No friendship is an accident.
The bell rings and we all rush out the classroom. I head towards the front entrance, scanning for Liz. After a few minutes, I come to the conclusion that she stayed behind to tutor some freshmen or work on some extra-credit project.
"Morgan!" I hear my name being called. I spin around and face the source of the sound.
"Macey?" I mutter to myself as I catch sight of the beautiful girl walking towards me.
"I need to talk to you," she says, waving her hand at me. She tosses her glossy black hair over her shoulder and I silently curse myself for having such crazy messy hair.
"What's up, Macey?" I ask, keeping up with her brisk walk. She pushes open the school doors and walks toward her beautiful and extravagant car-which my mom has offered to buy for me on multiple occasions.
"Here, I'll give you a ride home," she says, gesturing towards her car. She hops into the car seat and continues, "Get in."
I slide into the car seat wondering why of all times, she needed to talk to me today.
"I heard you're going to the auditions," she says.
Oh, the auditions. That's where she's going with this. I mentally prepare for her to mock that she's going to get the role and I'm not.
"I'm not going to get the role, Morgan." Macey says casually.
"There's no need to-wait what?" I stumble on my words as I register what she said.
Okay. That was so not expected.
I stare at her, shocked at her lack of confidence.
Macey laughs. "Acting is not my forte, Morgan. According to the Senator, it's good to be well rounded. He's making me take acting classes and audition for different roles, but I'm a shit actor.
"Oh, so then you're not expecting anything to come from the auditions?" I ask, still slightly surprised.
"I'm going to ask for a job for make-up production department. I'm good at that." She explains, examining the ends of her hair. She looks up and winks at me. "You're going to get the role though, so I'll be there to help you get ready."
"You don't know if I'll even get the role," I contradict. "There are girls better at this than I am."
"Please Morgan," she says, rolling her beautiful blue eyes. "I've seen you acting, and you're not that bad at it."
"Thanks, I guess," I reply at her strangely worded compliment. "So you decided to talk to me today because you wanted to give me a confidence boost?"
She laughs. "Not the only reason. I wanted to help you get ready for that audition." She takes a strand of my messy hair and continues with a teasing tone in her voice. "Your hair needs some help."
I roll my eyes at her. I run my hand through my hair and wince when my hand gets stuck in a knot. "Okay, fine."
She laughs again.
"Nice house, Morgan." Macey comments as she pulls up into the driveway of my house.
"Why do you keep calling me by my last name?" I ask.
"Umm,-I don't know," she admits, stumbling on her words.
I raise my eyebrow at her, before getting out the car. She follows behind me carrying her book bag.
"Your mom home?" she asks as she walks through the door. I shake my head.
She tsks, and adds, "So she's the always at work type?"
I shake my head again. "She's at a business meeting, she should be back in two hours."
She nods silently. I push open the front door and gesture for her to come in.
"Why'd you just randomly invite yourself to my house?" I blurt, and then I realize how that sounded, turning red at my harsh words. "I mean, not to be rude or anything, but we haven't spoken in years."
"I'm a loner of sorts," she says as she follows me up the stairs. "I need some friends. And you're not that bad of a person."
"Who are you comparing me to?" I ask as I throw my book bag onto my bed.
"My bitch friends who only wanted to be my friend for the fame and money," she says harshly, rolling her eyes.
"I'm flattered," I reply sarcastically.
"Yea," she says. She plops down on my bed and sighs. "Damn your bed is soft."
I grin, "It's awesome, I know."
Suddenly, she sits up and claps her hands. "Okay, no more play time. You have two hours to get ready, not including the time it takes to get there. So you actually have an hour and a half."
I stare at her confused.
She points at the door that connect to the bathroom. "Go take a shower and," she tosses a bottle at me, "use this."
I catch the bottle, and look at it. No label, no brand, no kind of mark. "What is this?"
"Conditioner, only legal in Austria," she says with a small smirk.
I stare at her.
"Get in there!" she calls, pointing at the bathroom again.
"What are you doing here?" Liz's voice comes from my bedroom twenty minutes later as I'm finishing showering.
"I know you!" Macey voice is surprisingly excited. "You're Elizabeth Sutton."
"Yea, I am…" her voice is hesitant as she replies.
"I've been meaning to talk to you," Macey says.
"What are you doing here?" Liz asks again, her voice firmer.
"I wanted to help Cammie get ready," Macey explains. "Caught her totally off guard. You know, for an amazing actress, she's not that great at hiding her real emotions."
"Aren't you going to the auditions too?" Liz asks.
"Look Elizabeth-"
"Liz."
"What?"
"Call me Liz."
"Okay, Liz. I'm not getting the role, and I want to help Cammie get the role, because she really deserves it," I hear her explain. "Plus, I have no friends. I need some or else I'm dying of boredom in Roseville."
"So you came to be friend just as Cammie is getting her break for her acting career?" Liz asks, the suspicion clear in her voice. "I don't think that's a coincidence."
"I don't need fame or famous friends and I don't ever use people." Macey retorts. "I'm the one always getting used, so don't start trying to make me the villain here."
"Well excuse me for looking out for my friend," Liz responds sharply.
"Well excuse me for being offended of you calling me an attention seeking whore," Macey spits back.
"Stop putting words in my mouth," her voice colder than I've heard it before.
There's a brief silence between the two.
I decide to open the door then to stop the brewing fight. Liz and Macey are standing barely a foot away from each other, Liz a slight glare in Macey's direction and Macey holding herself defiantly in Liz's glare.
A/N: Ooh. Some tension between Liz and Macey, unlikely. I agree. Even I didn't see this coming, and I'm the author.
What do you think? Will they get along?
I'm sorry for not updating. The last four weeks have been hectic for me. My family was over the past weekends, and that's usually when I do my writing. I'm so sorry. The next few weeks won't be as hectic, but it'll start over again in March, where that time will be really crazy. Maybe I'll explain late... I'll try to get my next chapter up as soon as possible.
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