Meet Me Halfway
02.
Frizzy hair. That's all I had. It was the type of frizz that a person tried their best to tame, but ended up having a stuck brush.
I sat in the bathroom with my sister. She was curling her glossy, blonde hair while I was attempting the brush my hair.
She was staring at me, snickering. "Just throw it up?" she suggested.
I glared at her reflection, mouth in a frown. "I need to straighten it," I said. "The dress I got is a hair down type of dress,"
She rolled her eyes, turning to me. "Let me see," she grabbed the brush from my hand, and started to quickly brush. "You were doing it too slow."
I bit my lip, feeling the hair tug at my scalp. I hated brushing my hair. It was gross.
Molly was one of my best friends. She was my best friend, really. I had two other friends, Sierra and Dallas. Don't get me wrong: I had other friends, not just those three. But Sierra, Dallas, and Molly were my best. Just because Molly was a year ahead of me didn't have any effect at all. We were together like glue.
Dallas was the first one we befriended. He was Molly's grade, and came in the 8th grade (I was a seventh grader at the time). Her and I watched him from a distance, he seemed so... different. He came from New York, Brooklyn I think. He was Italian, tall, and a swimmer. He accent was rich, meaning sometimes people would tease him. Molly befriended him at lunch, telling him to come sit with us. Molly ended up falling for him, only to realize their relationship was brother and sisterly. Not romantic.
Sierra was a former cheerleader. She was kicked off the team for being a bitch to the cheer captain. We befriended her out of pity, but eventually realized that she wasn't half bad. She was taller than all of us, with thick brown hair. She had brown eyes that were like chocolate, the type you'd want to swim in. Her chest was huge, and to be honest, I had no idea how her back could take those jugs.
"Macy, Molly, are you ready?!" my mom called through the white door.
I looked into the mirror, watching Molly comb through it, lips inward. "Not yet." I called.
"Well, hurry up. We have to be there soon!"
It was my cousin's wedding. Her name was Tami, and she was gettting married to some CEO named John. We only met him 5 times, so when we got the invitation in the mail, we were all pretty shocked.
"Annnd, done." Molly said, looking at my hair.
"Thanks," I said, pecking her cheek. It was only wavy now, instead of tight, knotty curls. I opened the door, and walked around the corner to my bedroom. I stepped on, and over my clothes on the floor, and opened the closet. I pulled my yellow mini dress I had bought. I quickly pulled it on.
~
The wedding was held outside, around a pretty tree. The tree was lit up by cheap Christmas lights, yet they still looked pretty. There wasn't many chairs but I figured there'd be more people at the reception.
After the ceremony, we headed out to another outdoor place. There were tons of chairs like I figured. We were sat a few places away from the bride and groom, and that was perfectly fine with me.
It wasn't that I didn't like Tami. I just never really got along with her.
I was bored at my table, waiting for the food to come. I ordered a small soup and salad. I didn't have much of an appetite. Molly sat next to me, typing on her phone. She was bored too. My parents had went off to talk to old relatives.
She set her phone down on the white wrapped table, picking her soda up. She sucked on the straw, looking around. She placed it on the table, and rested her hands in her lap.
"There's like no cute guys here," she sighed.
I nodded in agreement. "Tell me about it; they're all either 10 under, or over 30."
She chewed on her pastel pink nail, glancing around again. Molly's eyes landed on the bar. Her face lit up. "You think we can get some alcohol?" she asked, smirking.
I shook her my head. "Go try. I won't be able to. You were the one blessed with good tits."
She smiled wider this time, adusting her dress just a little bit more so the clevage momma gave her popped. She stood up and sauntered over to the bar. I watched as she leaned over the bar, and ordered a drink. The bartender asked something, only for Molly to stand back up straight. She walked back over with a frown.
"Damn it." I said.
She bowed her head. "I even used my sexy voice," she looked up again. Her lips turned into a smile. "Never mind about no cute guys here. Check that guy out at 11 o'clock."
I looked over to the left. My heart dropped.
He must've been friends with the groom or something. No, his mom was here. Family friends?
"You okay, Macy? You look like you've just seen a ghost." Molly asked.
