Mama! (MaKayla)

[Kia Locke]

"Dancing bears, painted wings,"

Kia rushed to her room, her hair flowing through the breeze while her heart beat out of chest. She was so happy! She hadn't been for long, but she had the most amazing friends with the most amazing roommate. Speaking of her roommate, she had to get going. Well, she was already going, but she needed to be faster. Being in different grades and different schedule, and all, she was always scared of not having enough time with her bestie.

Who was her bestie? Well, who else? It was her love able MaKayla, her Mama. That's her nickname anyway. You just say her first two letters of her first name two times and you get Mama. However, Kia knew, secretly in her heart, that MaKayla also took the place of her real mother, who she had never known. Her brain didn't get the memo, but her heart sure did.

She skipped along, and halted to a stop as she saw a big sign (well, plaque) that said 5G.

This is the room! She thought cheerfully, turning the knob slowly yet carefully. She didn't know what MaKayla was doing behind the door, and so she opened carefully. She didn't want the hall to see anything, just in case. She whispered softly, but loud enough to be heard through the door, "Mama~? Can I come iiin?"

She paused, awaiting a reply from the voice she loved so much.

"Things I almost remember."

[MaKayla MyKa]

She slipped her skirt on, nearly completing the uniform. 'There, don't look so bad' she thought to herself in the mirror. She'd much rather prefer her own style but hey. Long time student, newly made prefect... She was uncomfortable with how short the skirt was though... it really bothered her. But it was better than worrying about fights in the hall. Perhaps her strength would at last be put to good use.

And now for the badge. She navigated it between her blouse and her breast, doing well not to prick herself. 'annnnd there, now it's finished.' She looked at the prefect staring back at her in the mirror. She gave herself a smile, weak as it was. 'It was for the best' she told herself 'you'll make a great prefect.' Though something about the whole thing didn't feel right.

And at that moment she heard a light tapping at the door, followed by a small familiar yelp. "come in!" she cried out as the swung open. Her roommate, Kia entered adorable as ever. Kia gave her a look, it was a mix of cuteness and confusion. And yes, cuteness is an expression... anyone who says otherwise hasn't met Kia.

"Well? What do you think?"

[Kia Locke]

"And a song someone sings,"

As soon as she was given the all clear, she threw the door open, her heart fluttering. She was happy that her friend was there and not off at the opposite side of the school. She stood at the door, letting it close behind at her as she stood behind MaKayla in the mirror. She was awe-stricken, and her eyes gleamed with amazement.

"Oh. My. Gosh. Mama, you are so cute~!" she complimented, running over to give her a hug. A big one at that. Kia was known for her big, cuddly hugs, and MaKayla deserved it.

It just felt right to call her Mama, and as she watched her friend proudly wearing her patch, she couldn't help be proud herself. That is, until she realized she wasn't wearing hers. Her face flushed red, and she let go quickly and turned away, too embarresed to look at her friend in the eyes.

"Once upon a December."

[MaKayla MyKa]

The word, 'Mama,' used to phase her, but it was customary at this point. The girl ran and threw herself around MaKayla, her head pressed hard against MaKayla's chest as she nuzzled her 'Mama'. Unprepared and in fear of crushing the girl, MaKayla gave a smile, stroking the girl's hair lovingly, just how she liked it. "I don't look THAT good," she laughed as Kia looked up to her. The petite girl's head still pressed against against MaKayla's chest.

It was then that Kia caught the sheen of the prefect badge, pinned onto MaKayla's breast (as instructed in the manual). Kia's face turned Crimson. Her arms loosened their grip on MaKayla before letting go completely, she crossed her arms, pouting and avoiding all eye contact.

"Heey," MaKayla crooned lightly, bending down to match her height. "What's wrong, honey?" MaKayla had known Kia for a while now, but she hadn't gotten a hang of the sudden change of tone that came with her. " 's someone picking on you today?" She gave a stern look at Kia, letting her know she'd be more than capable of taking care of something.

[Kia Locke]

"Someone holds me safe and warm,"

Kia sniffled, wiping her tear-stricken eyes. She knew she would have to explain her sudden outburst of crying, but she was a bit embarresed at the reason behind it. As she pondered on why she was tearing up, she admitted it was a dumb reason. It was her fault that she forget to wear her patch, and she was lucky she wasn't caught. Or maybe she was secretly noted by someone else and they would tell the head of her team. She didn't want Nathan to get on her case.

"Y-you do look pretty. You look precious..," she repeated the same idea, wanting to convince her friend that she indeed look pretty. While she brought the attention to her friend and not herself, she secretly and slowly walked to her bed. She grabbed her patch that laid still on her nightstand since the morning.

Hoping MaKayla didn't see it, she hid it behind her back, and she rubbed her eyes with her left hand as her right hand held the patch behind her back. "You look so beautiful that I teared up. I-I'm sorry," she lied, her tone quite shaky.

"Horses prance through a silver storm."

