Love and Tears

[Love and Tears] part 22.

So Im writing this in the car on the way to some massive shopping centre :) woop! One thing I'm kind of scared about is that it's going to be packed! People are going to be barging me like there's no tommorow! And that's pretty suckish :/ loool

But anyways, you don't have to care :)

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"So what are you going to do for Christmas?" Mum asked. I frowned. Christmas? I hadn't even thought about it! And my birthday was the day after!

Ignoring her comment, I said, "Where was you yesterday?" Remembering that she'd stayed the night before but in the morning was nowhere to be seen.

"I left after you was sleeping. I stayed at a hotel," she informed me. I raised a brow.

"Why didn't you just stay here?" I asked.

"Well you and Danielle occupied the bed and I'm not sleeping in Terry's sofa bed. That's yuck yuck yuck!" She replied, cringing as she did so. I took a bit of offence to that.

"Hey!" I cried, in Terry's defence.

"Whatever. Where's Danielle?" Mum asked. Confusion swept over me. Why did she want Danielle? I was her daughter, didn't she want to see me?

"What do you need her for?" I asked, folding my arms. Mum rolled her eyes.

"I just want to talk to her."

"Well she's sleeping so you're going to have to leave a message."

She rolled her eyes. "What! It's almost noon."

"So? If you haven't realized, Danielle loves to sleep."

"Sleep around more like," Mum mumbled. "Yeah, I've noticed."

"Excuse me?" I asked, shifting my weight onto my right leg instead of left.

"Just tell her this; Nacan's looking for her."

"Who's nacan?" I asked, crumbling an eyebrow and growing more curious by the minute.

"Just tell her! It's urgent!" Mum told me, desperacy filled in her voice. What was it? What was this about? Why did she sound so desperate?

"I want to know who nacan is before I tell anyone anything," I stated nosily and stubbornly. Mum sighed.

"Forget it. I'll text her." Mum told me, rummaging in her bag for I'm guessing her phone.

"But who's nacan," I asked.

"Its more of a what. You don't worry yourself. I'll text her." She told me, walking away.

"Fine. Whatever. Don't tell me. I don't care. And what are you wearing?" I asked, looking her up and down. She was wearing what Danielle usually wears, the uniform for the store whores'r'us. But I'd never expect to see mum wearing that.

"Let's just drop it, Callie." Mum said sternly, walking away. Anger rushed over me. She had come to talk to my bestfriend and there wasn't even a "you okay?" for me. Then she had the rudeness to tell me to pass on a message without an explain of who or what this thing was. And I know, I had no right to know, however I don't appreciate mum and Danielle exchanging secrets. And that's not even it! She then leaves on a bad note with her ass hanging out of her skirt. It made me sigh. I want my real mum back. The mum that looked after me. The one who's now dead. I closed the door lightly and went to take a sofa on the sofa.

The snow had stopped and the sun was shining slightly; but it was still freezing outside and the snow had not yet melted. This meant if I wanted I could go and see Terry and get ready for the dance with mr. Simmons tonight. Christmas is tommorow and my birthday's the day after. I frowned; I didn't have a clue on what to do. I hadn't bought anything for anyone and the remaining food I had in the frigde was mushy peas. I sighed. Maybe I could do something with Jay? No, he was probably busy, right? Yeah, probably. I'd just do something with Danielle.