Connie and I were both half way through our fourth movie of the night when she decided to start crying again.
I crawled over to the other side of the couch and wrapped my arms around her, letting her bury her face in the crook of my neck. I tried to calm her down by telling her it was okay, but she just shook her head.
"What am I gonna do?" She hiccuped. "I can't face him after what I did!"
"Con, you've got to get a hold of yourself. I'm sure you can discuss this problem with him reasonably," I sighed.
As much as I loved Connie, I was never good at giving advice. She knew that too, but neither of us had anyone better to go to when we're upset. If one of use was upset and came to talk to the other we wouldn't actually talk, more like drown our sorrows in pizza and ice cream while watching a cheesy movie. Kind of like how we are now.
"No, I don't want to, I can't look into those brown eyes without crying and messing everything up," She continued to sob.
We were quiet for a few minutes, the only sound made were Connie's sobs and her sudden gasps for air.
"You know, maybe I wouldn't be in this mess if you would've just came along," she spoke quietly, almost like she didn't want me to hear her.
I pulled myself off the couch abruptly and began heading out of the living room.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm clearing the garbage up," I lied, not picking up a single taco wrapper on my way towards the kitchen.
I heard her feet padded quickly against the floor before her arms swooped over my shoulder and her body weight leaned on my back.
I let out a grunt, leaning on the wall of the hallway by the kitchen to keep balance as Connie nuzzled her face in between my shoulder blades.
"I'm sorry, I'm not mad at you so please don't be mad at me," Connie said in between her sobs.
"You sure did sound mad," I mumbled, dropping my gaze to my bare feet and sighed.
"I'm just upset, please, Maia, I'm sorry. Don't be mad," Connie begged like a child begging her mom.
"I'm not mad," I whispered to clarify, pinching the bridge of my nose like I had a headache, "just don't pin the blame on me."
"I wasn't trying to," Connie assured, "I'm just really upset and my mind is jumbled up with negative things and- and," she said quickly without catching her breath and hiccuping in the end after her loss for words.
She had a tight grip around my shoulders and she was kind of weighing me down so I tried leaning more forward to stay on my feet. The back of my shirt is almost as soaked as my sleeve since she cried so much on both.
She was so delicate, it aches my heart knowing how fragile she could be. It usually takes a lot to get Connie to cry so I guess this whole thing was pretty much a huge deal that she can't even mentally take it.
"I need your help, Maia," was what Connie said, but she obviously meant something else.
She claims to need my help but what she was actually saying was I want you to stay quiet while I cry my heart out for a while, don't do anything strange.
Nobody needed my help. I was just there to hold them. No one actually needs me since I'm no help at all. I'm better off not existing in these situations.
I hummed in response, giving her a vague answer since I already knew what she actually meant.
"I'm sorry, Maia. I'm never want us to fall apart," Connie said in a subdued voice.
I nodded slowly although I don't think she can see me, "don't apologize."
"Martin-" The voice of a woman was cut off.
Perfect. Timing. Martin.
When Dad's home, it obviously means that there's a dog with him too.
"Jan..." Dad moaned. I feel so disgusted, I just want to ruin this moment they were having right now, but I don't want to have to look at them.
It must be really awkward for Connie. She still giving me a tight hug and her face was hidden as we stood by the kitchen doorway. Dad and Janet were making out just to our left but we didn't have to look to know that.
"Should we head upstairs?" Janet mumbled. Disgusting.
"We'll never make it, the living room couch is closer," he said in between kisses. I felt my cheeks flush red, this is so embarrassing.
Connie pulled away and we both shamefully turned to face them as they paused by the living room doorway.
They were feeling every inch of each other and I can feel the tacos and some other stuff come back up.
I cleared my throat, making them jump and Janet almost throwing Dad away from her.
"Maia, I-uh-we-" Dad struggled to find the correct words to phrase what was going on, but he really didn't have to. Janet just stood there, not the slightest hint of shame on her face, unlike my Dad, who looked like he was about to cry.
