IN OUR BONES || EXPLICIT ||

Chapter 4

Our lives don't collide, I'm aware of this.
The differences and impulses and your obsession with
The little things you like stick, and I like aerosol.
Don't give a fuck, not giving up, I still want it all.

- Fools, Troye Sivan

The next morning she woke up with a raging pounding in her head and an ache in her shoulder. With a groan, she got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom.

After her shower she cleared the steam off the mirror and looked into it. Her hazel eyes were more dull than ever. She had bags under her eyes, and her shoulder was hurting. She turned around to observe and frowned when she saw a purplish-blue bruise just above her left shoulder blade.

When did I get it?

She glanced at the brown bird's nest she called her hair, and tried detangling some of it. After she was done with the front she pulled her hair into a pony tail and was done with it for the day.

Just then her stomach rumbled and she knew it was time for breakfast. As she was heading downstairs, her eyes fell upon the grandfather clock in the hallway.

How did I miss it?

The clock read 10:13.

It was fairly early for her, but she didn't mind it much. She went into the dinning room, following the rich aroma of chocolate croissants and pancakes.

"You're late. Breakfast is almost cold" Miranda said as she appeared from the doorway.

Maddison actually did not mind that either, but something told her, voicing that particular thought out loud won't help the sleazy image that Miranda had of her.

Miranda was already at the table. When she saw her, Miranda got up and started preparing her plate. This time Maddy paid keen attention and asked for triple of whatever Miranda was originally planning.

Miranda looked up at her weirdly but kept her mouth shut. She then picked up her plate and started walking back towards the kitchen.

"Oh, please don't mind me. Sit!" Maddy said to her.

Miranda looked back at her and said camly "I am done", and went back to the kitchen.

Trying not to let that dampen her spirits, Maddison ate quickly and went to the living room. There she noticed something she didn't before- a bar near the french windows.

A bar?

The bar was filled with different wines and whiskey bottles. Champagne, Bordeaux, bourgogne, brandy and many more.

Don't the Hudsons preach the non-sinning lifestyle? And she was pretty sure she had never seen Luke drink champagne and expensive whiskey before. After all, he told her time and time again, he was a vodka kind of guy.

She gasped when her eyes fell upon a bottle that seemed to be shining.

It couldn't be.

She squealed when she read the label.

Macallan.

She could recognize that bottle anywhere, after all she kind of had "expensive taste", as Olivia would say.

It was a Macallan 62 year old single malt scotch in Lalique crystal, which was a part of the distillery's partnership with french crystal artisans Lalique. The series included five bottles and each was intricately designed. And one was here.

You are so gonna be filled with coke and Sprite by the end of the summer, baby. She couldn't help but think.

That afternoon she finally decided to explore the town. Miranda drove her to the main square, after some intense begging and warned her that if she was a second late, to be present near the falabella she was dropped at, than 5 in the evening then she better be prepared to walk back, after all she would need to burn off the breakfast.