Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Cello Jello ❯ Vol. Fourteen: Chapter Forty-One: Clingy Day ( Chapter 41 )

Clingy Day

Makoto's plan was set into motion. On Saturday, she knocked on Cello's door.

“Yes?” her daughter asked.

“Can I come in?” Makoto asked.

“No,” Cello said. The mom smiled to herself.

“I'm coming in!” she said. Makoto opened the door walked inside. Cello sat at her desk, studying.

“What'cha doing?” her mom asked. The girl groaned.

“Studying,” Cello said. Makoto tried to look over her shoulder.

“I see,” she said. Cello tried to turn away.

“What do you want?” she asked. Makoto started hugging on her.

“Get off,” her daughter complained.

“Let's spend the day together,” Makoto said. Cello whipped her head around.

“Why?” she asked.

“Because I love you!” her mom said. “I want to be closer to you.”

“Since when?”

“I don't want to lose you.”

“Don't do this again!”

“Please?” Makoto looked up with a pouting face. “Please? Please?” Cello groaned and rolled her eyes.

“Will you leave me alone afterwards?” she asked. Her mom pouted as she nodded. Cello looked up at the ceiling.

“Fine, whatever,” she muttered. Makoto squealed so loud in her ear.

“Gah!” Cello shouted.

“Thank you!” her mom yelled. “I love you so much!” Her daughter groaned again.

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Cello didn't want to go out today. She only did it to humor her mother. Meanwhile, Makoto looked happy to be in the city. She turned to her daughter.

“Where should we go first?” she asked.

“I don't know,” Cello said.

“Oh come on!” Makoto said. “There must be some place we can go first! Let's go shopping!” She grabbed her by the hands.

“Shopping! Shopping! Shopping! Shopping!” she sang aloud.

“Enough!” Cello yelled. “We'll go shopping. Geez!”

“Yay!” Makoto cheered. She wildly hugged her daughter. Cello groaned. This was going to be a long day, wasn't it?

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Makoto just had to go to the mall. She headed straight for the clothing store. For her, this was paradise. Cello, not so much. She sat neat the entrance, rolling her eyes. Her mother gushed over every style and color.

“Isn't this cute?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Cello grumbled. Makoto held up a bright pink miniskirt.

“How about this?” she asked.

“Fine,” Cello muttered. Makoto showed her a black halter top with the words “slut queen” in silver letters across the front.

“This?” she asked.

“Yeah,” her daughter said. Makoto frowned.

“You're not even looking!” she complained. Cello frowned.

“I don't care!” she said. “I have never had an interest in fashion.”

“Baby…” her mom said. Cello folded her arms across her chest.

“You don't know anything about me,” she said. He mom looked shocked.

“That's not true,” Makoto said. “I know you well.”

“Prove it. What's my favorite food?”

“Um… Pork miso?”

“No.”

“Shrimp tempura?”

“No.”

“Squid pizza?”

“No.”

“Soy sauce Kit Kats?”

Cello frowned and rolled her eyes as she walked away.

“Baby?” her mom asked.

“Bye, mama,” her daughter said.

“Where are you going?” Makoto asked.

“Home,” Cello said.

“Why?” her mom asked.

“I have to study,” the girl said. “Bye.”

“Cello-chan! Baby?” Makoto asked. Her daughter waved her off as she walked away. Makoto stood there looking like a lost and hurt puppy.

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