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A/N: I want to take a moment and thank all of my wond-tastic (wonderful and fantastic. My new word, u like?) reviewers. Seriously, all of you are beyond awesome. I know I haven’t had an Author’s Note thanking ya’ll in a while but I just wanted to jump into the chapter, u know? Now, however, is the perfect time to say thanks to you dear-ies.
Anipike – Oh man, you have no idea how happy you made me when you told me you were still into my story. I thought everyone gave up on it by now. I know, I know, I’ve been a bad author, not updating in so long, but I just had a writer’s block. Sorry. I’m updating now though!
Summerluvin375 – Thanx.
WiredCrazyFrances– I’m glad you like it. I get kinda discouraged sometimes, but it’s reviewers like you that make me sit my ass down in front of the computer n update, no matter how unsure I am of my work. So thank you for reviewing, and I agree, Leon and Lacey are fuckards.
Sasha – Hey, my own sister likes my story! That makes me very happy. And yeah, Wild One was originally based on Glow, the real-life club I go to, but then I made it a lil different. Like, Glow only plays Rap, while my fictional club, Wild One, plays all types of music. Also, W.O. is “fancier” and more teenager-y. Anyways, thanks for reviewing. You rock.
Eileen – Thank God! I thought it was pretty funny when I read it back to myself, but no one else said it was funny to him or her, so I was slightly disappointed. But you made me very happy! I wuv you, Leenie! Thanx for reviewing. Muah!
Jiro – Omg, you are like one of my most favorite writers and you like it?! I swear I almost fell off the chair from excitement n happiness when I read your review. You are one cool chica. I’m ecstatic that you love Ben, cuz he’s my fave character too, but no one else likes him much (tear). How can you not love a hot gay boy who checks out other hot guys’ ass? I mean, c’mmon. Lol. And yes, it is back to “3 months ago”, but I’m thinking of changing it to like, one month or 3 weeks or something, because otherwise the story would be too slow. So yeah, for now, it’s “3 months ago”. What’s wrong with the name Leonard?! I rather like it… Max equals Maximius, hahaha. I love that. Maximius. (snickers). But I changed his first name to William b/c the name Max reminds me of this guy I know so… ew. Oh, and can you guess Cliff’s full (first) name? Hahaha. Yup, it’s Clifford! Like the book, Clifford the Big, Red Dog. Hahahaha… I’m so cruel to my characters… And I know, CliffNotes (dot) com does have good notes. I like, swear by that website when I didn’t do the reading (for school) n need a brief summary. I’ll update sooner if you do, ok? Let’s make it a deal. Lol. So anyways, thank you, thank you, thank you for reading and reviewing. I love your story, so you better update soon too.
Fading Shadow of Vengeance – Thanks! You like my plot? Yay! That’s really cool, especially since I don’t actually have one. Lol. Thanks for reviewing.
AmyBabe – Youreally like it? Sweet! Always makes me super happy to have a new fan. (grins). Thanks for reviewing.
Yisa – You are another one of my absolute favorite writers and you cannot imagine how ridiculously happy I was when I saw that you reviewed my story. I actually did my own lil happy jig. (coughs) yes, I am a geek, don’t make fun. Lol. Read my 5th chapter, it’s longer. I’m trying to make the chapter longer, but gah… Takes too damn long. Thank you SO much for reading and reviewing!
Lolitta – You are my retarded best friend, and I know I’m hot (haha, not!), but you’re gonna have to restrain yourself. I’m sorry but I just don’t swing that way. Lol. Usually. Hahahaha. Jk. Love ya sexy! Thanks for reviewing.It might be a while till my next update cuz I’m out of ideas, so I’m sorry in advance for the wait. I wuv you guys! Oh, and I am very very very sorry for the huge wait, but uhh… I love you? Ok, in all honesty I just didn’t have any idea what to write and I was lazy, which is a bad combination. So yeah, don’t give up on me. I’m still writing this story. It was on “hiatus”. Lol.
P.S.
I CHANGED MAX’S NAME TO WILL (WILLIAM). JUST A HEAD’S UP.
