The rattling of pills bottles were censored inches throughout the room. Forcing the room to waver with signals of movement. A pinched off amount of weight grasped the bed. Having the struggles of being planted on one measure of the mattress wasn't in reach.
The thumping of feet stretched across the room with a low blow of a door shutting. A glimpsing view came across her heavy eyelids. As she become unfamiliar with her surroundings and proceed to drift off.
Emerging from the palleted bed she walks to the door with her unawakened legs. Skipping huge gaps throughout the floor approaching to the doorway of the room.
Shifting the wooden plank open. She lingers within the hallway leading the gown into the open. Bare feet passing against the rough carpet.
Her eyes were on full regards for her surrounding as she looms back to the start. Ringing up the service phone to provided room slippers as she waits impatiently for transportation.
Rampaging across the hall as she slipped them on in a rush. She catches up to the elevator. Leading herself to seem impulsive to the people who shares the elevator. She hovers her hands over her eyes with embarrassment for her actions.
"Maine, get in the car" she heard as she stood in the main entrance. Spiriting straight into the Cadillac beyond hesitation. With having her sister light a cigarette unremitting her habits. She snatches on command and throws the butt from the car.
"Can I at least make it home without being at risk, Juna-". Being added with a hastily interruptive response "Shouldn't I say the same thing to you?" staring straight at Maine.
Maine leers at her as pull into the driveway and proceeds to leave a glaring whole through Juna's head. "Mom, Maine's back" as her voice echoes throughout the house. Another noise resounded the space throughout the house. While an old middle-aged woman stampedes down the stair whimpers anxiously with open arms.
"How can the host runaway from their own celebration?" in a tempered voice. Putting more pressure on her daughter's waist.
Juna swatted her mother away as she tugged Maine up the stairs. The closed door echoed as she pressured weight on the walls of the room. "Are you gonna speak or what", waiting for explanation of her disappearance.
She gave dim look at her as she slips off the slippers, "Whatever do you mean?" as she tuck the slippers underneath the bed with the soles of her feet.
Glancing at her sister until she stubbles Upon "You know what, we're going to grab you a beverage ." Staring into her eyes for desperation to send a signal through her thick skull.
"I love how you believe I agree with every command you say" she state as she unclothed to a refreshing shower. With her lifting up the dress her eyes meet with a white and black polka dotted neck tie. Passing across her bed she placed the tie in her nightstand.
Leaving from the front entrance and entering through the Driveway with a floral topping of the jeans with her presences. "You do know that we're only going to be there for half an hour, right" she stated before settling in the vehicle with joggers.
Tilting her head to the palms of her hands under her breath she mumbled "Not everyone got to dress effortlessly." Proceeding to enter the passenger seat and make an acceptation to her smoking habits during this destination.
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His eyes widened as he witnessed the scenery he was provided with. No madame mademoiselle in length of sight. He flusters into panic. Untamable to manage through the rampage as he stretched across the room for her presence. Having realization he emerged in front of the telephone and out of the room for overwhelming stress.
The sign of irritating worries left him with his thinking process to a bare minimum. Colliding the tapping of his fingers with the vibration of the engine as the reflection of light levels his migraine. Glancing in the back view mirror his eyes catching on to the blush pink heels left in second row of seats.
He thought to his self "She must really love that shade of pink." As of running errands he was now able to focus on his true mission of getting in the car. As soon as he was stopped by a traffic light the girly screeches of hollering and unclearness interrupts his train of thought with a flinch through the open car window he peeked just a tad bit to see the situation.
They rapidly wiped their mess off of the centers console inside of the car. Searching through the car of the people besides him notices the passenger on the right side of the vehicle.
He rechecked as if he was hallucinating from the suns heat raves. Raising the tented window it's normal standard as he witness the ladies vehicles move out of stance.
Tracing their tire tracks he follow them that the nearest coffee shop. He lingers off of to the other side of the road as he watched a few cars fill through the space that was created.
Gripping on the steering wheel tighter with the palm of his hand turn bright red. He thought out of mind; "Maybe I mistaken them as the wrong person" but he didn't deny know that he could be incorrect. Being assumed as a majority of the vehicle that had filled within the space left a pathway large enough as he slowly rises behind the Cadillac.
The young ladies drove the lanes their tires usually laid across. After the accidental spill of a strawberry smoothie they giggled; "You should've seen how ridiculous you looked, it was priceless."
" Oh, how funny you are if it was you would do the same" replied in a rude way. Sarcastically rolling her eyes she stated, "Yeah but I don't." Slowly realizing the stupidity that lingers.
A few moments later another car pulled through the neighborhood. Having every driveway connects with the single lane street.
He driven to the Modern Cottage homes he remembered the structure of. Approaching to the mailbox he tinkers with his pockets in a panic as his grey eyes create contact with a servant.
"Excuse me, sir" as he steps few feet forward for assistance. "My name is-, you know what, do you have a pen and paper and maybe a box in handy?" he said rephrasing his sentence.
Retreating to the car his smirk grew with satisfaction knowing that he done the right thing. Recapturing the moments he spent with the women led his happiness to fading.
He left without a thought to trace back. Until he was reminded that his suit tie was being held in her possessions. He groaned with his head against the steering wheel acknowledging that his standards increased.