Alright folks! I come bearing an update. Whoo!
The next chapter should be when school finally starts. More flashbacks on the way and possibly (maybe) some FaBerry. Hopefully. ;D
Now for those of you who haven't figured it out yet, 'Flashbacks' will be explained as looking like 'this'. Where as present dialogue looks like "this"
Did I confuse people? Sorry.
I prefer that way of doing it so I didn't have to mess with italics. Italics can be a tricky bastard when you have it designated for more than one thing. Well for me that is. :)
Well anyways...
Enjoy!
I know I need something, because the grind is just burning me out. ~Henry Rollins
My mom is going to kill me.
She's going to throttle me like a chicken, sobbing all the while and make me feel guilty like only my mother can.
And then she's going to kill me.
I'm so dead.
I look hot, but that won't mean shit if she murders me.
But yeah…wow.
Okay I guess I should explain huh?
See. It all started with an epiphany. A brilliant, albeit reckless epiphany.
Well going back three weeks from now, I had suddenly gotten the idea that it sure would be swell to modify my body in some way. Pushups weren't going to cut it this time. Holes would work right? So I thought hey Quinn why not get a piercing? Its what most rebellious teenagers are doing. Plus Russell never let me get one. I asked for my 14th birthday to get a second ear piercing next to the one on the bottom and he nearly had a shit fit. He kept spewing scripture and telling me that I was on my way to looking like those children. He never quite explained to me who 'those' children were and what was so wrong with them that they had to be emphasized with so much disdain. But anyways, I decided to get a piercing. Where on my body would this piercing take place? Well I'm so glad you asked because not even a minute later I had thought of the perfect place.
My nose. Or well Russell's nose, if you want to be technical. And now that I think about it wouldn't it be like defacing private property?
…hmmm….Don't know. Don't care.
So being perfectly legal and full of my new outlook on life yada yada yada I thought to hell with it and researched the nearest tattoo parlor. I mean most of them did piercings right?
Yeah I was fairly new to the whole rebellion thing.
So that same day I grabbed breakfast on the way out, kissed my mother goodbye, telling her I'd be back in a few hours. She gave me a look but said nothing and nodded her head. I looked away from her and slung my arms in the sleeves of my hoodie, donned my new shades and chucked my car keys in my purse on the way out the door. I had a little pep in my step which I can't say I've done very often (or at all) and got in my car. The tattoo parlor was downtown as per the directions from the MapQuest I printed out. It was a little difficult to find only because of its size. It was tucked away between a deli market and a little café. But its store front was so…normal, I nearly missed it. It wasn't grungy looking or shady in any way. Huh.
Its clean, I thought as I strode in the parlor, the little bell ringing cheerfully, alerting someone of my entry.
I took a look around the store for a few minutes, inspecting all the photos of previous tattoo work and other freehanded tattoo art. I was impressed. And a little envious of the photos of tattooed body parts.
I've always wanted a tattoo. Years ago, I had entertained the idea of getting one once I had moved out from under my father's thumb. But I knew deep down that it would never happen. I would be too scared of the possibility of my father finding out about it.
But I'm not under his thumb anymore. And I'm 18 now and there's nothing anyone can do to stop me. I can already hear the sinister laughter echoing in my head as I smiled at the perfect tattoo for me on the wall.
'Can I help you?' A voice asked from behind me. I jumped, snapping quickly out of my thoughts. The pretty brunette chuckled. 'Sorry. Di'n't mean to startle you or nothin'.' I shook my head and smiled.
"No you're fine. Just got caught up in my thoughts I guess.'
She smiles and looks me over, lingering for a moment longer than was probably deemed appropriate on my chest. I lifted an eyebrow.
She finally looks at me and smiles. 'So's there anythin' I can do you for today?'
'Yes actually there is. I was hoping I could get a nose piercing.'
She cocks her hip to the side and holds her hand there. 'Really? Huh. Coulda swore you for a tatter.' She said surprised.
I looked at her confused. 'A what?'
