Meredith dropped me off at my house, informing me about the next meet-up and shrugging away my fearing body towards the house that seemed like it would gallop me any second.
Let's see if I succeed at lying. Note the sarcasm.
I opened the door, inviting myself inside the warm house.
"Millie? Is that you?" My mom called out, a second after I closed the door behind and tensed up.
"No, it's my soul." I slapped my forehead for the slip-off. Goofing with my best friends is making me accidentally use the same tone and language towards my mother.
"What?" She said, storming to the front door as she saw me standing with a regret flowing in my veins.
"Sorry. It was a slip of tongue. I meant, yeah, it's me." I said politely, biting my tongue to control the sarcastic sentence willing to add in with it.
She crossed her arms across her chest, raising her brow and holding an intimidating fire glowing in her eyes.
Crap... what did I do? Does she already know that I'm about to run off to Las Vegas?
"Is... something... wrong?" I asked, roaming my sight around the house except for looking straight into her eyes.
Spare me!
"Something wrong? A lot is wrong. I heard you bunked your last class and drove away with your friends." She spat.
Oh... so it's about that. I thought I broke one of her possessions again. I mean I did, but I've kept it well hidden.
"Well... I was just trying out something new because yolo...?" I replied awkwardly, finding no excuse to help me escape.
Also, who even thought it would be nice to lock me up in this situation?
"Yolo doesn't mean you break some rules. That's not fun. You must be disciplined-"
"Mom! As much as that sounds very... what's the word? Um... acclaimed? Well, the point is I don't want to hear it again. I mean, I have it engraved in my head by now." I complained, removing my shoes and wearing the house wear fluffy slippers.
I sighed contentedly, welcoming the comfort seeping through my toes. "Also, I've got to tell you something."
I walked past her as she was stunned for cutting her off in the midst of the glory of rules and regulations. Honestly, they sometimes go overboard. Truly.
"You can't just butt in and cut off the righteous lesson I'm teaching you." She exasperated, following behind me with frustrated-paced steps and a look of displeasure.
I swirled around, facing her, "Mom, I know. I've been learning it from... forget the year. What I mean is I've been following them for years. I want to try something risky and new. This is my last year in college." I tried to penetrate her upstanding self.
"You do risky and new every day. That's already a lot." She pointed.
I bit down the scoff threatening to come out. "My clumsiness doesn't count, mom!"
"Yes, it does. Oh! Also, you thought you could hide your mistakes, but guess what I found it." She spat, walking to the kitchen with the indication of following her.
I frowned, an unsettling feeling rising in my chest as I took heavy steps behind her.
"Got any explaining to do?" She sneered.
I wet my lips, pursing them tightly in a thin line.
"Uh..." before I could even give an excuse for it getting beaten on itself, Mom decided it would be best for both of us (including the mistake) to speak up.
"You burnt my toaster. It was a limited edition one. How could you, Millie?!" She rebuked me.
Okay, in my defense... I got nothing to say.
"I was only using it to toast the bread. I did no such thing for it to get burnt." I tried my best to still seek a way out of this.
"Whatever you do gets either broken or burnt, Daughter. That means you shouldn't have touched it!" She raised her voice, crying mentally for her precious toaster.
Honestly, it's not a surprise she is more conscious of its state than mine after almost bursting out.
"Well, a small, Are you alright? could've been better to hear." I mumbled, glowering at the toaster for easily taking over my place.
She huffed, "You're not even concerned for him."
"Him!?" My mom has clearly replaced me with a toaster!
Wow... The shock I'm receiving in just a day. What a life!
"Mom, it's a toaster. Not a living being for you to call it him or her. It's just an object." I grumbled.
She snarled at me, startling the daylights out of me.
Do I need to call 911 now?
"Anyways, if that is over and gladly you found out about it because I don't think I would've been able to hide that for a longer time," I mumbled trying to discreetly move on to the talk I've been edging about. "Um... mom I'm going to go in-inside Hailey's home."
She frowned, raising her brow at me. That judgy look spoke everything it needed to. She caught on to my lie.
"What are you hiding, Millie?" She asked, no such kind of surprise lacing in her tone.
Well, is anyone volunteering to rescue me? No? Rude.
"Not a thing..." I am inviting her to unveil the lie.
"Millie Quinn, you better utter what I should be hearing." She threatened, gesturing her finger at me.
I felt a drop of sweat running down my forehead that had formed due to her pointy looks in suspicion.
"Alright. I'm going to Las Vegas with Hailey and Meredith." There I said it.
"Oh, really?" Her reaction seemed unforeseen.
"So... you allow it?" I asked, hopeful.
She laughed, "You're grounded."
"What!?" This is nonsense. "I'm an adult. You can't just ground me."
She gazed amused, "Yes, I can. I'm still your mother and you live in my house. So yes, you're grounded."
Please tell me I'm not the only one who gets grounded like a teenager.
"What for??" I asked, forgetting about my neighbors and letting them know what kind of drama is channeled in our home tonight.
"For burning my beautiful toaster and for planning a trip to Las Vegas." She smirked, triumphantly.