[MaKayla MyKa]

She tuned back to MaKayla, still not looking at the ground. 'Here it comes,' she thought confidently, expecting to hear bad news; but to her surprise none came. Kia had only repeated her previous compliment before turning away again to plop herself on a bed.

MaKayla stood there, a mother's worry evident in her expression, "is that all?" She asked in an attempt to see if that was all.

Kia reached for her badge, placing it behind her back before giving a copy and paste response. Only this time, she lied, swearing there was nothing else to worry about.

Only the lie raised a red flag. MaKayla knelt at the bed, giving Kia her undivided attention. "Hun.. you feeling ok?" She spoke softly.

[Kia Locke]

Kia Locke

"Figures dancing gracefully,"

Kia bit her lip, nodding her head softly as she wasn't sure what to do next. She hadn't bit it so hard as to draw blood, but just enough for the pain to make her open her mouth. She knew by now that she had to answer. She knew that if she closed her mouth without saying a word, MaKayla would be even more suspicious than before. Kia wasn't smart in the common sense area, but she could tell when a situation was going to take a turn for the worse. Either she said something now, or she would be bombarded with questions she didn't want to answer.

Perhaps she was over-reacting. Ok, she was, but in Kia's mind, this was a huge deal. She was a prefect, and prefect's were made to be perfect. I mean, all you had to do was switch the 'e' and the 'r' and they would be the same word. Any little mistakes made Kia angry at herself because she knew she wasn't the smartest knife in the drawer when it came to common sense or the oldest elephant in the pack when it came to memory. She strived to be perfect to fix these flaws, but maybe that was her downfall there.

She knew that if she spoke, she would break down and start crying for something trivial such as a bag. But if MaKayla didn't understand, who did? Kia cared about the little details just as much as the big ones. She had to be the strong one here, even if it was for something as small and as dumb as a badge. So she decided. She would speak the truth.

She closed her mouth as well as her eyes. Her nose filled with air as she took a deep breath in, and her mouth exhaled all the nervousness away. She shifted her hands from behind her to on her lap, holding the brand-new shiny badge, untouched and forgotten. She opened her eyes and looked up, all innocent and sweet. "I forgot to wear my badge today..," she explained, feeling guilt and saddened by the confession.

"Across my memory."

TAGS;
MaKayla MyKa

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354

OOC;
I am sooo sorry for then late reply ;o; My muse didn't have the audacity to tell me it was leaving. So rude!

[MaKayla MyKa]

Concern lingered in MaKayla’s expression. Even if it was silly, if something was making Kia cry, it mattered to MaKayla. “Oh...” she spoke the sound softly, accepting the response as it was as MaKayla repositioned herself. She sat herself next to the teary eyed girl, the bedsprings screeched faintly as she sat. “Do you think you’d get in trouble?” She asked, trying to discover why Kia had gotten so emotional over, what appeared to be, such a trivial pursuit.

MaKayla had grown to worry about Kia. It was a maternal attachment that kept her with Kia. The girl was so weak, so frail; it was a surprise that she had survived it this long on an island full of baddies and psychopaths. MaKayla had grown nervous that Kia was now a prefect with her, didn’t at all seem like a role she was fit for.

MaKayla picked up the box of tissues from the nightstand, offering one to Kia before placing it on the ground at their feet.

[Kia Locke]

Kia Locke

"Someone holds me safe and warm,"

Kia paused, and she nodded slightly. She didn't want to get in trouble. She didn't want to loose her position. She didn't want to loose her friend. She didn't want to loose her room. she didn't want to loose anything! It would have been too much for her.

"Y-yeah. I didn't get in trouble now, but it's probably because of... my memory," she explained, her voice soft and quiet-like.

Kia took the tissue, blowing her nose with a cute little noise. She folded the tissue and blew again, repeating the process until there was nothing but a small little ball. She attempted to toss it in the waste basket near the door, but she missed. She rubbed her eyes, wanting to lay her head on MaKayla. MaKayla was like her mother, and Kia felt very grateful for that. Without her, Kia wouldn't have survived this long. Kia knew it. She knew it, and it showed as bright as day. She could see the people with bad intentions, and she could see how they swerved away from here when MaKayla was with her. It was all thanks to MaKayla, and Kia was happy.

But in a way, Kia was upset about it. She felt depressed that she couldn't make them fear her by herself. This was all for nothing. She couldn't do anything because MaKayla was there. It was both a good thing and a bad thing. She wouldn't be able to strengthen up herself, and she wouldn't be able to protect herself ever if MaKayla was there, holding her hand every step of the way either.

It was truely a tough dilemma for her.

"Horses prance through a silver storm."

TAGS;
MaKayla MyKa

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276

OOC;
MaKayla is so sweet owo

[MaKayla MyKa]

MaKayla always admired Kia, she was so pure and innocent, fearful yet stupidly kind. "You're not in trouble... It happens to everyone." MaKayla lightly rested her arm around the girl, lightly squeezing the girl's fragile frame against herself, hoping well that this sign of comfort wouldn't hurt the young girl. Kia was fragile, and MaKayla was anything but a gentle individual; the two of them being as close as they were endangered Kia just as much as it protected her. It was a thought that entered MaKayla's conscious mind every time was this close to Kia.