'Well you were smiling like crazy at the picture on the wall. I figured you were gonna get a tat.' She smirks, leaning her side on the wall with her arms folded.
I ducked my head, hiding my blush behind my wild blonde hair. Why was I blushing?
'Um no. I mean I'm not sure. I um…'
'First timer?'
I smile around a grimace. 'That obvious huh?'
'Only to me. But I'm just good that way.'
I chuckled at that. She was doing wonders for my nerves. I hadn't realized how wound up I had gotten over getting a simple puncture to my nostril.
I smiled. 'Uh-huh. Well to be honest I'm still undecided about inking my body permanently for the rest of my life.'
'Well when you make it sound all negative like that o' course its gonna sound like a bad idea.'
'It's a life altering idea.'
'Only if you make it feel heavy like that.
'Well how is it supposed to feel?'
'Like somethin' beautiful, fun, and personal. Or ya know stupid if you're into doin' reckless shit.'
I pursed my lips and looked away.
'So you up for it?'
I look at the image on the wall and imagine it branded on my skin, drawn so beautifully against the plains of my back and ribs. I open my eyes and look at the woman in front of me.
'Lets do it."
She smiles and gestures for me to follow her.
'So just out of random curiosity. How's your threshold for pain?'
I thought of child birth, Sue Sylvester, and watching Finn Hudson's failed attempts at dancing…
'Pretty high, I guess.' I smiled at her. 'Does that answer your random question?'
She smiles back. 'Ya know, I think it does.' She said winking.
I chuckled. 'Good. So who do I see about all this?' I gestured.
She leads me to the back of the room where a reclined leather chair sat in the center of the room. 'Me.' She opens a few drawers and begins pulling the necessary supplies out.
I looked at her, shocked. 'You?'
'Yeah. Somethin' wrong? And here I thought we were bondin' so well.'
I shook my head. 'No its not that. I was just expecting-'
'A scruffy bearded dude in a leather vest with tats all over his body, a body that unfortunately smells like sweat, motor oil with a subtle hint of urine?'
I stared at her wide eyed and shook my head mutely.
She perks up. 'Oh good because no one like that works here.'
I laugh.
'So why do I get the feelin' like that wasn't the issue?'
'There's no issue. I-I guess I just wasn't expecting someone so…young.'
She quirks an eyebrow but doesn't look up from gathering the supplies. 'How young do you think I am?'
'Uh my…age?'
'And you're how old?'
'18.'
'Oh well that's different. I'm 19 so I'm not that young.'
'You're not that old either.' I point out.
'Thank you. Nothing a girl likes to hear more than that she's too young for menopause.'
I giggled and she smiled.
'See. We really are bondin'. We can swap childhood stories, share hobbies, I tattoo your gorgeous back, you pay me back, and then I crack a joke and boldly ask you for your number. See. Bondin'.
I laughed and held a hand to my mouth. She was hilarious. Oh my-
Wait. My number? Was she—
…oh.
Oh.
'Caught that last part huh? Damn I was hopin' I could sneak that one in ther'.' She snaps her fingers.
'Nope. I heard it.' I laugh
'So that adorable laugh was a yes right?'
I smirked. 'Let's just see how you do on my back first…' I trail off.
'Wow. No pressure or nothin' Way to make a girl sweat.'
I grin as I lay my chin on the leather head rest. 'Its kinda part of my charm.'
Oh my God I was flirting!
Stop it Quinn. You're straight, remember?
Reinvention, remember?
Oh my God! You're considering?
Maybe.
But you're straight. Remember that baby you had like a year and a half ago? Remember Finn? Puck? Sam? Freaking Michel Sherry in the 5th grade?
Yeah well I only dated Michel because his name reminded me of—
Ugh! Ya know what? Fine. Go be merry and gay in a fricken wheat field for all I care. Just think before you do anything else life changing today, alright?
Yes mom.
Ungrateful bit—
'You alright there blondie? You're awfully quiet.'
'Yeah just fine. Got lost in my head for a second but I'm all good.'
