Take What You Want

I freeze and raise my shoulders up with a small smile. "Sorry?" I squeak out, he raises an eyebrow at me and then doesn't seem to hardly acknowledge me being there.

Well then. "Dad wrote you this," He says, turning to his mom and pulling an official letter out of the back pocket of his blue jeans.

Despite the fact that he was dressed like a normal person, I could tell he had money out the butt. He had this clean cut and high society air about him. From his ruggedly styled hair to his sneakers.

Maybe somebody who hadn't been trained to smell money like sharks smell blood wouldn't have noticed it, but sadly my mother's lessons just seemed to stick.

"Alright, thank you," Macy replies, but she just tosses it on the table like she wasn't thankful at all. Almost distastedly in fact. She looks at her son again, smiles, and pulls him into another hug. He towers over her, but in surprise hugs her back. You'd think he'd never been hugged by a parent before.

I stood there awkwardly on the staircase watching there exchange. I wondered if I should go somewhere else but then I realized, it's not my house! I can't just wonder around whenever and wherever I wanted. That's weird.

Yeah, because creeping on them is SO much better.

Finally, Macy seemed to notice me still clinging to my ruined dress. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Lissa. Here," She reaches her hand out for it and I pass it to her silently. "I'll just tuck this in the dryer for you real fast and when it dries you can go home." She looks at the stain on the dress again. "You should probably bleach it when you get there, too."

I give her a distasteful look and speak out of the side of my mouth, "Really?" I hate laundry, and I can hardly work the stupid washing machine as it is.

Even back before we had any money at all, which actually isn't that long ago, I still was never capable with technology or machinery.

Believe it or not, for ninety percent of my life I was raised like everybody else except with a below average income. Then my Father scored a great job at a company who was competing for the most successful company in the world. It took a few years but my Dad managed to worm his way up the chain of command to where he is now, a favor of the two owners and sitting happily on their board of consultants. Happily; because of the all the cash they stuff into his pockets.

My parents just like to pretend that they've always been as successful as they are now. I know better.

Macy laughs. "I forget, you are about as capable with machinery as I am with finding decent men. Don't worry, I'll call your mother later and ask her to do it for you." I opened my mouth to thank her but before I can she interrupts me, "Now, I suppose we should find you some shorts, too." I notice her eyeing the shortness of her Noah's shirt on me. I automatically become self-conscious and tug at the bottom, trying to pull it down over my legs some more.

I see Noah's eyes flicker to them, and then he looks at my face again like he just realized my existence. Pig.

"Sorry, what?" I bite my tongue when I realize once again I've spoken out loud. Noah tilts his head to the side and watches me with a challenging look.

Challenge accepted, punk. "Oh, nothing." Oh, if Macy wasn't there, I so would've ripped that boy a new one! Maybe.

"Noah?" Macy intervenes. Saved by the mom. "Do you have some boxer shorts that Elissa could-?"

"No!" I interrupt. Suddenly everybody's eyes are on me and I feel like slapping myself on the forehead. My cheeks flush bright red. "Uh, no, no. Really, that's okay."

Noah turns to Macy. "Yeah, Mom. I really like this look," He tells her and winks at me with the eye on the side of the face turned away from his mother.

I make a face at him and stick my tongue out. Mid-facial expression I see Macy staring at me like some circus freak, "Dear, is there something wrong with your face?"

Oh, God, what have I done? "Oh-uh, I, uhm." I give up and just give a nervous laugh.

She gives me a nod of her head but her look of 'the fuck did I just witness?' doesn't leave her face. "Noah, find her some shorts, please." It's not a suggestion this time. Lovely, now I can wear his underwear, too. Will this day never end?