{ON HOLD} Melt|Zauren

M.7

I was feeling on top of the world this morning as if I never drank a day in my life. I got ready for whatever today threw at me, grabbed my copy of to kill a mockingbird and headed downstairs. My mom was rummaging through the fridge. "How was the casino?" I asked. "I thought you guys would've stayed at a hotel. You always do."

"I thought so too," she pushed her bangs out of her face and then knelt down digging further into the sparce fridge. "The casino was okay, but your father got sick off something he ate so we headed home early. He kept complaining that he wants his own bed."

My mom stood up and shut the refrigerator. "We're all out of vegetables.. I don't get it. I want to make your dad fresh chicken noodle soup. We also need to do groceries." I nodded making my way toward the double sliding glass doors that led to the backyard. "Ah ah ah, where are you going?" my mom questioned. I gestured toward the backyard with my book. "To read in a blissful environment where I don't have to hear Chris watching Anchor Man at full volume."

"What's that store you went to for me the one day," she rotated her finger around as if that would help jog her memories. "you said it was cheaper than the ones around here."

"Pachecho's.." the word fell out of my mouth. My mom snapped her fingers and nodded. "That's it. That's the one. Do you think you can give me a hand?"

"I mean this feels like an option so I'm gonna go with no." My mom made a face that told me she was giving me an option but my choice didn't really matter. "Go start the car. I'm gonna go ask your dad what else he wants."

I let out a groan and made my way outside. There was no doubt that if I ran into Zayn, he would definetely think I'm a stalker.

I unlocked the car from the porch and saw Camila reading on hers. Wise minds think alike. I made my way down to the car. "Camz." she looked up and waved. I pulled the car door open and started the car up. "Where are you going in your moms car?" her voice was closer than I expected. I turned around and she was already in the street on her way over. "I'm not driving anywhere, my mom is but I'm being forced to go too."

"Ooo where are you going? Can I tag along?" she asked.

"Yes! Please do. We're going to Pacheco's."

"And why do you sound so down in the dumps about that? Is Zayn not working today?" she teased.

"He is working today and that's the problem."

"Where's the problem? I'm slightly confused."

"He's going to definitely think I'm a stalker." Camila made a face and laughed.

"So? Harry thinks I'm a stalker low key and I could care less because I am, but I'm the cutesy stalker who would never in a million years take the stalking to like his house or something. It's middle school crushing," she tried to justify it.

"Camila. Are you coming too?" my mom called out from the porch.

"Can I?" she asked.

"Of course. Even more hands to help me bring groceries in later."

My mom talked mine and Camila's ears off the entirety of the car ride, asking me what I was doing for my nineteenth birthday and telling me if I had no plans she'd figure something else out. I had no plans but I'd figure something out on my own.

"I want to make you a home made cake. I know you used to love that funfetti kind," my mom said.

"Mom," I laughed. "My birthday is in a two weeks."

"I know but I like to be prepared, and everything here is so well priced. Can you go and grab the cake mix, three boxes and some icing of your choice, and I'm going to go find those frozen perogie things." And with that, my mon and the cart were off.