chapter 3

Ace POV:

After telling the girls about the mornings incidences and how I somewhat met Pinky they decided to leave. No offense to my lovely friends but i'm kinda glad. I like having some alone time. One thing you need to understand about me if we're friends, i don't care how close we are...i do not want to see you every damn day. Let alone talk to you, even texting is too much most of the time. I need time for my social battery to recharge people!

So here I am laying in the middle of my bedroom floor listening to one of my many random playlists on Spotify getting lost in my own thoughts.

When i was talking to Pinky i never actually got to hear his full name cause of Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dumb bursting into my room. Eve..what could that be? Evan? Everard? Everton? Maybe his name is just straight up Eve?

Mmm...

i glance at my window and from my position on the floor i can see his curtain is still closed. Well he did embarrass himself in front of three strange girls a few hours prior. I like it though, he's weird. Not in a weird weird way though, like he's not about to start stalking me. He's the good kind. He seems like the type of guy to stay up, smoke weed and talk to a tree. I chuckle at the image of the innocent looking Pinky smoking weed and talking to a tree.

Time passes me by and before I know it night has fallen and I'm emerged in complete darkness still laying on my bedroom floor. It's somewhat comforting..the darkness I mean. It feels almost like a security blanket. No one can see me, and if I'm quiet they wouldn't even know I'm there. I don't know, there's just something therapeutic about laying in a room so dark you can't see your own hand infront of your face while gentle music plays in the back. Some may say I'm opening a door for demons leaving myself so exposed and vulnerable but PLEASE, they can have at it for all I care.

Still lost in my thoughts I roll onto my stomach playing with the fluffy carpet which rests bellow me. I hum along quietly to the soft sounds of hope and happiness floating out of my record player. Music always has a way of calming me whether it be sad or happy, I love it all. Those are two things I think I could never live without, my music and my blanket of darkness. Sometimes I even like to think of it as- "Hey kid, am I interrupting something?" I turn my head to my pink bedroom door and see my Mom standing there with a plate of cookies in her hands. "Nah I'm just thinking, you can come in." With that she walks in and takes a seat next to me on the floor. We do this often. We don't find the need to talk much when in each other's company, we sit and listen to the hopeful happy music surrounded by the blanket of darkness, and that's all we need to do. I know she's there, and she knows I'm there. Being there makes up for all the lost words I'd rather she not speak.

"Want a cookie?" she offers quietly.

"Heck yeah!" I practically sequel in excitement. She makes THE BEST cookies and yes yes everyone's Mom or Grandma makes the best but when I say she makes the best I MEAN THE BEST! I reach my hand out and she places it in my palm. Before I can even devour the thing in one bite my Mom slaps my arm. "You better sit up young lady I don't want you to choke."

That's what she said...

Slowly I sit up rolling my eyes and stuff the entire cookie in my mouth and chewing rapidly already reaching out my hand for a second one. "Ok relax relax there's plenty to go around, just swallow slowly alright." she says gently while stroking my hair. I don't know if it's just me but my mind has these automatic reflex to want to say 'That's what she said' but I manage to restrain myself while with my Mom. I mean come on it's like those times when your family makes a dirty joke but being the youngest you're not supposed to laugh cause you're not supposed to understand. It just feels wrong you know. Like doing something that isn't illegal but it feels like it is.

I'm not completely sure how many hours passed by with us just sitting in the dark occasionally singing along to the music but what I do know..I'm out of cookies. I scowl at the floor not wanting to ask my Mom for more and seem greedy. Before I know it my scowl turns into a smile and I look at my Mom again. I really do appreciate her, just being here with me. She slowly gets up and kisses the top of my head catching me by surprise. She hasn't done that in a while. Usually it's an awkward side hug or shoulder rub.

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