diary of a living dead girl

date

"What a disaster" Lydia moaned as she slowly fell into the attic chair. Both her specter parents stared at her with thinned mouths. "What's a disaster" Barbara asked, stepping away from the shelf. "Oh just the most horrendous thing imaginable" the mortal sank further into the chair, raising her arm over her head. Adam smiled at her dramatics, touching up his model. "I Lydia Joyce Deetz have a date with the blandest boy in town. The most vanilla, flavorless, creep to eeeever be born" She kicked up her leg and draped it over the armrest. Turning herself so she was laying in the chair now. "Oh a date that sounds nice, oooo I remember my first date ah it was the festival of paint" Barbara sighed in remembrance. "I never took you to the festival of paint" Adam blinked.

The woman looked back at him and he raised his brows. "Ah right other people" he squatted back down to analyze his work. "But It's not my first date, it's not even my first boyfriend" Lydia's statement surprised both Maitland's. They stared at her with wide eyes as she took in a deep breath. "Oh how did this happen, one minute he was all 'hey baby your going to dinner with me' then the next he was all 'listen sugar tits let me take you out, show me what you like' augh." Adam scrunched up his face at the words "sugar tits" he questioned. "Let me tell you something if a man ever called me th-that I would have walked away and never talk to him again" Barbara wagged her finger.

Lydia sank in her spot "you're not listening" she told them. "Yes we are, you have a date with someone who is not your type" the woman summarized. "Alright so maybe you are listening, a disaster" the girl continued. "Alright enough dramatics it's just one date and if you really don't want to go call him and tell him that. You should never be afraid to say no'' the woman told. "Ya I know...He just didn't listen when I said no. For two weeks I've been saying no and he was all 'ya whatever all I hear is yes with attitude, even rescheduled cause he thought I was on my period which I was. But that's no reason to avoid me. He's like this walking cliché of toxic masculinity. If you looked up mansplaining in the book I'm sure he'd be in the college of know it all men" she rambled. "So cancel" Barbara told her.

"Ya I think I will....though the idea of him digging gives its own satisfaction" The couple blinked at her, not understanding what she was talking about. She suddenly shot up from the seat. Hoping off the arm rest and turning towards the door. "Well it has been sometime since I've been out and it would be a nice distraction from all the school work" she pondered out loud. "Eh and if he gets that date maybe he'll stop, realizing I don't put out on the first date" she tapped her palm as she spoke. "Lydia, that's so viol" Adam gasped. "You shouldn't let your first be with someone you barely know, your first time should be special and with the one you love and trust" Barbara turned to her husband and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"First time?" Lydia questioned, looking around in confusion. "Oh Barb our honeymoon" Adam gushed like he didn't hear her. The mortal's eyes widened in shock as her eyebrows shot up "Honeymoon" she repeated. "Wait did you just question the first time?" Barbara asked, turning to look at the girl. "Did you lose your virginity on your honeymoon?" she asked. The room became silent as the three stared at one another. No one answered the asked questions that sat in the air. After a moment Lydia took in a deep breath. "Right well I have a date to get ready for" she spoked, looking away from them. She turned to walk to the stairs leading down. She exhaled her shock at the facts she just found out.

She walked to the bathroom. Stepping in and locking the door she went to turn the water on. Being careful with her bruised palms. She looked her hands over. She stuck out her bottom lip in annoyance at the darkened skin. "I bruise too easily," she told herself. Standing up straight to remove her clothes. She took off her uniform jacket and draped it over the mirror. Hiding her reflection from herself for the meantime.

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After her shower Lydia went to her room to change. Opening her mobile closet she pushed the clothes around looking for anything in red. But she had nothing, red wasn't really her color. She preferred black. "Pf of course. Augh I can't believe I'm gonna do this" she groaned to herself. She bit her lip as she looked at her door in debate. She took in a deep breath and stared out in mild annoyance. She closed her closet then headed out of her room. She walked down the hall. all the way passed the study to Delia's sculpture room. She stepped inside the messy un-ordered place with half finished works all over the place. She leaned against the door frame and waited for the woman to notice her.