A little message to any readers ;)
Wasn't feeling the last Maeve fanfiction, so decided to scrap it and try again. I think I did a bit better on this one - this is just the first chapter by the way, more will be coming soon. This will probably become a Maeve and Otis love story, but I'll try to include other characters as much as I can to balance it out. Please leave feedback and remember - I might not be adding chapters every week because I'm very busy with school.
Chapter 1
Maeve woke up feeling better than on every other day of the summer, to be honest. For the first time since the last day of term, she wasn't thinking about anything.
Reluctantly, she got out of bed and sauntered into the kitchen. She pulled out of the minifridge milk that had probably gone off, but she didn't even care at this point. She opened the flimsy cabinet and saw a single bowl on the shelf.
Elsie's bowl.
Her heart sank to her feet. Erin had bought it for her when they'd all gone out shopping, a 'girls day', she called it. For a three year old, a holographic plastic bowl with unicorns and whatnot was amazing. That bowl was the last one on the shelf at the store, and Erin called it 'a lucky find'.
"Let the kid have her bowl, Frogface. It's all sparkly and pretty. 3 year old you would've loved it." she'd say.
Maeve felt her eyes swell with tears as images of Elsie and her mother flashed through her mind. Elsie running toward Maeve, her arms open. She was the big sister Elsie never had.
Why the fuck did I do that. she thought.
"Why the fuck did I do that?" Her thoughts escaped.
"Why the fuck did I do that!?" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Maeve had too much on her mind. Otis, Elsie, Her mum, Sean. They weren't even a lot, but they filled up her mind every day, reminding her of it all.
It.
It wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either. It was 'inbetweenie' as Elsie would say. Good memories, bad memories. But the one filling up her mind most often was Otis.
Otis everywhere.
She loved Otis. Sure, she hadn't been doing well mentally for the past weeks, but the one thing she was certain about was Otis. The one who she'd fall back on. He never once judged her, for anything.
He stayed. He stayed when she'd had the abortion. He stayed when she needed him.
Without fail. But now, she needed him, and he wasn't here.