'Kay. I'll be sure to send a search party next time I don't hear from you for too long.'
I salute her and she chuckles and gets back to work.
An hour later the buzzing from the pen shuts off and I hear the gentle clang of it being placed on the metal tray. 'There. Done. Looks mighty fine if I do say so myself.'
'Really?'
She nods. 'Actually I was talking about your back but the tat's nice too.'
I shook my head and smiled. She reached for a hand mirror on the table and angled it so I could see from my laying position. I smiled at the image.
Perfection.
'I love it. Thanks so much.'
'No problem, sug.'
I got up gingerly and walked over to the full length mirror and lifted up my shirt and twisted my body around to get a better view.
Sweet.
'How'd I do?'
I smiled at her through the mirror. 'Great. It looks amazing.'
She looks at my reflection for a moment and nods. 'Yup. Sure does.'
I don't really think much of what she said and tilt my head to side, considering her work. I really did love it.
'Well at least its not a gargantuan rendition of Jesus.' Shudders. That portrait in my old room gave me nightmares.
'Could be worse I guess. I coulda tattooed Ryan Seacrest's face on your lower back.'
I look over my shoulder at her and smirk. 'And here I thought you liked me. Some friend you are.'
She chuckles and guides me back to the leather chair and gently applies the gauze pad on top of my newly inked skin.
'You wanted a nose piercing right?'
I nod. 'Yup.'
'Alright. Let me put this stuff away and we'll do it here in just a minute.'
'Take your time.'
She cleans everything up and throws away all the necessary trash in an orange recycled can.
The piercing was done pretty quickly and the next thing I knew I was at the counter paying for my new modifications. I was a very happy customer. In the end the brunette and I did end up exchanging numbers. That is, until I remembered one vital piece of information that's usually necessary when building a friendship. Silly me.
'Oh sorry I didn't catch your name.' I felt like an ass. A royal ass. I can't believe I went this long in this establishment without finding out her name. Though in my defense, its not like she was wearing a name tag.
She smiles and hands over my phone. 'The name's-' …"Q! Get your fat ass down here now! I'm tired of waiting for you. Five minutes of my life is now gone because I'm stuck down here waiting for your ass cheeks to jiggle merrily down those steps! Darse prisa, bitch!"
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my bag and keys and went downstairs.
"Whoa. What's up with your face?" Santana questions, pointing her index finger in my nose's general direction. And let me tell you, my nose did not like being pointed at.
"I don't know. What's up with your breasts?"
"They're filled with awesome. Stop avoiding the question."
"I'm not avoiding anything." I shoot back.
"The fuck you are."
"The fuck I'm not."
"Then where…" She steps closer to me and inches her index finger dangerously close to my nose. "did the hardware come from, huh?"
I narrowed my eyes and glared at her finger. "Get your hand out of my face." I stated calmly.
She smirks amused. "Its not in your face, it's on my hand."
I ground my teeth together. "Then get what's on your hand out of my face."
"Not gonna happen."
"Don't make me punch you in the boob." I threaten.
She laughs. "You'd like that wouldn't you? But with your luck you'd probably wind up with your fist bouncing off my bodacious tatas and smacking you right in the face."
"Or I could just bitch slap you in the mouth." I offer with a lying sweet smile.
"Or I could yank that pretty ring outta your head and make you swallow it."
"Oooh now you're just getting gross."
"Well I gotta catch up with you don't I? You're starting to look like a dirty all-American hippie reject."
"How does that make me gross?"
She shrugs. "Hippies give me the creeps. With their long skirts and their John Lennon glasses and Native American inspired fashion sense." She shudders.
"Now you're just messing with the stereotype. I look nothing like that."
"Oh. Its coming. I can already see the signs. Why else would you need a new look? You've become a child of the flower haven't you?"
"Shut up. You're insanity is beginning to show."
She waves me off. "My hotness is showing. Your bitch is hiding. Give me something better than that."
I rolled my eyes. We argued for awhile longer until Santana finally pulled into a space in the mall parking lot.
