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A/N: I said I'd finish my other stories but I couldn't help it. So let me know whether I should continue you this or not people, you know I love the reviews, also I'm looking for a beta, so if you wanna beta the story let me know. Pictures will be on profiles soon. 3
Macy's POV
Where everybody knows your name… and they're always glad you came… I switched off the TV, bloody ironic stupid song. Exactly three days ago my mother sat me down and told me that she had officially signed the papers. They were divorced. It was finalised. Noelle Grayson, and Boden Wesley were separated; they even had different surnames now. I sat still for god knows how long, allowing everything to sink in, listing things in my head, counting the windows, the patterns of the rug, the china dolls my grandmother had given me shortly before her death.
"Macy…" my mother whispered hesitantly, I closed my eyes, attempting to shut her out, if it hadn't been for cotton eyed Joe, I'd been married a long time ago, where'd he come from, where'd he go, where'd he come from cotton eyes Joe. Everyone laughed when I told them that, this was my parents 'song', the one they danced to at their wedding. To be honest, I liked that it wasn't something traditional, it wasn't the song that played when they met, it wasn't something that symbolised their relationship. It was them. Completely bonkers, through and through- "Darling, say something." My mother continued to persist.
"It's over." I breathed, she nodded, the worst thing was that they ended on good terms. I know that seems mad, crazy even, but it made it even harder to digest, Noelle, my mother, told me it was a conflict of interest. I wanted someone to blame, but their wasn't my mother understood my fathers predicament. I disliked that word, that someone's sexuality was a predicament. My father was gay. He'd met someone, Wyatt something, I didn't listen after that. My father was gay; which I suppose in London, my hometown, could give me instant street cred… well in Camden at least. But that was beside the point, I didn't care that my dad was gay, I just wanted them to say together, it couldn't get worse. And then with three little words it did.
"We're leaving London." My mother stated, pushing back her chair, picking up her coffee mug and walking hurriedly into the kitchen. My head went into super drive mode, trying to make sense of those three words, to put them together in a way, that would mean something else, all I got was a garbled mess. Whilst in reality, I'd stood up and followed her into the kitchen. My mother stood with her back to me, pouring freshly boiled water into a tall, brown coffee cup, dismissing the milk, she took a generous gulp.
"What do you mean we're leaving?" I asked confusion thick in my voice, "we can't leave, this is my home." My mother ignored me, taking another gulp of coffee, then placing the coffee down, she looked around the kitchen, "ahah," she exclaimed, "what do you say, you pour yourself a cuppa, and we Irish this up a bit?" she asked, pulling out a half empty bottle of John Jameson whiskey.
"How about you put the bottle down mother, and answer my question. Where are we going?" I persisted, she waggled her finger at me, emptying half the cup of coffee out of her mug, and then emptying the contents of the whiskey bottle into her mug.
"Your such a kill joy." she teased, picking the mug up, and walking back to the sofa, curling her feet around herself to keep warm.
"Noelle." I hissed, watching as she turned to me abruptly, looking me straight in the eye.
"Don't talk to me like," she replied, in the same tone I had just used, "I'm the mother, and we are going to La Push." she sighed, pulling the throw cushion onto her lap, and taking a gulp of her 'Irish coffee'.
"La Push? I've never heard of it, is it on the coast?" I asked perplexed, my mother rolled her eyes good humouredly. God that womans bi-polar, one moment she's mad, drinking herself into a caffeine alcoholic high, then she's super happy mum.
"It's in Washington, silly, near a little town called Forks."
"Washington!" I shouted, as tears began to fall freely down my face "as in America, as in you wanted to go the furthest you could from London, but Australia wouldn't take you, so you decided on the next best thing. Are you out of your Goddamn mind! What about Boden" I fumed, my head was really starting to hurt, and all I wanted was to curl up in my gay dads' lap, or talk to my best friend. I decided on the latter.
