Daisies

2.2

"What if I dive deep? Will you come in after me? Would you share your flaws with me?" 

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1...2....3...4....

I mentally count the amount of actors that are too old to be playing teenagers. The movie is essentially playing as background noise, I couldn't actually tell you what was going on. I feel another presence enter the room.

5....6...

"Earth to Daisy!" My mom says waving her hand at me.

"Mmm, sorry. What'd you say?"

"Are you ok? You've been out of it lately. I said I'm leaving soon, are you sure you don't wanna go back home with me?" She says arranging everything she's bringing with her near the door.  

"Yeah, I think college is just getting to me," I lie, "And yes I'm sure, you're only going back for one day anyways. Avery's not even there right now."

"You do realize you have other family than Avery right? All who I'm sure would be very happy to see you." She presses.

"You just don't wanna deal with granny  on your own."

"I dealt with my mama for my whole life, if anybody can handle her it's me." She smirks at me.

"My other granny." The smug look disappears from her face.

"I can handle her too. I've been talking to her a whole lot more than you have. Will you call that woman please, she act like she ain't seen you in years." She picks up a few of her bags, heading out the door.

"I do call her. I talked her a few days ago. It's like she wants me to call her every day." I say standing up to help my mom take her stuff to the car.

We walk out into the afternoon sun barely shining on us. The cold air makes me wish I didn't step outside at all.

"Call me if anything happens, I'll be back tomorrow night probably." She pulls me into a hug and kisses the top of my forehead.

I watch her pull off then head back into the house. Making sure to lock the door, no matter how many times I've been home by myself I still get paranoid. I look around at the empty house, deciding to clean . It'll be nice for my mom to come back to, I've also been keeping myself busy lately. Emotion avoidance is an instinct at this point in my life.

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Rereading the same page in my textbook I realize I'm probably not going to retain this information tonight. I've been trying to finish my biology paper for hours and I'm barely getting anywhere. I close my book, putting my unfinished paper in it as a book mark and walk to the kitchen.

I open the refrigerator, again, hoping that maybe this time I'll make up my mind about what I want to eat. I groan and shut the fridge door. Reaching on top of it for a bag of popcorn, putting it in the microwave. I look through the cabinet for a bag of marshmallows that I know we have somewhere in here when the doorbell rings.

I plan on ignoring it, figuring it's just someone trying to sell something but then it rings again. Three more times to be specific, whoever this is has no patience. I slide my feet across the floor quickly to the door and get on my tippy toes to look out of the peephole.

The man outside the door is turned away but I recognize him anyways. I roll my eyes and open the door. Does he ever get tired of his own antics?

Jacob stands on my porch, single blue daisy in hand.

"Really?" I say in a flat tone. The expectant expression on his face falls. I can't lie to myself about how my heart hasn't stopped jumping at the sight of him at my door, even if I refuse to let him know it.

"Hi." He says. The microwave begins to beep loudly. I leave the door open, walking into the kitchen to get my food. Throwing the steaming hot bag to the side so I don't burn my fingers.

He follows behind me, I hear him close the door. He doesn't walk into the kitchen so I go back into the living room where he stands in the middle of the living room, looking around at our décor.

"I like your house." He sets the flower down.

"Is that why you came over here? To see the inside of my house." He exhaustedly looks over at me, I know he's fed up with me.

"D, I came over here to apologize. You know that."

"I know." I sit down on the couch. No longer having the energy to act like a bitch.

"I should have never said what I said. I was drunk and stupid. I pushed you about the subject when I should have just given you time to say it yourself. And you were right, I'm not open with you like I should be. I haven't had a girlfriend since I was like 15, please be patient with me." He says and runs his hand back through his dark hair. The butterflies in my stomach activate at the mention of the word girlfriend.

"It's ok, well it's not but I accept your apology. I was wrong too, you had a good reason to ask me about it, I got defensive for no reason. Plus I'm not exactly an open book either. I'll try if you'll try." He sits on the coffee table across from me and grabs my hands. Then leans into me, kissing me softly, pulling away slowly.

"Would this be a bad time to confirm that we're in a relationship or no?" I laugh.

"Well first, I need to know about that girl and don't say what girl because you know exactly who I'm talking about." He groans and throws his head back.

"Someone from my past, don't worry about her. We had a thing when we were teenagers then it ended for the most part."

"Right, when's the last time you had sex with her?" I ask not wanting to be blind sided by any information. He looks me straight in my eyes, he clearly didn't think this whole 'ask me anything' attitude through much.

"My birthday. Anything else about her?" He questions with a 'gotcha' attitude.

I don't know what I though he would say but that was not it. I'm not mad, well I shouldn't be. It would be dishonest to say that didn't hurt my feelings but I'm glad I at least know.

"Ok."

"That was the last time, I promise. I would take it all back if I could just to make you feel better. I want us to move past all this. I missed you." A smile creeps back onto my face.

"I missed you too."

"Take a trip to New York with me." He says out of nowhere.

"What? When?"

"Next weekend. I'm sure you could find something to tell your mom. Where is your mom?"

"She went back home for a few days. You didn't answer my whole question."

"You've reached your question limit for today. Yes or no?" He lifts me up off the couch, smiling against my neck.

"Ugh you know I'm gonna say yes." He leaves kisses on my jaw.

"I know. Now show me where your room is, I wanna test out the springs in your bed." He carries me up the stairs. I don't even care about my undoubtedly cold popcorn anymore.

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