"Besides most of them were high off their asses. How could they possibly know how badly they were dressed?"
Santana rubs her chin in contemplation. "You got yourself a good point there Q."
There was a lull in the conversation.
"What were we bitching about?"
I shrug. "No idea."
"Can we go to the mall now or are you guys gonna kiss and make out? I'll stay if that's what's going on."
Santana looked at Brittany. "Its kiss and makeup Britt."
"But there's still kissing right?"
I roll my eyes as Santana looks horrified and shakes her head. "Uh no. Never. A hundred times no."
"Not in this life time…unless I'm drunk."
"Hey close your thighs Q. I'm already taken."
I roll my eyes and groan. "Can we go now for the love of God?"
"Ooh careful there goodie goodie. Wouldn't want the Big Guy to smite you down with another stork delivery." She chuckled. Brittany looked irritated.
"But I thought you said that the stork was on vacation on a sixth month cruise to the Caribbean?"
"Uh well I-"
I giggled in my hand and got out of the car. Thank you, Brittany.
So I have this theory and I'm going wide on this so pay attention.
You listening?
Good.
So I have this theory. My theory is that this whole New!Quinn idea wasn't just going to cut it for this year. It couldn't just stop at a new haircut, a few new body modifications, and an out of character dye job and then cease to evolve. It didn't feel like enough to me. It felt like merely changing my appearance was only the first step to a road untraveled. I needed more.
But what?
I've already cut my hair. I've enhanced my physique far beyond what its ever looked like before. I've scheduled an appointment with Santana's mother to come to my house at 4:30 in the afternoon, the day before school starts so no one would have any opportunity to see me in all my pink glory. And, I'm being dragged to the mall where I'll use that time to go shopping for my new wardrobe. I had plans, as you can see.
A part of me groaned at the thought of being stuck shopping with Santana for the better part of the day. Another part was slapping my whiny inner self upside the head. She was better than nothing. Sure Kurt would have probably come in handy on this journey of self discover in my closet –I mean, helping me with a new look…but I hardly spoke to Kurt. There was no way I could bring myself to just call him up and ask for a favor I had no right in asking for. Its not like I had forgotten the things I had done to him and I very much doubt he has either. I may not have verbally abused him or slandered his sexual orientation but I never stopped the abuse either and that was just as bad. Worse, actually. So in conclusion, I was left to suffer and endure Santana's dirty jokes and her never ending innuendos and her constant whining and her big ass head. Oh yeah. I was in hell.
So what was missing?
"Tell me again why I'm following you around the mall like I'm your bitch."
I groaned softly. Here we go again.
"Cause its funny. I seem to remember...quite clearly that we were going shopping for me. Not you." She points.
I repress the urge to roll my eyes for the thousandth time that afternoon. I was getting a headache. It's a frustrating pressure on my brain that I know oh so well. Santana was a huge whine bag but after years of knowing each other, I was used to it by now. Unfortunately.
"And I repeat, because I need a new look." I try and appeal to her better nature: her larger than life ego. "And because you're a better shopper than I am. You're look is awesome." I hate her clothes. "You're easily the best dressed female I know." Not true.
"This is true." She smirks and taps her chin, as if thinking it over. Ugh. So vain. Though why am I complaining? I have my moments too. I'm So Pretty/Unpretty comes to mind.
"Sanny. We gotta help Quinn. I mean look how awesome and tight her ass looks in those jeans." The blonde gestures to my butt. I quirked an eyebrow at that. I'm not denying it. It did look fabulous. I'm just not used to hearing Brittany cuss. It was weird. "We gotta make her look even better. Sorry Quinn." She looks at me. "I loved your dresses but they were kinda boring." Brittany looks so remorseful that it makes my heart ache. I smile and hug her.
"It's okay Britt. I thought they were kinda boring too."
She beams at being forgiven and tackles me with a hug. I laugh.
"Well well well. If it isn't my favorite inner fat girl."