The next morning I woke up with a sore neck and back from sleeping in an uncomfortable position in Pearl’s armchair. Darn Pearl kept me up all night with her “Girl Talk”! By the time she was through with her rambling it was past three in the morning, so I collapsed on the closest thing to me, which happened to be her armchair. Thank God I have such an understanding mom. I don’t know many parents that would be ok with their daughter calling them in the middle of the night, saying she won’t be coming home tonight like she promised, because she wants to stay another day at her best friend’s house. In my defense however, I’d like to say that mom did allow me to stay at Pearl’s for “a while” two nights ago, when I walked in on Leonard- Anyways… Last night she just randomly called me and said she expected me home that day by midnight. I don’t know how I talked her into letting me stay another day at Pearl’s house, but frankly, I’m not one to look a gift-horse in the mouth.
Stretching my poor aching muscles, I went to awake me darling best friend. I should mention that it is a nearly impossible feat to achieve because Pearl is a heavy sleeper. The only reason she woke up of her own accord yesterday was because of the phone’s incessant loud ringing. But today it’s my job to rouse Sleeping Beauty. Oh joy.
“Pearl, get up” I say in a bored voice. No reaction.
“Pearl, get up.” Still nothing.
“Get up dammit!” Pearl turns to her other side, still asleep.
“Pearl Adams, you get your fat arse out of that bed right now or I’ll be forced to take drastic measures!” The only movement coming from her is the rise and fall of her chest as she continues sleeping peacefully.
“Fine, I gave you a fair warning.” I go to her adjoined bathroom, fill up a cup with icy-cold water and return to her bedroom.
‘One. Two. Three – ’ SPLASH!
“Ahhh! Shelly, what the fuck! Have you lost your mind?!” she yells. Gee, I think I upset her. Now why would she get upset over a little cold water? Hmm… I silently laugh to myself.
“Glad to see you’re up. Finally.”
“You could’ve just asked me to get up. You know, gently. Sheesh.” I roll my eyes at her and choose to not reply. Why have a pointless argument this early in the morning?
“Right. Breakfast?”
“Yeah, I could do with some breakfast. And so could you, you stick. Seriously Shellz, do you ever eat? Wait, yeah you do. Well then how do you stay so skinny? You never work out. Ever. I swear, if I ever saw in the gym, I’d pass out cold from the shock.”
“Hardy har har”
“Hey, tonight I’m gonna go home, so drive me home after whatever it is we’re doing today, ok?” I ask.
“Sure”
We finish eating, put the dishes in the sink (Pearl’s family has a maid), and call Pearl’s mom to let her know we’re leaving. Where to? No clue. I don’t think Pearl herself even knows. As long as we’re out of the house though, I don’t care.
“Pearl, we just went shopping yesterday. Must we go again today?”
“Well if you recall, sweetie, we never actually bought anything. And anyway, we’re going ice-skating. So be quiet.”
We grin at each other and hurry inside as soon as Pearl finds an empty parking space. You see we both adore ice-skating. Watching it, doing it, talking about it… ok, so we don’t hold long, deep conversations about it, but you get my meaning.
I put on the rental skates and walk cautiously onto the ice. A second later Pearl joins me. I start skating slowly, warming up, but I pick up speed rapidly as I feel more comfortable. Soon I’m practically flying across the ice arena, a deliriously happy grin plastered on my face. It feels so right. So completely freeing. I look around and see Pearl gliding along at a leisurely pace, smiling like there’s no tomorrow. The best part is that there’s almost nobody here besides us, so we’ve got tons of space. No little kids in the way and no newbies slowing us down. I decide to practice my axels, flips, salchows and lutzes. Those jumps are beautiful but so hard to execute. I’m a little wobbly and not very good at them at the moment, but that’s because I haven’t practiced them in a while, so… Pearl is much better, but then again she’s been taking figure skating classes for seven years, and continues to take them right now. I’m kind of envious of her grace on ice. I used to take classes with her when she just started out, but then I decided to take dance classes and art classes instead so I had to quit figure skating. Today I’m all right, but I don’t even come close to her skill level. Oh well. Maybe I’ll take it up again someday.
After about 3 hours skating I grow tired and cold. All I want is to go somewhere warm and comfortable. I call Pearl over to me.
“Hey, you wanna go? I’m kind of tired.”
“All right. Let’s go.”
We take the skates off and turn them in before changing into our own shoes and leaving.
“My house. I just remembered I have to return my library books today if I don’t wanna get charged a late fee. Which I don’t. So after I get my books, go to the library, ok? Didn’t you want to get some new books anyway?”
“Yeah, I did. Ok, a quick stop at your house and then the library. Gotcha.”
