random drabble 2
So... I haven't written anything in over a month. I don't know what's been wrong with me, but I just haven't been able to, so please don't judge this too harshly. It's kind of a sequel to the last random drabble I wrote. It's pretty much just as pointless as the first.
There’s a part of her that knows she shouldn’t be here, but she’s angry and bored and there’s only so much tanning she can do before she goes crazy.
She’s here under the pretense of them, and she ignores the little part in her head that tells her she’s a damn liar.
She’s not here for Seth; for anger and righteous indignation and blame.
She’s not here for Marissa; for defense and outrage and accusations.
He answers the door and there’s a few seconds of surprise and confusion and fear before he steps aside and lets her in.
Chino isn’t a pretty place and this house isn’t a pretty place, but she tries to ignore that. From the kitchen, she hears Theresa call and ask who it is and he calls back and says a friend. As if that explains everything.
A friend.
Try the best friend of the girl he supposedly loves, even though he went and got another girl pregnant.
Try the ex-girlfriend of his supposed best friend, who he abandoned.
He stares at her and doesn’t ask what she’s doing here. Maybe he realizes she doesn’t really know; that she just got into her car and drove to the address she stole from the Cohens’ when she went to dump Seth’s stuff off.
She doesn’t know what to say, so she opens her mouth and lets it all pour out: confusion, frustration, annoyance, anger, betrayal, abandonment. He stares at the floor for her accusations and only lifts his head when she’s done.
It’s her that starts it this time, and she feels him tense when she presses her lips to his, but he doesn’t fight it. He puts his arms around her waist and she holds onto his shoulders and for the first time in two months, she doesn’t feel like she’s about to fall off the edge.
Seth leaving, Marissa constantly whining, Zach’s endless attempts to ask her out, her step-monster’s escalating abuse of prescriptions, her dad’s increasing tendency to be out of the house.
For the first time in two months, she has something solid to hold on to.
A clank from the kitchen breaks them apart and she steps back and wipes at her mouth. He doesn’t really move, he just stares at her and she can’t tell if it’s in confusion or anger.
When she can’t take it anymore, she runs out of the decrepit little house and gets into her giant SUV and guns it out of there.