Lucille's POV I looked at the clock on my phone and then the mirror in the bathroom.

1:30 A.M.

It was past midnight and I wasn't asleep.

My hair was now a maroon red and I felt guilty and scared of it.

I had done it to myself, overthinking and contemplating about how Andy got mad yesterday and how he said I was 'hiding' something. Was it his way of telling me he didn't like my hair? Was he telling me to just be myself? Why did I even care?

I grabbed a washcloth and wiped off the foundation covering the mess of freckles splattered across my face.

Should I wear no makeup tomorrow?

Ew. No. He couldn't even take you serious when you covered those disgusting blemishes.

"Aye, Jacki?"

"Mhmm?!" She shouted from her room.

"Do you, uh wanna come with me to work tomorrow?"

I heard her exhale through her nose.
"Why."

"I just..." How could I say I was afraid to see a patient?
"We never spend any time together, I thought we could... bond."

"Never. Say. 'Bond.' Ever. Again."

A sigh drips from my lips.
"Is that a yes?"

"Whatever."

I could practically hear her rolling her eyes.

Then, an idea sprung to mind.
"Hey, Jacki?"

"WHAT?!"

"There's my intern, Maggie, I think you two will get along just fine."

Notes

Hehe I'm watching My Babysitter's A Vampire c:

~Nikki