The cards
886 Words
POV: Macy
After about fifteen minutes of walking, I realised I’d left my purse at home.
There was no way I was going back—not after what just happened. I’d get a full lecture for swearing at Michael, and honestly? I wasn’t in the mood.
The walk would do me good anyway. Clear my head after everything… the argument, the dream…
Typical, it started raining.
On a midsummer’s day.
The irony actually made me laugh.
By the time I got to Alex’s, I was slightly damp and completely over it. I let myself in like usual.
“Hey Maggie, how’s your day going?”
She glanced up from her crossword, cigarette in hand. Her jet-black hair was streaked with grey at the temples, and her skin looked even more weathered than last time—too much sun, not enough care.
“Good, love. Pete and I are planning another trip to Spain. You and Alex should come next time.”
I smiled. “Yeah… maybe next time, Mag.”
If I could ever afford it.
I leaned down to kiss her cheek and instantly regretted it as she blew smoke straight into my face.
“Is he upstairs?”
“I don’t even think he’s awake yet. Go jump on the lazy kid,” she said with a cheeky grin.
Perfect.
Alex’s room was exactly how you’d expect—like Beyoncé herself had exploded in there, mixed with sage and incense.
I loved him… but wow.
I took a small run-up and launched myself onto the bed.
“Jesus Christ! You’re a bloody elephant,” he groaned. “Get off, you lump! I should’ve known I wouldn’t get a sleep-in. You don’t even live here!”
I laughed, rolling off and dragging his blanket over me.
“Michael’s being his usual i***t self. So I made an executive decision to come here early.”
I nudged him over, making space for myself.
I hesitated for a second.
If I told Alex about the dream, he’d either take the piss… or drag out an Ouija board.
“Okay, so… I had another weird dream.”
That got his attention.
“He was there again. But this time… he spoke to me.”
Alex turned, suddenly wide awake.
“And I got scratched,” I added, pulling my hair aside to show him my neck. “Like—actually scratched.”
“What the hell…” he sat up straight. “That is some scary s**t, babe.”
Then his face lit up.
“Oh my GOD. I just got new tarot cards! Let’s use them and figure out who this b***h is messing with you.”
I groaned.
“I don’t want to know my future, Alex. It was just a dream.”
He giggled like I’d said something ridiculous.
“You won’t see your future, relax. It’s just guidance. Plus, they’re new and I need practice. So… you’re doing it.”
I stared at him.
There was no arguing with Alex when he got like this.
“Fine. But nothing too intense.”
He grinned, already setting everything up with way too much excitement.
“Shuffle the cards and pick four.”
I did as I was told.
He laid them out carefully, studying them with an exaggerated seriousness.
“Hmmm… okay…”
“What do you see, Alex?”
“Don’t rush me, I’m connecting,” he said dramatically.
I rolled my eyes.
Finally, he nodded.
“Okay. This one is The High Priestess.”
I frowned slightly.
“She represents your subconscious. Things hidden. Things you can’t access in the real world—only through dreams, symbols, intuition.”
My stomach dropped a little.
“It’s reversed,” he continued. “Which means hidden agendas… confusion… but also that your gut is trying to guide you. You just need to trust it.”
Silence.
“Okay… that’s actually freaky,” I said quietly. “I don’t want to do anymore.”
His grin widened.
“I told you I had a gift.”
I shook my head.
“Or maybe I do—I picked the card.”
But still…
He wasn’t wrong.
My gut had been screaming at me.
I just didn’t know what it was trying to say yet.
“Anyway,” Alex said, clearly over it already, “we’re still going to that party tonight, yeah? Elsey’s place.”
“Yeah,” I shrugged. “Could be fun.”
He smirked. “Might find me a hot man to snog. You might even find one too instead of obsessing over dream boy.”
I rolled my eyes.
Men.
“I don’t want just any man, Alex. I want someone who actually… matters. Someone who makes me better—and I make them better.”
I paused.
“I don’t want to settle. I want something real.”
He softened slightly.
“Amen, babe. But you can still have fun along the way. I just want you to loosen up a bit… let people see how amazing you are.”
I smiled at him.
“If you weren’t gay, I’d date you.”
He snorted.
“Unlike you, I have zero morals. I’m here for a good time and hot men.”
Typical.
And somehow… he always managed to find them.
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