    MaKayla shifted herself closer to Kia, the mattress springs creaked as she moved, old and in need of replacement. Seemed some things just weren't priority. "Have I ever told you about the time I broke my father's fishing pole?" Kia had indeed heard the story before, MaKayla hadn't recalled telling it. She could be just as forgetful as Kia at times. Truth be told all Kia needed was a distraction. . .

    It saddened MaKayla how easily Kia forgot about things. A moment of distraction had the tragic potential. MaKayla had never purposefully attempted to take advantage of Kia's poor memory in any way before now.

[Kia Locke]

Kia Locke

"Figures dancing gracefully,"

Kia gave a curt nod as her friend held her close.

She liked the light pressure MaKayla gave her when she squeezed her shoulder, embracing her in a tight yet gentle embrace. It made her feel safe and protective, but it always made Kia nervous. Butterflies flied in her stomach, and she wished she could tell them to stop, but that wasn't in her job description. She could only talk to animals that could talk, so these butterflies would fly in her stomach forever. This greatly annoyed her.

Curse these butterflies.

Blinking, she thought bitterly. Of course MaKayla would say that everyone had done it. It was a lie, and Kia could tell. She was one of the few people to forget their badge, as everyone else was smart enough not too. She was the dumb one.

She knew MaKayla was trying to comfort her, but it didn't really help her heart when she figured out that her friend was trying to protect her. She was trying to keep her innocent. She was trying to keep her pure. Kia wanted to stay pure as well, but she knew that she couldn't stay like that forever, even with MaKayla watching over her like she did. Someday she would have to go up, but it defiantly wasn't going to be anytime soon.

However, she hadn't long to think as MaKayla had brought a distraction to the table.

Kia thought for a moment before her memory failed her. No, she hadn't heard that story before (according to her memory, which was never reliable to begin with). She shook her head with such certainty, it was scary. She forgot so easily. Right now, she forgets little things, but how long until she forgets bigger things, more important things.

She sat eagerly, her hands in her lap. "Can you tell me? Please~?" she asked, her eyes twinkling softly. She awaited for the story, happy to hear it.

"Across my memory."

TAGS;
MaKayla MyKa

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322

OOC;
I finally got my measurements <3 owo

[MaKayla MyKa]

"Of course." she lightly rocked on the bed. She wasn't sure what made her suggest this story or what application it had. But perhaps there didn't need to be a point. It was a distraction after all.

"Well, as a little girl, when I was smaller than you, I had trouble sleeping. My father was always up and about late at night. Fixin' holes in fishing nets or maintaining the trawl. Some nights when he couldn't semd me back to bed I'd help him out..." she gave a short pause for any comments or questions from Kia. MaKayla found herself running her fingers through the younger girls hair. As if brushing it. In fact a brush would help a lot.

[Kia Locke]

Kia Locke

"Far away, long ago,"

Kia listened intently, knowing how MaKayla's stories went. She knew Kia was a bit bouncy and energetic at times, and she definitely couldn't stay quiet for a whole story. She had stuff to say, things to question! Kia tried her best to wait patiently for the break in her story, where she could question to her heart's content without seeming to be rude. Being rude was a thing Kia tried her best not to do, as it showed bad manners and often pushed people away. If you were kind and patient (well, patient enough), everyone wouldn't question on how she was raised. Disappointing her family and MaKayla was something Kia intended not to do... intentionally.

"Smaller than me?" She said, her voice full of wonder, "Is that actually possible? I doubt it! I mean, Mama is the strongest person I know! You couldn't have ever been small like me or even smaller than me!" She seemed so sure of herself, as though what she just said was a scientific fact and it couldn't be proven wrong. Although, considering her logic, she had no reason to be wrong. Kia was a girl of very short stature, and even then, she was frail and sickly. She couldn't have imagined MaKayla, the one who protected her through it all, to have been once so small. Sure, it made sense if she was a baby, but Kia had always assumed that MaKayla automatically transformed into what she was today when she became a child. It's a rational thought for almost everyone. It's like trying to imagine a very old man as a child. It just seems impossible if you had known him as an old guy for most of your life, and the thought of him ever being young just doesn't occur to you until the photo albums are taken out. This was the same way for Kia at the moment.

She continued on, asking with curiousity deeply rooted in her voice, "You couldn't go to sleep? Was it because of bad dreams? My therapist told me that writing down your dreams can help a lot. I guess it helped me when I had trouble sleeping." This was just helpful advice from Kia, even though the story happened oh-so-long ago. To her, It made her feel like she was actually helping.

She sat there, her eyes widened in anticipation as she awaited answers and a continuation of the story.

"Glowing dim as an ember."

TAGS;
MaKayla MyKa

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405

OOC;
none~