When will I ever fully become an adult?
Last night... The clock read past midnight. "Yeah, it's last night." I sighed dreamily, staring at my fingers and then giggling like a crazy person as I rolled around on my bed. I stopped and quickly sprung up, "Omg, he kissed my fingers. No, wait. He merely pecked them." I pursed my lips before breaking into a smile and another fit of giggles. "Oh gosh! This shows how much of an amateur I am. I didn't date anyone, and I never had someone to flirt with; plus, guys didn't approach me. Well, if we see it this way... Noah wouldn't have approached me either if it weren't for us being married." I went silent, registering my words because it was true. I was hardly noticed by the opposite gender. I sighed, flopping my back on the mattress. I picked up my phone, swiped the screen- Hold on... swiped the screen? "I think Noah left his phone in here." I got up, walked out of my room, and barged into his room because, let's be real, I'm his wife. He bolted upright, clearly st
My name is Millie. My work is destroying stuff. My nature is clumsy. My fear... right now, is not to make Noah more upset than before. But, as usual, and as expected of my life, I failed to reconcile with him through a cake, and on top of that, I accidentally - note the accidentally - broke his gift. The gift for his mother! Wait, wouldn't that make his mother my... mother-in-law? Oh, crap- "Noah... I-I'm so sorry. I didn't do it on purpose, I SWEAR!" Words wouldn't save me because he was not in for any explanations. He walked to the broken gift, picked it up carefully, and dumped it in the trash. ... He's mad, isn't he? He grabbed my wrist, a bit not so gently, and applied the ointment roughly before stamping it on the counter as he turned his heels and, without a word, left the area. Silence fell, and I contemplated whether to open the trash can. I went with the former, as it was obvious I'd open it. "Now what was really in this package...?" I mumbled as I unwrapped
What day is today? I can't stop thinking about what Noah said earlier. It's been on my mind all day, and now I'm alone with all these strange assumptions swirling around in my head. Noah had some work to attend to, and I didn't wanna go to my Uni, so here I am. I'm trying to bake a cake. I decided not to overthink... for now, at least. Also, my apology needs a supporter, though he already has forgiven me. But to lighten up things and to get my mind over the word 'Wife', that's been ringing up in my head, I am attempting a world-class murder- I mean, making a decent edible cake. Did I ever mention that I can't cook? Or was it that I suck at cooking? "Snap out of it! Alright, Millie. Now is your time to shine... with sparkle, not smoke." I muttered the latter in hopes of succeeding. "First step. Preheat the oven..." I turned behind as I fearfully stared at my oven. It's the first step to disaster for me. That oven has been through a lot, always surviving from my at
The next morning wasn't delightful. I expected this. More or less. I was here sitting in my room, shedding Niagara falls from my eyes after a weird sensation hit me. I call it 'The guilt of disappointing my husband'. Which is weird. Why? Even I don't know. After going through all that conversation that happened between us, I realized I was wrong. That's good, but what more did I feel? The pain of making Noah upset. I don't know why I've been feeling this for the past few hours. I didn't get a wink of sleep... actually, I did sleep, but as soon as I woke up, the train of last night's thoughts hit me again. It is weird because I don't have any sort of attachment with Noah. He's a stranger to me, and we got married too recently. I couldn't have feelings built up for him, right? With a heavy heart, I opened the door to my room and found the hallway quiet. It's not a good thing... but then chaos or loud noise is also not a good thing 'cause that signals towards my clumsiness.
Where were we? In the middle of a negotiation. Well, it was more likely from my side than theirs. All they wanted was to get as much money as they could grab on. "I don't have any money. You think I can afford even this frozen yogurt?... Yes, I can, but I'm grounded. Why? Because I broke my mother's toaster. Do you even understand how that relatively is senseless?" Silence fell in, and responses dried up from my random ranting. Plus, this ain't really the right time and right place to rant out about my personal life problems. "That is senseless! My mom smacked my phone because I didn't call her back. How am I supposed to call you back now? And it wasn't even recharged, and she even knew about this." One of the two joined in my rant-out session. I gasped. "That's - What is even that??" "I know, right -" The other guy smacked his head, whispering to him. "Are you crazy? We're here to rob, not fill in our painful tragedies." He sneered at his mate and got back to us, aiming the gun
"Millie, who in their right mind would go frozen yoghurt shopping?" Noah asked as he wore his coat.I pointed at myself innocently. My stomach wouldn't let me sleep peacefully and the next morning would be the face of a witch with hair all dishevelled that even the crows would run away from me.That probably didn't make any sense, did it?He sighed, patting my head before leaving the house.I grinned, "So do you know where they sell Frozen Yoghurt at this time?" He asked, turning to me.I smirked, nodding proudly. "Yes, because the only way to shut my stomach from almost transforming into a lion, I used to sneak out and visit this shop.""... I'm surprised you didn't get kidnapped." He plastered the same old unimpressed bored expression."Because I'm strong as well as heavy. They scurried away just from the sight of me.""No, they just found you useless. Nobody wants a disaster." He climbed into his car after that comment.I gasped lightly, glaring at him before rounding up the car an