I turned back to her, facing a different direction so he wouldn't be able to see me. "Fine. I just... I don't feel well."
"I know, me neither. That guy blew the healthy right outta me."
I didn't want to see him. I slowly stood up, grabbing my purse. "I'm going to go to the bathroom."
"Oh. Alright.."
I started walking in the opposite direction, hoping he wouldn't recognize my hair or anything. Maybe I could find my parents and ask them to let me drive home. Anything to get away from here.
Of course, like the shitty, cliche movie I was in, I heard a voice call behind me as I walked next to the bar.
"Don't I know you?"
I winced, turning around. I put my best smile on. "Are you following me?" I joked, trying to sound nice.
Jack laughed, shaking his head. He walked closer to me. "No, I'm not. I'm just in for the weekend. How do you know the...?"
"Bride. Cousins. You?"
"Groom. Family friend." He explained.
I nodded, studying his facial features. Nose was kind of large, eyes were a nice size, kissable lips. Thick eyebrows. Definitely middle eastern. He towered me to the point where I had to look up at him. I was small, around 5'2. He was at least 6 feet.
"So, you from here?" he asked.
He was looking for a conversation. I was not. I remembered how he made me felt the night before, and I was not ready to find out what else he'd make me feel like.
"Um, yeah. I work at the diner, remember?" I glanced at the bar.
"Oh. Right. I should remember that, shouldn't I?"
"You should. You DID spill Coke on me," I said.
Jack grinned a sloppy grin. "Yeah. Sorry. I'm from Baltimore."
"Maryland? That's a long way to travel."
"Nah. I'm used to it."
"Do you travel a lot?"
He sat down on the bar stool. I knew I'd have to have a conversation. I didn't want to be rude and make that pretty little face of his frown, now did I? I sat next to him, putting my purse on the bar.
"Yup," he answered. "It's in the contract."
"Contract?" I asked, raising a brow.
"For my career."
He had a career. He wasn't around my age. He sure looked young, though. He couldn't be anything major, right? Maybe a sales man?
"Oh? What do you do?"
He chuckled, looking down. "It's silly."
"Silly? Nah. I'm a waitress, dude. There's nothing sillier than that."
He looked up, furrowing his brows. "Waiting is not silly. I was a waiter for a little while in high school. I got fired though."
"Uh, how?" Please don't be a criminal...
"I flirted too much with guests, or something."
So he wasn't in high school, and he was a flirt. Great.
"See, if I'm flirting, I get called a whore. Of course the only people that come in most of the time are families, kids, or old people. No one to flirt with. Anyways, so what do you do now?"
"Promise not to laugh?"
"Promise."
"I'm in a band."
Something in my head screamed at me to runaway before he finds out I'm 16, and thinks I'm a crazy fan girl. "Oh," I said. "What band?"
"All Time Low."
The name sounded too familiar. Way too familiar. I tried to remember anyone that listened to them, and then I remembered: Molly.
"No way," I said.
"You know us?" he seemed shocked.
I shook my head quickly, not wanting to give away that my sister loved them. She must have not seen him clearly. She obsessed over them.
"No, I just remember that name. MTV probably." I shrugged.
"Our album just came out actually..."
"Really?" I rose an eyebrow. I already knew what it was called. Molly bought it and wouldn't stop listening to it. I had to snap it in half.
"Nothing Personal." he nodded.
"Macy, I've been looking all over for..."
Oh god.
I glanced up at Molly, and heard her gulp. Great. Real charming.
I snatched my purse up, figuring my cover was blown as an adult. "And here's my band obsessed sister." I mumbled.
"Macy. Pretty name," Jack said rising up. "I'm Jack."
I rose up, smiling tightly at Jack. "Nice seeing you. I hope you have a good time here."
"Wait," he dug into his pockets, pulling a pen out. He snatched my hand, and scribbled onto it. I stared at him in shock. "Call me tomorrow? I wanna see you before I leave."
I nodded, and shrugged. "If I don't have anything going on, then sure."
"See you later?" he smiled.
"See you."
I tugged on Molly's arm to get her to walk away. She stumbled but started walking.
