I lead Macy down the stairs, that kiss still in my mind
Holding hands was like hot on cold, but that was like snow caught on fire.
My mom was in the kitchen, her hair was just like mine, except hers was curly.
“Hey, Mom” I said, smiling.
“Oh! Hey, honey” She smiled and gave me a quick hug.
I blushed a little, I glanced over to a smirking Macy.
Mom noticed her, and asked me.
“Who’s this?” She asked, giving Macy a scrutinizing look.
“This is Macy.” I said, giving Macy’s hand a squeeze.
“Nice to meet you.” She said, holding out her hand.
My Mom gave Macy her fake smile, shook her hand.
Damn it. She doesn’t like her! She used the fake smile of death!
“Well, I’ll throw something in the oven for you two, then.” Mom said.
“Okay.” I said. “We’ll be in my room.”
We went back back up to my room, I turned to her.
“She doesn’t like you.” I said.
“I figured as much.” She said.
“Oh well.” I sighed, then pulled close to her. “Now where were we?”