I smiled, immediately recognizing the voice and turned around. "Hey Lauren."
The teenage wrestler saunters over, each step oozing attitude. I seriously need to learn how she does that. I have the 'bitch in charge' walk. She has the 'bitch don't mess with this or I'll cut you into bite size pieces' walk.
She stops in front of me, and looks me up and down. "You look ripped, Fabray. You've been working out." She wasn't asking, she was commenting. I smirked smugly and flexed my bicep. Lauren looks impressed and uses her index and thumb to inspect its density. She nods approvingly.
"Nice guns, babe. They're almost as good as mine." I laugh and poke her arm, nearly breaking my finger when I misjudge the speed of my finger and the thickness of her bicep. Okay ow. I shake my hand and she smirks.
"Whoa. When did you get those? These weren't in Sylvester demand." Santana looks in awe and squeezes my bicep. I smirk at her shocked expression. Lauren chuckles. Santana squeezes again and I flex my arm between her fingers, making her eyes widen.
"Maldita girl. You're beast."
I grin proudly. "I know."
"Like seriously." she steps closer to me and squeezes again, then lightly caresses my arm. I raised an eyebrow and inch away from her.
"Um okay. I think that's enough groping for you, thanks." I bat her hand away.
She pouts but removes her hand.
"So how's your summer been Lauren?" She shrugs and raises her hand in a 'so so' manner.
"Boring. I can see yours has been more eventful than mine. Whatcha been doing anyways? Roids? Bench pressing Aretha? Roids? Have you been pushing your car to work? Come on. Dish."
"Um I ate all my green veggies and drank my milk like a good little girl."
"Yeah if hadn't heard that story from my folks half a million times. Seriously."
I shrugged. "Took self defense classes and kick boxing lessons at the rec center."
"No shit." Lauren says surprised.
"Mmhmm. I can subdue an assailant in less than 2 minute. I've been timed." I grin happily and Lauren smiles bumping my shoulder.
"You gotta teach me a thing or two ya her me?"
"Of course."
Santana butts in between us and holds up her hands in our faces. "Okay hold up! Since when are you and the Pillsbury dough bitch friends?"
"Since the Prom elections."
"But why? She like totally murdered any badass reputation you had. Why do you like her?"
I shrug. "She's honest. She's a tough bitch and she doesn't call me a repressed lesbian every ten minutes." I look at her pointedly.
"Oh yeah. I'm due aren't I?"
"Point proven. And besides that last part she's just like you.
"Ew. What an awful thing to say Q." she blanches.
"It's true."
She crosses her arms. "No its not."
"Sanny be nice. Lauren's kinda cool. In a scary kind of way."
Lauren smiles and nods her head in thanks to the blonde.
"Whatever." The Latina exhales grumpily.
I turn my sights back to Lauren. "You wanna hang with us? We're mostly just wandering until I find something that I simply have to buy immediately because I may or may not live without it."
Lauren grins. "So a normal day at the mall?"
I nod. "Yeah pretty much."
She shrugs. "Eh why not. I've got nothing better to do."
"Don't get too excited." I teased.
"This is me excited."
"Well remind me never to get you elated or otherwise joyful. I don't think I can handle it."
She grins and bumps my shoulder. "Shut up twinks. Just because you got yourself a nice set of guns doesn't mean you can just mouth off to me. I can still pummel you into mush."
I laugh.
Santana groans.
"I think I may vomit." she grumbled, not happy at all with the new arrangement of Lauren hanging out with us.
"Well just don't do it in your hand. Remember what happened last time." I smirked.
Her lips curled in distaste. "Bite me."
"Maybe another time."
Santana shakes her head and stalks off into the nearest store without waiting for us to follow her.
We weaved in and out of stores for the next half hour with little success on my end. I found mostly jewelry that I really liked and a badass bomber jacket that was fit for a female. It was beautiful. But obviously this wasn't enough for a full wardrobe.