"I'm gonna go home now," Connie pushed passed me. She turned around at the front door, "I'll call you later," she waved before she left, leaving me alone with Dad and Janet in an awkward silence.
I was the first to break the silence, "I'm going to bed now," I began walking away slowly, only to have him grab me by the wrist and pull me back.
"Maia, we need to talk," he scratched the back of his neck with his other hand.
"There's nothing we need to talk about," I answered calmly, pulling my hand away from him, not liking it when he touches me.
I walked away again and he didnt try stopping me anymore, I walked upstairs, ignoring my Dad as he called for me to come back, "Maia, this is no game. I never know whats going on with your life anymore, we need to talk."
I stopped on the landing halfway and looked down at them before saying it quietly but loud enough for them to hear, "that's not where you stand anymore," I continued ascending the stairs peacefully since they finally gave up on me for now and then entered my room.
Locking the door, I went over to my bed and fell back onto it. I don't know how long I was staring at the ceiling, but I slowly started to drift off into sleep.
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I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing.
Recalling the events of last night, I found myself being too bothered to even change into more comfortable clothes, last night.
I groaned, as the person trying to call just wouldn't give up and hang up and wait for me to call back later.
Only one person was this persistent.
I rolled over and reached over to my side table grabbing my phone and answering it without even checking the caller ID.
"What?" I groaned hoarsely.
"Well, good morning to you too, sunshine," he chuckled.
"What do you want Calum?" I groaned again, not really in the mood for him.
"To know when are you giving back whats mine?" He laughed.
I sighed, but of course Calum would ask about his precious Delilah, "Calum, its like 6 AM. Do you have to ask about this now?"
"Dude, its like half past eleven," he laughed. Again.
"What?" I sat up suddenly, looking at the digital clock on my bedside table. It read '8:27', "Calum," I was getting tired of his attitude.
He laughed so hard, I heard whoever was in the same room as him tell him to shut up.
"Maia," he whined.
"Calum," I replied less enthusiastically.
"I miss her," he stated.
"Well you can have her back when I don't need her anymore."
"And when's that?" He asked.
"After the school year is over," I deadpanned, enjoying ruining Calum's day at the very beginning.
"What the fuck? I can't drive my own car for about 10 months?" He was clearly upset, but I'm not done until he starts begging.
"Uh huh..." I said plainly.
"Maia, come on," I didn't answer him. "I know you're kidding. Stop playing games," I didn't reply. "Maia, please. I'm down on my knees."
"No you're not," I said, not believing him for a second.
"Please, Maia, I'm begging you. I need her. Please, please, please," he pleaded.
"I don't know, you still owe me."
"I'll pay you back in some other way, please? Pretty pretty please?" He's getting annoyed, I can sense it in his tone.
"Maybe not."
"Please, please, please, please..." it took him about 20 more please's to get me to crack.
"Alright, fine!" I gave in, "take your damn car and stop being such a whiny little bitch," I snapped suddenly, startling myself since it was still morning and I haven't yelled in so long.
"Thank you! I promise I'll pay you back somehow," he assured me.
"Yeah," I sighed, falling back onto my bed and staring up at the blank ceiling.
"I'll come over and pick her up tomorrow, bye!" And with that he hung up. It kind of irritated me knowing that he only called me for his car.
This sort of thing happens a lot but I don't want people calling me because they want something all the time.
I kind of wish we could've held a stronger conversation if he was going to call so early in the morning.
I let the phone drop to my side, and thought about everything and nothing.
The thought of school starting in less than a week gave me a headache and made me want to scream at the same time. I didn't hate school, I just didn't enjoy it.
My thoughts flowed in and out like a wave hitting the shores and pulling back. But one thought bothered me the most.
I had no books to read.
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Yay, update!!! You've been introduced to more characters, you'll see more of them too. But I'm sorry I didn't introduce Luke yet. I just need time. He has a special chapter :)
I may update again soon today, so lookout for that too.
- mack ( 'en cheese)