After I get my books from home, Pearl, being the awesome friend that she is, drives us to the library. Ok, let me just say that the library is like my second home. Well, actually Pearl’s house is my second home, so I guess that makes the library my third home, but whatever. The point is that I love it here. It’s so relaxing. I love reading and a place that has thousands of great books has my complete and utter approval and love. I drop my (almost over-due) books in the drop-off slot and proceed to walk inside. Pearl’s already waiting for me by the lovely aquarium when I enter. Then we set off in search of some interesting and entertaining books. Two and a half hours later we’re still book hunting. I have 6 in my hands, while Pearl has like 10. And no, we’re still not done. So after about three hours (total), lots of (loud) giggles, and pointed looks from the agitated librarians, we check out our mountain of books and leave. I could have sworn I heard one of the librarians sigh in relief as we were walking out the door. Then right before we reach Pearl’s car I remember something.
“Shit!”
“What’s wrong?”
“Bloody hell! I left my cell in the library. Ah, fuck!”
“Don’t worry ‘bout it. Just run in there and get it. I’ll wait out here. Hurry, ok?”
I nod and quickly sprint back to the library. This time I definitely heard one of the librarians groan and another mutter, “Oh you have got to be kidding me!” What? Ok, so we asked them once or twice for help in finding a book or two. God, you’d think we made them run around for the entire time we were there in search of books we ended up not getting anyway. Oh wait, we did. Oops. Well, whatever. That’s what they’re there for, right? So I ignore the dirty looks I get from the pissed off librarians and go look for my cell phone.
“Now if I were a cell phone, where would I be?” I ask myself.
“Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity you know.”
I whip around to face a very familiar smirking teenage boy.
“What do you want Cliff?”
“Just saying hi to my favorite girl.”
“Your favorite girl? You’ve only known me about 10 minutes. One dance in Wild One does not mean you know me.”
“Well we can get to know each other, right here on this convenient little table.” He wiggles his eyebrows, which actually looks pretty sexy on him, but I just roll my eyes.
“Just make sure you keep your moaning and screaming down, wouldn’t want to upset the poor librarians, would you?” he continues.
“You’re a big. I mean pig!” I stammer. He laughs.
“I know I’m big. Glad you took the time to notice.” Another smirk. What did I see in him again?
“Look, I don’t have time for this. I just came back to get my cell and get out.”
He reaches behind me, making sure he’s practically on top of me, and picks something up from the table.
“You mean this cell phone?” he says, as his hand “accidentally” grazes my butt cheek. I jerk away.
“Yes, that cell phone. Now give it to me.”
“How do I know it’s yours?” he says, his smirk deepening and his voice taunting me.
“It has my name written on it. Michelle Tryst. Now give it.”
“What will I get in return?” He leans in close and puts his free hand on my ass. I look him straight in the eye and say,
“Don’t you dare…” He gives me a mischievous smile and squeezes.
“Get your hands off my ass you pervert!” I yell.
He laughs and hands me the cell. I notice he has my number written on his palm. Probably got it off my cell while I was walking to the car with Pearl, cuz I know I left my cell phone on the second floor, not the first.
“Nice seeing you, Michelle. If you’re lucky, I just might call you.” He smirks, winks, and walks away.
I stomp out of the library, fuming. The librarians’ glare has nothing on mine.
“You’ll get who?” Pearl asks. I didn’t even realize I’d reached the car. I was too busy looking like an angry escapee from some loony bin.
“By the way, I waited for forever! What took you so damn long?”
So I told her the whole sad tale, thinking she’d be the supportive friend she’s supposed to be and help me plot my revenge on the cocky asshole, but what does she do instead? She laughs. Not even a small, quick laugh. No, I’m talking about a long, hard, stomach-aching, tears-in-your-eyes, rolling-on-the-floor kind of laugh here. Some friend she is.
“It is not funny!” I yell. She just keeps on laughing.
“He defiled my cell phone! He grabbed my ass! He suggested we have wild sex on a small library table! This is not a laughing matter! Pearl? Pearl, are you listening to me? Stop laughing damn you!”
If anything, this made her laugh even harder. She was practically crying. I just stood there glaring at her. If I were in a cartoon, steam would be coming out of my ears. Eventually she composed herself, letting out a chuckle every so often. By the time we reached my house, I was so pissed I couldn’t even talk. I just took my bag of library books out of her car and walked to my front door. Her parting words were, “Never knew you were an exhibitionist Shelly. Sex in the library with a hotty you barely know? Wow. Call me once he takes you up on that offer (‘It was his offer!’) and tell me all about it.” I threw my left flip flop at her retreating car in reply.