Talk About the Direct Approach...

Chapter Thirty-One: A heart to heart in the Macy's dressing room

*Macy's POV*

"PIZZA'S DONE!" Cassia screams, jumping up from her seat and running towards the pizza parlor. I shake my head at the girl. Though I'm glad the pizza is finally done, she's been whining about being hungry for the past ten minutes.

A minute later she comes in with the pizza box open, her nose practically pressed against a slice.

"It's been so long," she says dramatically.

I laugh as she sets the box on the table. When Marissa reaches for a piece, Cassia slaps her hand.

"That's my piece."

Marissa rolls her eyes and grabs the next piece.

I had to get out of the house today. I was afraid I could possibly go insane if had to watch more daytime television. And I forced Bethany along with me. Cassia and Marissa offered to drive, and now we're settled in the food court eating pizza.

Tami is under what I'm calling house arrest. Trenton refuses to let her out of his sight. It makes me think that maybe we should have just told him when Tami got fat. That way she wouldn't be doing anything anyways. He's taking up my skinny, active Tami time.

I grab a piece from the box and take a bite, before turning to Cassia.

"So, Cassia..." I trail off.

"Don't," she stops me, already predicting what I'm about to ask.

"Come on!" I whine. "I didn't awkwardly walk in on yours and Luke's make out session just for you to hold out on all the details!"

"I don't wanna talk about it," she grumbles, crossing her arms over her chest, her half eaten slice of pizza still hanging from her hand.

"The poor guy has been in Romeo mode ever since then, and she's skillfully ignoring him," Marissa informs me. "Seriously. He left a dozen roses on our doorstep, with a completely plagiarized poem. But it was really sweet."

"Aww!" I gush. Cassia cringes.

"It was way too cheesy for me. He lost points for that one."

I roll my eyes. "You're so unromantic it's ridiculous. Be a stereotypical girl, have a freaking The Notebook movie marathon and cry."

"I laughed during that movie," she says indignantly.

"She's heartless, you'll never get through to her," Marissa says, shaking her head at her twin.

"I am not! I just don't like all that cheesy romance shit."

"Heartless."

"I will slap you," Cassia threatens. I notice Bethany's eyes widen a little at the sudden threat, and I have to laugh quietly. I might have been shocked too, if I wasn't already accustomed to the pair.

"Do it," Marissa taunts.

"I will."

"I'm waiting."

"Prepare yourself."

"Bring it."

"Guys-" I start to interject, but Cassia picks up a slice of pizza and slaps Marissa with it before I have the chance. Marissa gasps and returns the slap with one of her own, using her slice.

I rub my temples as they start arguing. And I thought I was immature. Bethany, who had been quietly nibbling at her slice, is staring in horror at the scene, her cheeks red from embarrassment. I notice we've gained some unwanted attention, and my face heats up as well.

"Would you two stop?" I hiss loudly, grabbing Cassia's wrist to stop her from slapping Marissa again. She stops and looks at me, and I fight the urge to smile at the sauce smeared across her cheeks. "Behave while I go get you two some napkins." I point my fingers at them warningly, and after glaring at each other, they nod.