snowflake || maeve wiley

Chapter XIII

song ~ ϟ Diamonds (Acoustic) - Sam Smith ϟ

Chapter XIII

"Oh fuck off." Maeve groaned to herself as her alarm blared loudly around the room and she groggily fumbled around to find her phone to shut it off. Sighing in relief as she did the girl rubbed her eyes, squinting slighting as a sparse ray of sunshine crept its way under her curtain, bathing her face in the early morning glow of the outside world.

Though after last nights cataclysmic events, today it was a world Maeve wished would simply evaporate before her, and a quick mental recap of last nights events gave her a splitting headache.

Sean got Jackson disgustingly wasted, who then revealed he'd paid Otis who'd then given him the crappy advice of a public spectacle to 'win maeve over', some kid nearly threw himself off the decorative moon in the name of true love, then actually fell off that moon. Jackson then threw up all over Maeves dress, and his mother's threatened to call the police if Maeve ever stepped near him again, not that she intended to after learning of both his and Otis's betrayal. Neither she nor her affections were an object that could be paid for, that went against almost everything she stood for.

But what was worse, and made everything else seem like a mere bump in the road, was the fact she had absolutely, royally, completely fucked things up with Imogen.

It was her own insecurities, her own fears, her own internalised distaste at the mere thought of being vulnerable that pushed her to say those things she did last night. Her walls had strengthened, and hidden behind them was clearly an ugly monster which had snuck free for a fleeting moment and launched itself at Imogen.

Imogen.

The soft but broken smile on the girls face as she complimented Maeve, she was the only person that night to tell her she looked pretty, and it was after Maeve had spat venomous words all over her, Imogen was a good person. And not like an averagely decent person with good intentions, but an actual good person.

She had a genuine heart, kind eyes, a giving soul and an infectious smile. All things of which Maeve would never deserve, and probably never again get to witness after the way she spoke to her last night.

But now Imogen was someone who could never let her down, and it was a messed up way to end things, but that's how Maeve liked them, end it before anyone ever had a chance to break or disappoint her.

Though usually, it never hurt as much as this time did.

***

"Happy birthday Im." Imogen looked up from her phone after a knock on the wall sounded, Otis standing in the door frame with a polite smile and a hand behind his back.

"Otis, I hate presents." Imogen sighed as the boy stepped further into the room, placing a small neatly wrapped parcel on the arm of her sofa bed. "See people may say that, but in reality really almost everyone who does say that, secretly likes them." Otis commented before taking a seat on the faded red love seat in the corner, gesturing for her to open it as Imogen reached for the present with a small roll of her eyes at his statement, not wanting to admit he was actually correct.

Gently tearing off the end piece of tape Imogen made sure to open it as neatly as possible, careful not to rip the paper as she pulled out a thick bound brown leather book. "Its an art journal, the paper inside is multi media. You can paint, sketch, draw, whatever you want." Otis explained as Imogen ran a hand over the cover, which had her initials stamped into the front, and small intricate flowers carved around its spine and border.