When You Leave →Luke Hemmings←{Slow updates}

10

Stella woke up the next morning with a sticky-note stuck to her forehead.

Wake the fuck up and help me make breakfast~Nemoly

She looked up, and saw Emily struggling to microwave pizza rolls. She rolled her eyes playfully, even though she knew that Emily couldn't see. She stood up and got out of bed, her bare feet touching the soft, aqua area rug beneath her. She walked over to Petezza,--who had slept in the space between Emily's neck and shoulder--petting him softly. He purred and rubbed himself on her leg, causing her to run a hand over the furless patches on his back. She grimaced, pulling away from the kitten, only to pet it again, due to its cuteness.

She washed her hands and rinsed her mouth with water in the bathroom before heading to the kitchen. Emily opened the kitchen's lime green cupboard before pulling out white plates and setting them on the bar. What was cool about the bar, was that it had cute things painted on all sides, like little anime pizzas and ice cream, or little anime cupcakes and cookies, chocolate bars--everthing! It was amazing.

She poured the tub full of pizza rolls onto both her and Stella's plate.

"Dig in!" She smiled as Stella sat down.

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Meanwhile, back at the Arcamedes' house, Tom was practicing a song on his violin. There was a girl he was trying to impress by the name of Piper. She was beautiful, with long, brown hair and big, grey eyes. She was so perfect, and he needed to get her to notice him. She had asked him for his homework on the twenty-third of October last year, in 2014. He gave it to her, and she just winked. He actually ended up getting an eighty-nine in that class instead of a ninety-eight, because he always gave her his homework. He didn't mind, though, as long as he got to talk to her.

She was completely fascinating, from the way that the sides of her eyes would crinkle when she smiled, to the way that she always seemed to have something to laugh about. He'd always liked when she'd have her hair up, but her now ex-boyfriend--the school's best wrestler, Hunter--always ended up pulling the band that kept her perfect hair up down when they'd make out every single day before the bell rang for first period.

He wanted to ask her to Prom this year. When he found out the other day that she was single, he was ecstatic. Now was his chance to amaze her and win her heart. He had to be careful, though, he didn't want to get his ass kicked by Hunter--Hunter was a huge motherfucker.

He sighed, putting his violin down. He walked into the kitchen, calling to his mom.

"What?" She asked, sounding irritated.

"Whoa, chill out, mom. I'm hungry."

She ran a hand through her long hair, frustrated.

"I'm waiting on your sister to get home. I locked her out yesterday, because of her disobedient behaviour, and she should be back by now, it's almost--" she paused and glanced at the digital clock on the stove.

"Two in the afternoon. Do you think she's okay?"

Tom shrugged. "I saw her yesterday, she was with Jamie at Goldberg's."

Prudence's eyes widened. "The club?! She was at a club?!"

"Yeah." He said nonchalantly, "She was with some other girl, too. It's no big deal, though. I swear I kept an eye on her. Until she left. Who knows why she isn't home. It wasn't a good idea to lock the door, though. What if something happened to her? You're supposed to be her mom, mom. She counts on you. And for you to just lock her out? Bad call. I mean, if I were her--"

"Thomas! Shut up!" She cut him off. "Shut up. I thought that she would knock and apologize! I wanted her to say 'I'm sorry!" She sat down on a stool, leaning her elbows on the counter, laying her head in her hands. "I'm such a bad mom."