It wasn't that Lacy hated shopping, in fact she used to love it, but considering her current situation with her arms it was hard to shop with other people. Especially other girls, as Lacy has discovered over the years. This was one of the main reason she didn't have friends, she was very outgoing or fun to be around. But after being alive for as long as she had, Lacy didn't really care. She'd make friends, they'd get old and die, so what was the point? This was also the main reason she never had a boyfriend, there was no point. So here she was, never being aloud to have a normal life. She couldn't grow up, get married, and have children. Never would she know the feeling of 'being out of the times' or 'too old to be attractive'. She was locked in a changing world, every minute a day, every day a month, every month a year and so on. Lacy had watched women stress over getting wrinkles and age, if only they knew...
Lacy huffed at her thoughts as she dragged shopping bags through the park and up the steps of the house. Upon reaching her room and locking the door behind, Lacy dumped all the clothes on her bed. It had been difficult but Lacy had manage to get clothes that suited her- all with sleeves thank god. She was grateful that Margret didn't question why everything had to have sleeves. Shifting through the outfits she found what might help her on her mission, to get a temporary boyfriend. The item she picked out was a cute red sundress, it had sleeves and stopped about mid thigh. Lacy would be the first to admit she's not a pretty girl, but maybe with the right clothes she could try to look somewhat cute. The main problem would probably be she was flat chested, and had a plain face. Lacy had never been blessed with good looks like most blondes, it never really bothered her until now. She slipped out of her normal clothes and put on the dress, and some matching black boots. For the heck of it she also put on a black head band. Looking in the mirror she was pleased to see she didn't look half bad.
Now for part two - the hardest part- finding a guy stupid or desperate enough to fall in love with her. Lacy sighed, this was almost impossible. As she walked down the stairs in front of the house she decided to sit awhile and think about her options. She hadn't met anyone interesting, or anybody that found her interesting. A couple of guys had talked to Margret and gave Lacy a few side glances but they didn't look like the type to fall in love with her, or anybody for that matter. For a moment she thought maybe Mordecai would if she played her cards right, but quickly dismissed the idea, she liked him too much to do something like that. In fact he and High Fives were her closest friends here, she wouldn't want to mess that up. Especially with Fives...Lacy felt herself blush, her and Fives? She shook her head, it would never happen..
Lacy felt frustrated, there was no way she could do this! Burying her head between her knees she could feel the tears forming. She bit her lip, not giving into crying. Even if her life was on the line she would not show weakness to Death, he would not break her. Taking in a couple of breathes she thought to herself,
'It's do or die now Lace...Give it your best shot.' She would no go out without a fight.
It was late afternoon when High Fives got bored and decided to find Lacy. They hadn't hung out that much in the past week so he kind of missed her. Lacy was the type of girl that even though she was a 'troubled' girl she could still be really nice and sweet. She didn't seem to realize how beautiful or great of a person she was. It was nice to be around her. Fives floated through the park, Muscle Man was out on a date with Starla so he really had the rest of the day opened, he wanted to ask something anyway. It didn't take him long to find her, since she didn't rotate around the park a lot. When he got closer he noticed two off things.
The first was that she wasn't in her usual...gothic attire, and instead was wearing a short red dress. Fives wasn't complaining or anything, it looked pretty much perfect on her, but it was odd to see someone who wore the same thing everyday to suddenly change - a dramatic change at that. The second thing he noticed was she was talking to two guys he didn't recognize. Getting a slight closer look he notice that they were almost like Mordecai and Rigby, except they were a little more hipster looking and wore clothes. One was an ostrich wearing a red hoodie and black skinny jeans as well as black thick rimmed glasses, he was around Mordecai height. The Rigby-like one was a possum wearing a V-neck T-shirt and also dark-green skinny jeans. Fives had never seen these guys before but Lacy was chatting and laughing with them like they were old friends. He decided to wait until they left before he would approach Lacy. After about six minutes they finally said their goodbyes, but before they parted wrote something on Lacy's hand in Sharpie.
Curious, Fives floated to her, "Hey Lacy," She jumped slightly then turned around and smiled,
"Hey HFG." Fives nodded to her hand, "Who were those guys?" She looked down to her hand then blushed,
"Just some guys I met, Chad and Jeremy. They're kind of cool." She trailed off, not knowing what else to say. Five's had mixed feelings. He knew he didn't really have the right to be jealous since he and Lacy weren't dating, but he couldn't help it. He did have feelings for Lacy but he also accepted the fact she probably didn't. How many girls liked ghosts? None. Without really thinking he blurted out,
"Tell me more about them." Lacy blinked confused, but said,
"Well...they were going to work here, but you know, Mordecai and Rigby. They graduated from The Institute of Technical Technology so they know how to use... technology and stuff." Fives realized she probably felt a little awkward so he changed the subject,
"Hey I wanted to ask you, my brother is graduating from the police academy, and since I'm allowed to bring a guest would you like to go?" Lacy thought a moment but then smiled and said,
"Sure!" HFG felt somewhat relived that she had said yes and not blown her off for some one else. He wanted things to stay the way they were now. The exact same way.
