Forget Me Not
  7

The next few days passed painfully slow for both Oliver and Randi. Between school and Oliver’s busy schedule (on the other hand, Randi had nothing to do, being grounded), they barely got to talk. They didn’t see each other at all either.
On Randi’s birthday, Suzanne agreed to let her go out with Katie and a couple other friends only after talking to Katie’s mom and lecturing Randi about lying and sneaking off. Randi tried not to roll her eyes. Suzanne was trying to protect Randi from making the same mistakes as she did and from losing her childhood, but Randi felt more like she was being smothered than protected.
As much as she wanted to, Randi didn’t go to see Oliver. She followed Suzanne’s rules and was even back early. She decided to get on her mom’s good side so when she wasn’t grounded anymore, she could go out with Oliver, who already had some big surprise planned for her.
It was a Saturday the day that Randi’s house arrest before. The night before, she went to talk to Suzanne who was in her office, grading essays.
“Can I go out tomorrow night?” Randi asked, apprehensively. She knew she was pushing it asking to go out so soon after she got out of trouble. She just hoped her good attitude recently was enough to give Suzanne reason to agree.
“Tomorrow?” Suzanne looked at Randi over her reading glasses and the wooden desk, red pen poised in the air over her stack of papers. “You’re barely ungrounded.”
Randi bit her lip. “I know,” she said softly, staring at the ground. Suzanne sighed and sat back, dropping the pen on the desk and setting the glasses next to it.
“With who?”
“Oliver,” Randi said, looking straight in Suzanne’s brown eyes – it was one of the few things the two actually had in common. As much as Suzanne scared Randi, she refused to be ashamed of Oliver, or even to appear ashamed of him.
Suzanne raised her perfectly-waxed eyebrows in surprise. “Elliot?”
“He’s planning on picking me up at seven,” Randi said, pluckily. Either Suzanne would admire her courage or be annoyed they’d made plans without asking permission first. Randi was hoping – praying, even – that it would be the former.
Whatever Suzanne was, Randi could see on her face surprise. Randi had always been submissive, trying to be the best daughter she could be, the perfect daughter. Although Suzanne had always appreciated it, she admired this new attitude that she saw in her daughter. It reminded Suzanne a little bit of herself when she was that age.
After studying Randi for a moment, Suzanne sighed and sat forward, picking up the pen once again, playing with it.
“Is that who you were with at the mall?” Suzanne asked, looking up at the end of the question.
“Yeah,” Randi said, not bothering to lie. She’d already paid the penalty for that deception, so now there was only something to be gained from her honesty.
“He’s a nice boy,” Suzanne said, thoughtfully. She liked him enough and knew him to be respectable. She sighed. “Alright. You can go.”
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The next day as she was getting ready, Randi took a leap of faith and asked for Suzanne’s opinion on an outfit. She put her foot down, however, and refused to wear a dress, a skirt, or any type of heel.
Then Suzanne did Randi’s hair so it fell in long waves down her back. By the time Oliver rang the doorbell, Randi felt closer to her mother than she had in years.
 Author's Note: Sorry I haven't updated in so long, but I've had a fever since Sunday.
I wrote this while I was sick, so if it's not the best I've written, I'm sorry. ):
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