"Your father, and you will call him that, and not by his first name; agreed that we need time away from each other." she stated, grabbing the remote, taking another gulp of her drink, switched on the TV, " we leave in three days." she added, causing me to stop in my tracks, noticing this she continued, "don't start, and bring in the vodka, the good stuff, on your way out." before turning her attention back to the television
"I'm going to call Makenna," I sobbed, chucking the bottle of vodka in her direction, and running up the stairs.
And now I'm here, holding onto my best friend for life, at Heathrow Airport, with my carry on items at my feet. Everything else has already been delivered to the house my mother has bought, I guess I should be grateful that my mum is an interior designer, and had already jetted across to sort everything out. Including school. Eck.
"I don't wanna go," I sob holding on to Makenna, "run away with me?" I hiss, she laughs her mad raven hair, in it's usual frizzy mess, Makenna is stick thing, size 10, and average looking, being her own description, though I say otherwise.
"Maybe out in the La Push jungle, you'll lose all this." she chuckles, poking at my tummy, I giggle, I'm not the skinniest of girls, never have been, a size 14/16 in my clothes, curvy, and a tall 5'8, I carry it well
"Flight 318, departing from Heathrow, to Washington, boarding now." The woman on the loud speaker system states.
"Come on Macy," my mother calls cheerily, "say goodbye… Now." she calls again, see bi-polar or what.
"Quickly open it, I wanna see your face" Makenna begs, so I tear open the package, pulling at the badly wrapped rectangular gift from her bag, with it's dodgy yellow bow on the top and look at it, before bursting into fits of laughter, "do you like it?" she asks
"Just Dance Wii Game. You bitch," I laugh, hugging her tightly, remembering all the fun we had playing this game at Makenna's house, "I love it." I sob, pulling out of our embrace.
"I had to, it sums up all are crazy good times," she weeps, wiping her tears away, "plus, you got lose that muffin top," she chuckles lightly, "I love you girl." I nod back at her sadly, "you gotta go." she states plainly, and I nod again, "I'll miss you, and we'll talk all the time." Makenna promises.
"For sure, my hearts in London," and then on cue, we say our two favourite Joey Tribbiani friends quote.
"London Babyyyyy… How you doin'?" we laugh, and giving each other one last hug, we say goodbye.
"You better be worth this La Push." I mutter under my breath, showing the stewardess my ticket, and boarding the plane.
"It will be." my mother states, having heard me. I give her a tight lipped smile, as the captain tells us we're ready for lift off.
"Goodbye London. Goodbye life." I sigh, closing my eyes, and allowing myself to mourn the life I will never have.
"Macy… Macy, wake up." My mother cries, shaking me awake, "we're here." And I'm so beyond tired that I allow her to drag me around the airport, through baggage claims, into a taxi.
"We'll order something in tonight if you like?" she asks, prompting a reaction, she won't get one, I mumble a incomprehensible reply, and turn around in my seat, "we're almost her sweetie." she satiates, I hum and approval, "you've got the master bedroom by the way." That wakes me up.
"What?" I ask, confused, trying to work out what kind of game she's playing with me, "You've always had the master bedroom." she smiles, and rolls her eyes.
"That was before. When I had someone to share it with." she closes her eyes tightly, and takes a deep breath, "you've got far more belongings than me, and all I need, is a room and a study, so it makes sense." she smiles at me brightly, but it doesn't reach her eyes.
"Look, I know lately, I've been all over the place, " she says, bipolar I add mentally, "but I think this will be good for us Macy, I'm gonna cut down on the drinking, please don't lose your faith in me." she pleads, and it's almost like my old mum is back, the one that chased the scary dreams away, and made me like I could do anything. I cuddle into her.
"Just you and me now mum. We'll make it." I smile, enveloped in her warmth.
"We're here." My mother declares, opening the taxi, door, and paying the man, "come on Macy." she cries, pulling our bags from the trunk, and giving the man a tip. "This is it."
