Girls'night

"Brina!" Maya squealed as she tried to shield her face from being hit by the pillow.

I'm currently getting ready for our night out, but Kylie and Maya just wouldn't stop pestering me.

After I introduced them to each other earlier, they immediately clicked. It was as if they were two long lost sisters who haven't seen each other in a decade.

Heck— I can't even remember one of them going into a single room without the other ever since they meet each other.

"We are not going to be able to head out if you guys won't stop bothering me," I said, putting the eyeliner on the make-up table.

Kylie stopped hitting Maya with a pillow after I said that.

"We could just go out together if you're not feeling like it," Maya said sweetly, tilting her head to the side. "I mean—look! Kylie has a pile of books." She added, pointing at the shelves above the TV.

I narrowed my eyes at that.

This child's fucking audacity is impressive.

"Oh, so you don't want to be with me anymore?" I asked, faking a sad expression, making Kylie laugh.

"How could you possibly dislike her?" She asked, picking Maya off the couch. "This cutie seemed too innocent to cause you all those troubles that you've been telling me." She added, walking towards me.

I whistled at that.

If only she knew.

"You have no idea," I murmured before turning my attention back to the mirror to continue to my work.

"Oh, I have an idea," Said Maya, grabbing our attention.

Kylie was paying attention to her intently while I just used my hearing to figure out whatever it is that she's about to share with us.

"I'll hang out with Kylie, and you can go on a date with my da—" She added, but the ring of the doorbell cut her off before she could even finish her entire sentence.

I sighed in relief at that.

"I'll go get it," Kylie declared. "Will you hold her for me, please?" She added, urging me to carry Maya while I'm doing my face.

"She's not a baby, Kylie," I said as I picked up my palette. "You could literally just place her on the ground." I added, making her roll her eyes.

Seriously though.

I didn't expect them to be this attached to each other.

"Boomer," she murmured under her breath. "Just hang on, May. Mama will be right back." She added, making me cringe from her use of words.

I know that she's a big fan of kids, but I'll never have them both in the same place again.

Putting Maya on her feet, Kylie walked towards the other side of the living room to see whoever was ringing the bell, leaving Maya and me alone.

I knew all too well that she was staring at me as I did my makeup, but I chose not to pay attention to her. I'm already running late, and having contact with her would only mean that I'd be later than I already am.

The kid would eat my time.

"I like you still, you know," she said after a few seconds of silence. "Just as much as I like Kylie." She added.

"Yeah, yeah—I don't really care," I said, putting eyeshadow on my left eye. "Now shut up before I spend the next ten minutes telling you to shut up." I added, making her giggle.

"I love the way that you speak," she said, wrapping her arms around my waist. "Can you put make-up on me too?" She asked, batting her extremely long lashes at me.

I shook my head at that.

For starters, she doesn't need makeup. Her lips are already cheery-red, and her face is as clear as crystal water. And secondly, she's probably going to mess things up in the process, and I'm not really in the mood to clean.

So no. Absolutely not.

"No," I answered. "You're way too young." I added, making her groan.

"Pweassse," she begged, climbing on my lap and straddling me. "Just a small amount would do." She pouted, looking at me like a lost puppy.

Trying my best to resist her charm, I dropped the make-up brush and flipped her around so she was facing our reflection as well.

I like to judge those mothers who would literally give everything that they're child wanted, but as of right now, I'm trying my best not to be a hypocrite.

Maya's not even my child, and yet here I am.

Falling for her charm.

"No can do, baby doll," I said, trying my best to resist her as I ran my hand through her undone hair. "You don't need make-up. You're pretty enough." I added, kissing her on the cheek.

Crossing her arms on her chest, annoyed, Maya looked at me with a pout then proceeded to glare at me.

This is what I meant when I said that she's intimidating.

"I'm not wearing make-up to look pretty," she said. "I want to wear makeup because you and Kylie are wearing it. I know that I'm drop-dead gorgeous, alright?" She added boldly.

Not wanting to argue with her any further, I kissed her one last time and dropped her on the ground.

"Go tell Kylie that I'm done," I ordered. "I'll meet you guys in the car." I added.

Mad, Maya left my side and went on hollering Kylie's name while she stomped around the house.

Chuckling to myself, I turned back to the mirror and continued what I was doing until I got a notification on my phone.

It was a message, and it was from Zayn.

"Don't get my innocent child in trouble, or else you'll be punished." The text said.

That made me smirk.

Picking up my phone, I texted him back.

"Will there be spanking?"I replied.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I may not be the first one to say this, but I love the dark.

Unlike other people, there's just something about the pitch blackness that I find so relaxing.

Not knowing what lies beneath, what's watching me, and being totally clueless about where I am or what I'm standing at.

I just find it all so oblivious.

"Come on, Sabs," Kylie said, interrupting my thoughts. "Get the car ready. Maya's getting really drowsy." She added.

Looking at Maya, I could see what Kylie meant. She was leaning back on Kylie's side while playing with her dad's phone that he had made her borrow earlier. Although she seemed pretty caught up in what she was doing, her eyes were starting to shut.

Knowing that it was way past her bedtime, I nodded my head and did what I was told. And as I was making my way to the parking lot, I got another notification on my phone.

Curious, I picked it up and saw that Zayn had sent me another message.

When I replied to him earlier, he hadn't texted me back since. But when I read the message that he just sent me, I knew that he wasn't responding to reply to my text.

"Is she asleep?" The text says.

"About to. We're taking her home," I replied.

After I hit send, it took the bubble thing a few seconds to pop up.

"Which route are you taking?"He asked, leaving me confused.

I don't know why the hell does he feel the urge to ask me so many questions. We'd literally talked about this when we parted ways earlier, meaning that he knew all of these already.

This is just unnecessary.

"Are you drunk?" I asked, looking back at the convenience store to catch a glimpse of Kylie and Maya.

At this point, she isn't drowsy anymore.

She's asleep.

"Maybe?" He responded cryptically.

Biting my bottom lip, I fidgeted with my phone case, not knowing what to say to that.

I'm aware of the fact that Zayn wanted us to seem like a couple in the eyes of the public, but as of right now, we're not in public.

Well, at least not together.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, continuing my way to my car.

"Come and pick me up? Dad went home early. We took his car when we left." He answered.

Now, I know that I should probably just have someone pick him up or call him an Uber, because the last thing that I want is to be attached to the son of the person who killed my family.

But as I read his text over and over again, I couldn't help but contemplate.

Zayn might be Maxwell's son, but I doubt that he's aware of the things that his father has done.

And with that in mind, I pressed the sent icon, sending him the other thing that I was contemplating to write in my keyboard.

"I'll take them home first, but send me your location. I'll come pick you up."