"NO I DON'T WANT TOO! LEAVE ME ALONE!" The girl cried, backing into the nearest corner, tears streaming down her face. She was far beyond the usual aristocrat image she worked so hard to obtain. The blood steeped through her thin night gown - she didn't know if it was hers or not - it caused an unpleasant sticky feeling. Every movement hurt the left side of her body hurt from a cut she could barely remember getting. Why wasn't she dead? She should be dead. Her curly hair was undone, framing her face and causing her fear filled eyes to stand out more. And that laugh...that stupid laugh that didn't even sound like a laugh. That god awful over done accent. Make it stop. Make it go away. But no, there was no prevail. "I'm afraid, girly, it doesn't matter what you want."
Lacy awoke in a cold sweat, feeling as empty as ever. Her blankets had been pushed to the floor during her nightmare, not that it would've matter that much. At least this time she didn't scream...Although she was shivering the locket that laid on her chest seemed to burn into her skin, she noticed it did that a lot. But this time, it actually hurt, really bad. She whimpered and tried to take it off, only for it to remain where it was. Confused she reached around her neck for the latch, then discovered it wasn't there. Now she was really confused and the burning wouldn't stop. She sat and yanked as hard as she could but it refused to stop or come off. Her fear and confusion was replaced with anger. She knew who was doing this.
"You sick son of a- LEAVE ME ALONE! I ALREADY AGREED WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE AND GIVE ME SOME PEACE FOR ONCE!" In a blind fury she picked something up and threw it, then hear a loud crash. She groaned, she threw her stupid lamp! And what did it hit? Her stupid full length mirror. She slowly got up and at first noticed the burning had reduced down to a dull warmth, but she swore she could hear that idiotic laughter in her head. She huffed and tried to calm down before she broke something else. Walking over to inspect the damage she stepped on some of the broken mirror, cutting her foot. She rolled her eyes, not surprised at her bad luck.
Suddenly a loud knocking ripped through the silence and Lacy face palmed. She forgot other people lived here too. God she was so stupid! She took in a breath before opening the door to reveal Mordecai. Now Lacy felt a little bad, this was the second time she had woken him up. Before he could say anything she apologized,
"I'm so sorry about this... I wasn't really thinking." Mordecai took in a breath, then told her,
"We need to talk." This single question brought pure fear into Lacy's body. But what could she tell him? "I know you're curious on why I'm such a weirdo and why I keep you awake at night but I'm not telling you anything.'? He had a right to know something, right?
"Come in." And that was the night she told someone her story, her whole story.
Chad and Jeremy sat in their favorite coffee shop, discussing the day's events and updating their social networks, when Chad brought up a girl they met that day.
"Remember that chick we meet at the park? I think her name was Lucy?" Jeremy rolled his eyes, "You mean Lacy smart one. And yeah, what about her?"
"Do you think she was actually worth giving our numbers too? I mean, she's hot and all, but she works at that stupid park, and everyone there is obviously kind of nuts." Jeremy thought a moment,
"She seemed pretty normal, and she hasn't been working there very long." Chad nodded, thinking, then smirked,
"Well if she a freak like everyone else we might as well have a little fun with this." Jeremy looked up at him,
"What do you mean?" Chad put down his phone, grabbed a napkin and got out a sharpie. He spent a few minutes writing on it, then showed it to Jeremy. It was a score card.
"Who ever she calls first gets five points, who ever she goes on a date first gets ten points, and so on. But who ever can go all the way with her wins hands down." Jeremy had to admit, his best friend had a very impressive evil mind. This sounded very interesting.
"Alright, and winner gets?" Chad thought a moment, then responded, "Well if she isn't a freak winner gets her, bragging rights, and loser has to pay the winners phone bill for a month. Deal?" Jeremy smirked, this was going to be very interesting.
OMG! DEATH ISN'T THE ONLY D-BAG IN THIS STORY! Lol. So I thank you for being so patient with this update. I swear that I will update more often! And thanks to Moony Loves Padfoot for giving me character ideas for Lacy's possible beaus. Since I have no creativity of my own ^^' I own nothing except Lacy.