I hardly notice the car drive off because, of the pelting rain, and the house. Almost completely made of wood, ornate, but beautiful. "Come on, you'll get soaked." My mother shouts, running up the front porch steps, and unlocking the door.
"W-o-w. We have porch swings." I sigh, whilst my mum chuckles, pulling me inside and shutting the door.
"Come in you silly girl. Your room, is up the stairs third door on your left, I'll order food, but then it's straight to sleep," I open my mouth to protest, but my mother raises her hand, "no complaining, we've got some of the Quileute boys coming round to help me with the garden. It's a complete jungle out there." she sighs, lost in her thoughts, probably designing her dream garden in her head, and how much it'll cost.
I grab my bags, taking my chance to explore. Third door on the left. Third door on the left. Ahah, here we are. I twist the door knob, and gasp. It's amazing. The walls were a pale shade of green, whilst the slopping ceiling a brilliant, white, with a cream carpet, and en-suite, and a small walk-in wardrobe. Their were emerald curtains, and champagne sofa's, with plush purple cushions, and in the rightmost corner, and mahogany desk, with my laptop on it, and desk light. I opened the curtain up, and bit back a gasp, it was beautiful, and balcony out looking the vibrant La Push forest. Squealing, I jumped onto the fresh, crisp bed sheets, before realising my clothes were wet, and got off.
"I'm ordering Chinese," my mother called up, "the usual?" she asked, I smiled, knowing she knew me well enough to know I had a usual.
"Yeah, Singapore fried noodles, and sweet and sour chicken, thanks."
"Rightio." she replied, going about her business. I opened up my suitcase, walking over to my wardrobe to place my clothes in their, breathless, when I realised my mother had put new clothes in the wardrobe. She really was trying hard. Hanging up my clothes, I grabbed some PJ's, being a black tank top, with the words 'got milk.' written in white lettering, and grey PJ shorts, and walked into the en-suite bathroom. My fluffy grey bathrobe was hanging in their, and towels were pilled in the cupboard, grabbing my bathrobe, and a towel, I stripped on, walking into the shower, and turning it till I got the right heat.
Relaxing, I allowed the water to massage my back, ignoring the pounding in my head, and thinking instead of how hard my mother was trying to make this up to me. I grabbed the shower gel, soaping up, and then grabbed the loofer, and began buffing my body, sighing in content at that clean feeling, before pulling the shower nozzle down to rinse myself. The water trailed down my front till, it hid a spot. I wasn't a prude, I was sixteen years old, and I had masturbated before, just not in the shower; but deciding against it, I hung up the nozzle. Another time maybe.
"Macy. Dinners here." My mother called, slamming shut the front door, and walking into what I presumed would be the dining room.
"Sure, be down in a minute." I called back, drying myself with towel, before pulling on my nightclothes, putting on my bathrobe, and throwing my hair in a messy updo.
"Mmm. Smells good." I sighed as I walked down the stairs, and followed the smell into the kitchen, dinning room. "Mum… the room. It's unbelievable." I sighed, she chuckled, beckoning me over.
"I'm glad you like it darling, but I'm knackered, how do you feel, skipping, this family dinner thing, and eating in our own rooms?" she yawned, I nodded, yawning aswell.
"Sure mum I'm bushed." I replied, kissing her on the cheek, grabbing my food, and making my way back upstairs and into my room. Closing the door and locking it, I slid out of my dressing gown, hanging it on the back of the door, before sitting at my bed, and peeling the silver lid, off the Chinese, moaning in approval as the smell assaulted my nostrils, before I began shovelling the food into my mouth. Chinese for me, was heaven on earth. When I was finished, I rubbed my stomach contentedly, placing the empty food cartons on the bedside table, and stretching.
"Brush my teeth. Or leave it till the morning?" I asked myself, "meh, morning it is." I mumbled, pulling back the satin sheets, and crawling under. "Goodnight London." I sighed, closing my eyes, and drifting off.
A/N: Please review lovelies :) x