Spring Breakers

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This morning has been the best of my week so far. Reed made me breakfast like he actually cooked as I texted Angel the details of last night and this morning.

"Tell Angel I said hi". He came over to me handing me a plate that contained waffles, bacon, and eggs.

"I am not texting Angel". I lied.

"I never said you were". He winked.

Bruh.

I rolled my eyes and ate my food, him just smirking at me.

We finished eating and I wanted to watch Netflix but he wanted to watch Disney+. 

"Babe give me the remote". He reached for my hands.

"No! I wanna watch Victorious!". I tried to keep the remote away from him.

He got up off the couch and got on top of me, pinning my arms above my head. He kissed me slowly, both of us forgetting about the remote. He ran his hands up my side stopping at my neck.

He trailed kisses down my jaw and neck stopping at my collar bone.

Before we could continue, my phone rang.

"Fuck". He hissed biting my neck and getting off of me.

I picked up the phone without looking at the caller ID.

"Hello". I answered clearing my throat.

"Marlee! You need to get your ass back here now!". Angel hissed in a whispered.

"What? Why? What's going on?". I frowned.

"Your parents are here asking hella questions so I told them you went out to get us some food, so it would be in your best interest to bring food and leave boy toy Reed at his house". She rushed.

"Ok ok. Fuck. I'm on the way". I quickly hung up and ran to my shoes.

"What's wrong?". He questioned putting on his shoes.

"My parents are here and Angel told them I was getting food so we gotta go right now!". I rushed out the door.

He followed behind me and we hopped in the car on the way to McDonald's.

*

We pulled up across the street and I planted a kiss on his lips.

"I'll text you once they leave". I got out the car with food.

"Bet that up". He winked driving off.

I rushed up to the building and got in the elevator. My legs shook as I waited for the elevator to stop on Angel's floor. It finally opened and I quickly unlocked the door and went in. Both my parents were sitting on the couch across from Angel who looked relieved to see me.

"Ayyyy Marlee's back with the food". Angel quickly got up and walked over to me.

"Bitch you have a hickey on your neck". She whispered to me taking the food out of my hand. 

I took my scarf off my head and wrapped it around my neck.

"Hello, Marlee". My mom greeted me with a brief hug.

"Hi, Mom". I didn't hug her back.

Let me explain the bond I have with my parents...there isn't one.

My Dad was too busy scrolling through his phone to even notice I was standing there.

"What are you guys doing here?". I walked over to the kitchen.

"Well seeing as we haven't heard from you in days we figured we'd stop by to make sure you weren't doing anything...illegal". My mom sneered at me.

"Actually Mom, the phone works both ways so you guys could've called me". I shot back.

"No need to be angry sweetheart your Mother and I were just worried about you". My Dad finally got off his phone.

"Nah there is a reason to be angry. You guys don't call to check on me for days and when I do hear from you your putting the blame on me". I folded my arms.

"No one is blaming you, we're just saying you could've been more responsible and called us to let us know how you were instead you were here doing whatever because your Aunt tells us she works day and most night shifts so she doesn't know what it is that you and Angel are doing". Mom frowned.

"You literally say no one is blaming but then in the same sentence put the blame on me and insinuated that I'm doing things that I'm not supposed to be doing". I scoffed.

"You know how you are when you have no supervision. You lose control". Dad reasoned.

"I wonder what that says about the people that raised me". I cocked my head to the side.

"Marlee!". My mom yelled.

"What! It's not my fault y'all are horrible parents. You barely pay attention to me and when you do it's to tell me what I'm doing wrong in life. You came all the way here from home to tell me how I'm a bad daughter who doesn't call you guys and gets into trouble. This is why I didn't call because for once I finally get to be myself and have fun without the two of you being a bunch of stuck up prissy wannabe white people". I spat letting out all my anger and frustrations I had held onto for the past couple of years.

They looked at me as if I had stabbed them both in their hearts. But the truth is, what I said wasn't a lie. My parents always care what their bosses or their colleagues or their friends think and at what expense? Me. At the expense of me.