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prudence-carrigan:

Prudence walked slowly down the stairs to the kitchen. It was a Sunday morning and as usual, Prudence always slept in. Prudence looked at the clock, it was almost 2 in the afternoon. She shrugged, she really didn’t care. As Prudence walked into the kitchen, she saw her mom washing the dishes. Her mom turned around from what she was doing and quickly kissed Prudence on the cheek, “Good afternoon sweetheart, had a good sleep?” She asked.

Prudence nodded while running her fingers through her hair, “Yeah it was good. Where’s dad?” She asked curiously.

“Oh he’s at work, he had to stay at the office for a couple more hours.” Prudence’s mom stated.

Nowadays, Prudence’s father has been at his office for long hours. This bothered Prudence very much. Not with the fact that her father is never at home, it was because there was no one in the house to talk too. There was always Prudence’s mom but it wasn’t the same as having Lucy or Max around. Words could not describe how Prudence felt as each of her older siblings walked out the door of the Carrigan house to pursue a life of their own. Prudence dearly missed her quarrels with Lucy and Max and the times in which they stuck together. However, Prudence knew it wouldn’t be long till she herself would turn 18 and would be able make a life of her own.

Grabbing a glass from the cupboard, Prudence poured herself a glass of milk as her mom continued to talk, “Darling, can you finish the dishes for me? I need to do the laundry.” She asked.

Prudence nodded, “Sure thing.” And with that, her mom headed down stairs to the basement. Once her mother’s footsteps to the basement became faint, Prudence sighed as she looked at the sink full of dirty dishes. Usually it would have been Max’s turn to do the dishes if he still lived here. Rolling up her sleeves, Prudence got down to business. She knew her mother would yell at her if she didn’t do the dishes right away.

As Prudence continued to clean the dishes, she heard the door bell ring. “Prudence, can you get that!” Her mother yelled from the basement. “Yes mom! Just wait!” Prudence yelled back while rolling her eyes.

Prudence dropped the dish she was holding into the sink and grabbed a hand towel as she made her way towards the front door. Prudence dried her hands with the towel and opened the door. A slender, brunette girl stood in front of the door way. Prudence could not recall knowing her nor even seeing this girl, she was very unfamiliar. She looked a bit in her early twenties but Prudence wasn’t sure…. she was terrible at guessing ages.

“Hello.” Prudence greeted with a smile, “Are you looking for someone?” She asked while throwing the hand towel over her shoulder.

In her mind, this was one of Sherry’s worst ideas.  Possibly ever.  The phone call wasn’t all bad—she didn’t think so, at least. His mom—well, Sherry assumed it was Max’s mom, because she sounded like a teacher, or something of the sort—answered her questions, patiently, saying she didn’t know where Max was; which was exactly the thing Sherry didn’t want to hear….

But, now, a few days after the phone call, her going to his house—his childhood home, actually—seemed disrespectful. And on a Sunday. She hoped they weren’t Catholics, that probably wouldn’t put them on the right foot…, if she ever saw them again. Sherry wouldn’t back down now, though. She wouldn’t let herself.

Going to their house wouldn’t physically hurt her, and that was all she should be worried about.  

Should be.  But, instead Sherry was worrying about anything and everything else.  Mostly his parents judging her—because apparently, she thrived on approval now.  That was a lie though, the brunette always had—but it could be more magnified now.  Now that she thrived—lived—on attention, from pervy old men, she needed it more from normal people.  

She shook her head, willing the thoughts not to resurface, because she’d been thinking them almost the whole walk there.  And because she’d have to look calm and composed or no one would help her.  Sherry would have to pretend she wasn’t ripping at the seams, like she always did, because it got her what she wanted.  Or needed.

In.  Out.  All she needed to do was ring the door bell.  No need for hyperventilation.  If they ignored her request… too bad.  Sherry could find Max herself.  He was probably just crashed somewhere— In.  Out.  She sighed, rang the doorbell; waited.

Eventually—it felt like she waited a few thousand years before anyone opened the door—someone answered.  A blonde, younger than herself, a little shorter.  Sherry was sizing her up, something she often did now, because of the other girls—her competition of sorts.  

The brunette waved, answering the girl’s not-so-timid hello, “Is Max here?” was all she said, knowing the answer was no.

johnniekandfriends:

It does seem you’re a special sort of lady, must I say. Nicknames and an attitude, you don’t see real women that often. Nicknames it was, such a hard task.

Was that a compliment?  Because it’s been uttered to me before.

And is that a no?  To my nickname?

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johnniekandfriends:

Johnnie K, and you sweet lady? What beautiful name does a creature of your loveliness bare? 

Oh.  I should say how sweet shouldn’t I?  Tell me if I’m wrong.

You can call me Sherry.  But I like nicknames.  Think of one if you want.

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johnniekandfriends:

Ah, well, I still believe in miracles.

But you have to say that…

Mister…?

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johnniekandfriends:

Not from me you yet, so this shall be my strike one. Ladies do indeed deserve to be treated better. 

In Frisco? That’d be the day.

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johnniekandfriends:

Ah, hard words for such a little lady. I mean no offense, never at all.

Yeah. Okay. Like I haven’t heard that before.

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