"Did you just..."
"Let's not."
I sat in the bathroom with my sister. She was curling her glossy, blonde hair while I was attempting the brush my hair.
She was staring at me, snickering. "Just throw it up?" she suggested.
I glared at her reflection, mouth in a frown. "I need to straighten it," I said. "The dress I got is a hair down type of dress,"
She rolled her eyes, turning to me. "Let me see," she grabbed the brush from my hand, and started to quickly brush. "You were doing it too slow."
I bit my lip, feeling the hair tug at my scalp. I hated brushing my hair. It was gross.
Molly was one of my best friends. She was my best friend, really. I had two other friends, Sierra and Dallas. Don't get me wrong: I had other friends, not just those three. But Sierra, Dallas, and Molly were my best. Just because Molly was a year ahead of me didn't have any effect at all. We were together like glue.
Dallas was the first one we befriended. He was Molly's grade, and came in the 8th grade (I was a seventh grader at the time). Her and I watched him from a distance, he seemed so... different. He came from New York, Brooklyn I think. He was Italian, tall, and a swimmer. He accent was rich, meaning sometimes people would tease him. Molly befriended him at lunch, telling him to come sit with us. Molly ended up falling for him, only to realize their relationship was brother and sisterly. Not romantic.
Sierra was a former cheerleader. She was kicked off the team for being a bitch to the cheer captain. We befriended her out of pity, but eventually realized that she wasn't half bad. She was taller than all of us, with thick brown hair. She had brown eyes that were like chocolate, the type you'd want to swim in. Her chest was huge, and to be honest, I had no idea how her back could take those jugs.
"Macy, Molly, are you ready?!" my mom called through the white door.
I looked into the mirror, watching Molly comb through it, lips inward. "Not yet." I called.
"Well, hurry up. We have to be there soon!"
It was my cousin's wedding. Her name was Tami, and she was gettting married to some CEO named John. We only met him 5 times, so when we got the invitation in the mail, we were all pretty shocked.
"Annnd, done." Molly said, looking at my hair.
"Thanks," I said, pecking her cheek. It was only wavy now, instead of tight, knotty curls. I opened the door, and walked around the corner to my bedroom. I stepped on, and over my clothes on the floor, and opened the closet. I pulled my yellow mini dress I had bought. I quickly pulled it on.
~
The wedding was held outside, around a pretty tree. The tree was lit up by cheap Christmas lights, yet they still looked pretty. There wasn't many chairs but I figured there'd be more people at the reception.
After the ceremony, we headed out to another outdoor place. There were tons of chairs like I figured. We were sat a few places away from the bride and groom, and that was perfectly fine with me.
It wasn't that I didn't like Tami. I just never really got along with her.
I was bored at my table, waiting for the food to come. I ordered a small soup and salad. I didn't have much of an appetite. Molly sat next to me, typing on her phone. She was bored too. My parents had went off to talk to old relatives.
She set her phone down on the white wrapped table, picking her soda up. She sucked on the straw, looking around. She placed it on the table, and rested her hands in her lap.
"There's like no cute guys here," she sighed.
I nodded in agreement. "Tell me about it; they're all either 10 under, or over 30."
She chewed on her pastel pink nail, glancing around again. Molly's eyes landed on the bar. Her face lit up. "You think we can get some alcohol?" she asked, smirking.
I shook her my head. "Go try. I won't be able to. You were the one blessed with good tits."
She smiled wider this time, adusting her dress just a little bit more so the clevage momma gave her popped. She stood up and sauntered over to the bar. I watched as she leaned over the bar, and ordered a drink. The bartender asked something, only for Molly to stand back up straight. She walked back over with a frown.
"Damn it." I said.
She bowed her head. "I even used my sexy voice," she looked up again. Her lips turned into a smile. "Never mind about no cute guys here. Check that guy out at 11 o'clock."
I looked over to the left. My heart dropped.
He must've been friends with the groom or something. No, his mom was here. Family friends?
"You okay, Macy? You look like you've just seen a ghost." Molly asked.
