at the mess and grumbles something like 'so much for saving your ass'

“In my defense I've been having some culinary classes and my cooking skills have improved, I just got carried away when I was on the phone with Ciara”

My lips curved in a smirk as I feigned indifference, “I don't remember asking you” she groaned and O boy was I going to make this difficult for her.

“I didn't know hoes knew their last prayers. Interesting.” If looks could kill. “God please forgive my sin...”

“I so do not sound like that”

“OH yes you do”

“Another word and you are not having brunch.” Brunch. I didn't know it was that late. I feigned panic before I broke out in a fit of laughter.

“Not on your crazy burnt ass Molly. I'm our only chance of having breakfast today and you know it.” Yay. I poked out my tongue and laughed.

It feels so good to have the upper hand. Except when Molly is involved... And she hates to lose and that smirk on her face is beginning to creep me out.

“What?” I asked cautiously.

“So Erótico, Huh,”

God dammit. I was pretty sure that was a nightmare. So much for having the upper hand and Molly wasn't going to let me go easily.

“I did a lot of research and I found out in a Spanish dictionary that it means sexy...” ughhhhhhhh.

“Jerk face.” And I left the kitchen for the bathroom like someone was chasing me.