Warning: Language and some partial nudity
"Christ Mac, turn it off or I'll throw it across the room!" a male voice grumbled gruffly.
Remmy grunted again and collapsed against the pillows.
"I swear, your ass is out the door when I'm out of the shower, whether you're dressed or not," she threatened. She couldn't believe she'd let him talk her into bringing him home again. They had this ridiculous on-again, off-again relationship.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Remmy said testily as he got out of bed and scooped up his pants.
"Yeah, okay," Mac agreed grudgingly as she sat down with her cereal. "Call me."
Reaching up, she held him close a moment. "I missed you, too," she admitted.
Freddy glanced up from the counter with a scowl on his face. "It's about damn time, Mackenzie! I got two tables that need their orders taken!" He jabbed his finger towards the customers who looked like they'd been waiting too long.
Hardly pausing a moment, she pulled the pen and pad out of her pocket and approached the first table. "Hey guys, what'll it be?"
"It's about time!" the out-spoken one in the group said snidely. "Don't think you're getting a tip!"
Good morning to you, too, Sunshine, she thought caustically as she forced a smile onto her face.
But, the minute she'd turned 18, she'd packed her bags and said "So Long" to the orphanage and headed out to make it big on her own.
She scoffed, As if!
"Hey! You!" she called out, reaching out to grab the girl's arm. "You didn't pay for your food!"
"HA!" Mackenzie snapped smugly. "That'll be the day!" Freddy would have her back. He hated it when slackers skipped out on their tickets!
Fired! she fumed, stomping her feet, ready to throw a full-out temper tantrum in front of Freddy's Diner.
Mackenzie scoffed, "If you only knew!" she slurred with a laugh, feeling a little tipsy. A few drinks in and everything was looking much better... "Drink. Imma go get 'nother drink," she said, tottering away. She watched him shrug and turn to one of her friends and start dancing against her. She snorted, probably out loud, judging from a few people that glanced her way questioningly.
"Get bent," she said, continuing on without sparing him a glance.
"Hey, screw you!" he called back to her, turning to his friends and trash talking.
"Whoa, Mac, wait, it's not what it looks like!" Remmy said, holding his hands up to keep her at bay.
"It's not what it looks like? And tell me? What does it look like to you? Because to me it looked like you had your tongue down her throat!"
"Am I right? Were you enjoying his tongue down your throat?" she asked, dangerously calm.
Bianca tossed her hair over her shoulder and turned back to Remmy. "Should she leave? Or should I?" she asked snottily.
Remmy was about to apologize and ask for a moment to explain when Mac exploded.
That slight pause was enough to tell Mac everything that she needed to know. "Don't worry about it, Remmy. I'll make it easy for you! I don't ever want to see you again!" she said, turning on her stiletto heel and hurrying away.
"Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight," she said, then stopped, feeling foolish. Here she was, sitting outside and talking to herself! She crossed her arms and let out a huffy breathy.
But, what if it worked, a voice in her head whispered. Mackenzie glanced back up at the twinkling stars, one shining brighter than the rest. "I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight."
Mackenzie shut her eyes tightly, thinking of all the years spent in the orphanage, being passed over for being a gangly-legged, mouthy child. "I wish that I could find someplace where I belong!" she whispered fervently.