I turned back to her, facing a different direction so he wouldn't be able to see me. "Fine. I just... I don't feel well."
"I know, me neither. That guy blew the healthy right outta me."
I didn't want to see him. I slowly stood up, grabbing my purse. "I'm going to go to the bathroom."
"Oh. Alright.."
I started walking in the opposite direction, hoping he wouldn't recognize my hair or anything. Maybe I could find my parents and ask them to let me drive home. Anything to get away from here.
Of course, like the shitty, cliche movie I was in, I heard a voice call behind me as I walked next to the bar.
"Don't I know you?"
I winced, turning around. I put my best smile on. "Are you following me?" I joked, trying to sound nice.
Jack laughed, shaking his head. He walked closer to me. "No, I'm not. I'm just in for the weekend. How do you know the...?"
"Bride. Cousins. You?"
"Groom. Family friend." He explained.
I nodded, studying his facial features. Nose was kind of large, eyes were a nice size, kissable lips. Thick eyebrows. Definitely middle eastern. He towered me to the point where I had to look up at him. I was small, around 5'2. He was at least 6 feet.
"So, you from here?" he asked.
He was looking for a conversation. I was not. I remembered how he made me felt the night before, and I was not ready to find out what else he'd make me feel like.
"Um, yeah. I work at the diner, remember?" I glanced at the bar.
"Oh. Right. I should remember that, shouldn't I?"
"You should. You DID spill Coke on me," I said.
Jack grinned a sloppy grin. "Yeah. Sorry. I'm from Baltimore."
"Maryland? That's a long way to travel."
"Nah. I'm used to it."
"Do you travel a lot?"
He sat down on the bar stool. I knew I'd have to have a conversation. I didn't want to be rude and make that pretty little face of his frown, now did I? I sat next to him, putting my purse on the bar.
"Yup," he answered. "It's in the contract."
"Contract?" I asked, raising a brow.
"For my career."
He had a career. He wasn't around my age. He sure looked young, though. He couldn't be anything major, right? Maybe a sales man?
"Oh? What do you do?"
He chuckled, looking down. "It's silly."
"Silly? Nah. I'm a waitress, dude. There's nothing sillier than that."
He looked up, furrowing his brows. "Waiting is not silly. I was a waiter for a little while in high school. I got fired though."
"Uh, how?" Please don't be a criminal...
"I flirted too much with guests, or something."
So he wasn't in high school, and he was a flirt. Great.
"See, if I'm flirting, I get called a whore. Of course the only people that come in most of the time are families, kids, or old people. No one to flirt with. Anyways, so what do you do now?"
"Promise not to laugh?"
"Promise."
"I'm in a band."
Something in my head screamed at me to runaway before he finds out I'm 16, and thinks I'm a crazy fan girl. "Oh," I said. "What band?"
"All Time Low."
The name sounded too familiar. Way too familiar. I tried to remember anyone that listened to them, and then I remembered: Molly.
"No way," I said.
"You know us?" he seemed shocked.
I shook my head quickly, not wanting to give away that my sister loved them. She must have not seen him clearly. She obsessed over them.
"No, I just remember that name. MTV probably." I shrugged.
"Our album just came out actually..."
"Really?" I rose an eyebrow. I already knew what it was called. Molly bought it and wouldn't stop listening to it. I had to snap it in half.
"Nothing Personal." he nodded.
"Macy, I've been looking all over for..."
Oh god.
I glanced up at Molly, and heard her gulp. Great. Real charming.
I snatched my purse up, figuring my cover was blown as an adult. "And here's my band obsessed sister." I mumbled.
"Macy. Pretty name," Jack said rising up. "I'm Jack."
I rose up, smiling tightly at Jack. "Nice seeing you. I hope you have a good time here."
"Wait," he dug into his pockets, pulling a pen out. He snatched my hand, and scribbled onto it. I stared at him in shock. "Call me tomorrow? I wanna see you before I leave."
I nodded, and shrugged. "If I don't have anything going on, then sure."
"See you later?" he smiled.
"See you."
I tugged on Molly's arm to get her to walk away. She stumbled but started walking.
"Did you just..."
"Let's not."
