I need you, I need you, I need you

chapter 48-pixie dust

December 3rd, 2019
Rachel's p/v
Nigel and I woke up extra early this morning to pick up a few goodies from the store. I had originally woken up around 5 am, per usual. I was on my phone with my earbuds on to not wake the others up. Nigel then woke up and noticed that I was awake. He then pitched me the most brilliant prank idea. We're now executing the said plan. We also picked up donuts!
"Stand behind so Hector doesn't see."
I quietly walk over to him. This is going to be golden.
"Ok, you ready?"
I nod. Nigel plays the sound of a fire alarm on his phone. Darry shoots up and Nigel hits his face with a pillow.
"What?" Kyle groans. He rubs his eyes.
Hector also rubs his eyes. Sucker, we put shaving shaving cream on his hands.
"WHY THE FUCK AM I UPSIDE DOWN?"
I run over to Nigel and high five him. Darry gets up and walks over to Kyle.
"They did us all dirty what am I stepping on?"
I start laughing. "Look for yourself."
Darry looks at the ground. He lifts up his foot. A plate with a donut! Now the chocolate is on his sock.
"Should've slept barefoot." Nigel says.
"And let you get access to my dogs? Nah, in your dreams."
"Who's getting me down?"
Nigel and I look at each other. We nod and run out the room. We high five each other. Golden I say!

Mary's p/v
I spent the entire night trying to guess Darry's decision. It was a waste of my time for so many reasons. #1, why would he even go to my party? And #2, I shouldn't even be worrying about that. It's not my birthday yet but today is my party, it's my day. And to celebrate my day, I picked out the cutest outfit ever. White long sleeve top, black cropped leather jacket, dark blue denim mini skirt, white knee high socks, black Harley Davidson belt, and my black loafers. My cousins and I agreed to wear white and black today-well at least for the morning. They're going to help me pick up a few things for my party. One of them is bringing their friend. I hope he's cute, or at least my type.

Rachel's p/v
I splash water onto my face. Alright, skin care is done. Now I get to sit back and relax enjoy my morning...who am I kidding. I got Declan waiting for me outside. He wasn't kidding when he said he was going to call me later. Obviously, I didn't pick up. Obviously, he came to me.

I walk out of the bathroom. Darry and Declan are talking at the table.
"You let him in?"
"The kid was freezing out there!"
"Don't you have the day off to enjoy? Shopping at the mall perhaps?"
"You just get out of jail and are already being pushed away." He jokes. I smile and hug him. He grabs his car keys and leaves.
"Alright, you got me where you want me. What can I do for you." I cross my arms.
"Breakfast at my place? To make everything up to you."
"I believe you have an uno game to attend to with Sage and Jasmine."
"I promise I didn't know you were there! I'm sorry I didn't answer your phone call, I was head deep into the project for film. I was a bad best friend. You needed me and I didn't check up on you. Please forgive me."
I uncross my arms. "Breakfast at your place you said?"
Declan smiles. I crack a smile too. Like I said, I'm forgiving everyone these days.

If only these fashion magazines editors can see me now. Black crop top, blue mom jeans, Tyler's vintage leathers men jacket, and my black docs. I be pulling up in style.
"Hey Dec, where's your bathroom?"
"Did you just call me Dec?"
"Ok, where's your bathroom, lan?"
"Upstairs, second door on your right."
"Can you show me? I'm bad at directions."
"It's literally in front of the mezzanine."
"What's a mezzanine?"
Declan sighs. "Follow me."

Declan's place is your average middle class two story house. He has a small backyard with a pool and a barbecue. His front lawn is mostly occupied with a huge water fountain, and a swing on his porch. The biggest room in his house is the living room. Other than that, it's average. But the upstairs is scary. Who even needs a spiral staircase?

I shake my hands in front of Declan's face. Water is flying everywhere!
"I made yummy brunch and this is how you repay me?"
"Correction, we made yummy brunch."
"Yeah, we. Let's grub."
I grab my plate and walk over to the table. Declan immediately starts digging.
"Take a picture of me with my art piece please."
I grab Declan's phone. He doesn't even look at the camera, just down at the plate.
"Say cheese!"
"Artists do not say cheese. They are the cheese."
"So inspirational."
"I know right!"