Though I can't complain about my lack of success because Santana and Lauren were having no trouble at all; which was the problem. They seemed to be in competition with each other to find me the best look. A part of me was scared for what would happen if I was forced to choose the winner but the other part of me was too damn amused to care. I giggle when Lauren chucks another top on Santana's head as the Latina reaches for a shirt that Lauren apparently had her eye on.
Wow.
Oh my god.
Did she just bite her?
They better not get blood on my new shirt. Because that one is definitely going in my closet.
"Hands off sand bags! Ain't nothin' gonna get in the way of this jelly."
The teenage wrestler woops in triumph once Santana lets go. Nice. I nod my head approvingly. That's actually really cute. Lauren has good taste.
I quirk an eyebrow as I notice another top that Santana had picked up off the ground, it had fallen off the rack during the girls' little hissy fit. Maybe 'hissy fit' was understating it a little.
Lauren slings her newly reclaimed prize over her shoulder with the others and turns her attention to the Latina. She perks up at the shirt in the girl's hands and snatches it before Santana can comprehend what's happening. Lauren slings that top over her shoulder, smiling smugly and Santana unsurprisingly lunges at her. Lauren holds the girl away from her by palming her forehead at arms lengths, looking absolutely bored with the situation. Santana flails angrily for a moment and then inches her face up and bites Lauren's thumb, making the girl shriek. Lauren snarls and Santana growls again at having her foot stomped on for the third time since being in the store.
I smirked. Lauren plays dirty. Then again so does Santana.
Why don't they get along, again?
"Perra! I saw that first. I will so go Lima Heights Adjacent on you. Don't think I won't, puta!"
Oh right. They're both crazy. Now I remember.
"Quinn." I turn and face Brittany curiously. "If Santana and Lauren rip all your clothes and stain them in each other's blood does that mean you'll have to go to school naked?"
I give her an odd look and shake my head.
She smiles sweetly and wraps her arms around me from behind, hooking her chin over my shoulder. "Because I really wouldn't mind.
I chuckle and pat her head, placing my other hand over hers that were over my stomach.
"Not gonna happen Britt but thanks for the reassurance."
"Any time." She nuzzles my neck and I giggle.
My giggles however were short lived when I was finally approached by the manager and asked to remove my friends from the store immediately. I sighed and asked politely if I could at least pay for the clothes first and she said that was alright. She glared at Lauren and Santana, demanding that they wait outside, preferably on the other side of the mall. I snorted at that but agreed.
After an hour of this I thought it a good idea to stop and get something to eat. The four of us split up and grabbed food from our respective locations and then conjugated at the table Brittany picked out, the table that just so happens to be conveniently located next to Build-A-Bear.
"Thanks for coming with me guys." I said, taking a bite of my Chinese food. Who knew watching feral cat fights all day worked up such an appetite?
"Welcome!"
"No probs Tinkerbelle."
"Whatever."
I smile and stab another piece of mandarin chicken with my fork.
Santana takes a sip from her soda and studies me for a few minutes. I ignore her staring and just continue eating my food and making small talk with Lauren. But it soon becomes apparent that Santana can't hold in what she wants to say for too long. "So I gots ta ask." She starts, slamming her cup down on the table. "What's up with you lately? You're horrible personality has done like a complete 180. You don't get all red when I make a dirty joke and you actually participate. What the fuck?"
"What's wrong with me making a lewd joke every now and then?"
"What's wrong is that you never make one. You're such a prissy little princess that you have to stand on top of a chair whenever anyone utters the word penis in your company."
I snorted. "No I don't."
"Do too."
"You're over exaggerating.
"I'm really not. Now fess up. What's the deal?"
"There is no deal." I use air quotes. "I just like annoying you. What better way than to mess with your head. And by the way, what I said last night was funny."
"What did you say last night, Quinn?" Brittany tilts her head with a curious expression on her face.
"Yes tell us what you were doing Ms Rubs Her Bits A Lot." Santana smirks, crossing her arms smugly.
I stare back unfazed. "Actually to be precise I was poking myself not fondling. Very different."
