↞watercolors↠ ||m.c.

may

*painfully unedited*

oh em gee another chapter whaaat ive been working on this on an off all day
Well bye bc y'all don't want to here me yapping

eloise madeline beatrice stevens

a shrill duck call (aka my ring tone) screeches from my phone and light shoots from my screen. i groan and scrunch my eyes shut, burying my face in my pillow. my hand blindly pats the nightstand for my phone and i squint, attempting to see the answer button. my finger taps it and the speaker button.

michael's voice answers.

"hey! guess what, elll!" he calls.

"jesus, michael what do you want at..." i check the time. "1:47 in the morning?!" i groan impatiently.

"uhm," there's some shuffling at the other end. "i'm um, kinda in prison. and a teeny weeny bit drunk," he replies.

i groan loudly.

"come pick me up?" he asks innocently.

"michael-" i start.

he cuts me off. "pretty pretty please louise."

"call one of your other friends," i whine.

"clum the asian one is in a far away land and lukey is at work and ashy hates me and i don't have any other friends cuz all i do is play video games," he explains.

"fine i'll be there soon," i mutter.

"thank youuu boo," he slurs and i roll my eyes, slowly getting up from my warm bed. my bare feet come in contact with the plush carpet and i stiffly yawn and stretch. i shrug off my soft pikachu onesie and put on the first thing on my floor. a wrinkled hollister sweatshirt swims on my petite frame and the tight grey thigh high socks cling to my pale chicken legs. i throw my hair into a messy bun as i run out the door. a throbbing pang of sadness hits my heart unexpectedly when i realize that the sweatshirt i'm wearing is alex's. my ex. the comforting musky smell of his cologne is slowly fading, just like the taste of his lips and the image of his warm smile. his warm embrace. i remember everything.

memories of meeting his parents replay in my head and dancing in the rain at a dumb concert he wanted to take me to. our fail of a first date. babysitting his little sister and making out while she wasn't in the room. his junky pick up truck. our love was like the love in stupid books and movies. like the love in fanfictions. beautiful.

i realize i've already made it to the jail by now and i'm aimlessly driving in circles, looking for a parking spot in a vacant lot. i park sideways in a handicapped spot and turn of the ignition. i've never even seen a handicapped parking place in use so why not occupy a lonely slot.

i speed walk into the building, anxious to leave and get back to bed. i quickly spot michael slumped in a corner talking an officer's ear off. the officer looks relieved to see me drag michael away from his responsibility. "he's all yours," he says, nearly shoving the dazed boy in my direction. i grab michael's wrist and we immediately head out.

"louise!!!" he screeches, engulfing me in a tight hug. "i'm a little bit tipsy," he whispers into my ear and i have to bite my lip to keep a smile from crossing my face. i wiggle out of his grip and we hastily leave the station just as quickly as i came.

"what the fuck did you even do?" i ask.

"i went to this dope party and then i found this pool so i decided to swim. but the popo says no swimming alone at night," he explains and i grunt.