She furrows her brow, giving me a look that said, 'did you seriously just say that'. "And that's better than what I said because…"
I lift an eyebrow. "Because I was doing this…" I reach over and poke the side of her boob.
"Ow! Goddamn it Q! What the fuck was that for?"
"Questioning my poking skills." I shrug. That came out dirtier than I intended.
"You're mental."
I smile wide.
She points at my face. "You're just proving my point. Now stop it. You're freaking me out."
I was enjoying this way too much. I grin more. "Nope."
"I mean it Q. Quit it." She glares.
"Whatcha gonna do about it Lopez? Threaten me with your hair?"
"I'm thinking about it." She says through gritted teeth.
"Well don't think too hard. We wouldn't want the pressure to burst those water balloons."
"Hey! Leave my luscious cans out of this!" She points threateningly.
I smirk. I poke her boob again and Santana bats my hands away.
Brittany giggles. "Its like you have a jello mold in your bra." Brittany's face goes blank. "Can I eat it?"
Santana's face goes red at her question. "No! My bra is not…my bra is not filled with jello." She side whispers.
I bust out laughing. This was too good.
"Oh shut it blondie!"
"Make me." I shot back. I don't know what had gotten into me. I was used to challenging Santana as was she to me but this felt different. It was almost playful. Which was just…weird. Me? Playful with Santana? What the fuck?
"I hate you." She seethed.
I smiled, thoroughly pleased with myself. "I love you too."
Brittany bounced in her seat and waved her hand in the air. "Me too!"
Lauren rolls her eyes at all of us and stands with her tray. "Well as much fun as this conversation is, I think I better gets a move on."
I frown but nod. "Kay. Thanks for your help today Lauren. See you at school."
She salutes. "No probs, twinks. See ya later ladies." She looks at Santana. "Gentleman."
Santana busts out of her seat and I have to forcibly hold her back by the back of her shirt and arm. "Why you-"
I sigh and dump all of our trash and then bend over and gather all of my purchases. "You guys ready?" Brittany beams and nods.
"Yup yup!"
"Whatever."
"Wonderful." I smile at their responses and lead them out of the mall.
When Santana and Brittany finally dropped me off at home, I kissed Brittany's cheek through the open window and waved to Santana. She waved half heartedly while Brittany grabbed both sides of my cheeks and planted one right on me. I stood stunned until out lips parted and Santana pealed out of my driveway in attempt to get Brittany's lips far away from mine as possible.
I shook my head and went inside. Thankfully my mother wouldn't be home for another 2 hours so I was free to put away all of my new clothes without my mother asking questions and demanding to see what I bought.
By the time I had everything put in its proper place and all the bags and tags thrown in the trash cans out back, it was time for me to cook dinner. I decided on something quick since I was kinda tired from the long day. I decided on spaghetti with meatballs. Italian was Momma's favorite. I whipped it up quickly, ate my portion, cleaned up my mess and wrote a note for my mother explaining that her dinner was in a tubberware container in the fridge and then headed to bed.
I wondered how long I could go without my mother asking about how my mall adventure went.
She was sure to have more than a few words for me once she saw my purchases. We were already on a more subdued form of communication since I got my piercing. I didn't have the heart to show her my tattoo so I pretty much lied to her about that. I just couldn't tell her and not for the reasons you might think. I wasn't afraid of getting caught. I was afraid of what she might see. It was too personal. It felt like a secret I had to keep to myself. What lay there was mine to know about; nobody else. Besides if she were to see it, it would do more damage to our already fragile relationship than I could live with. I couldn't tell her. So in an insane, justified way I was protecting her, I guess.
She cried when I came home from New York with all my locks sheared off. She stared at me confused when I asked for kickboxing lessons and she literally stared me down and then turned and walked away from me when I got my nose pierced. As I look at the bottles of Funky Flamingo Pink and Off with Her Head Red, I wonder how many more changes I can go through before she finally says something to me.
But I can already foresee her reaction to that one.
She's going to kill me.
…I smiled happily.
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