Bad news guys. Some bitch is threatening to get me kicked off of FanFiction, so I have to take this and all my other original stories off of FF and repost them on here before I take them down, or else I'll get the boot. You know what? I hate tattle tales. All I wanted to do is write a cute litte story, and for that they want me evicted. So rude! Anyway, I didn't have much time to edit this chapter what with the sudden eviction notice, but I hope you'll all find it to your liking!
Now I've been at the Rockwell Institute a good month and a half. It's been going pretty well too, all things considered. I'm already ahead in all my classes, of course, but that's not so bad. Surprisingly, Sam takes the same level science classes that I do, so sometimes we study together. He's pretty fun to hang out with once you manage to get him talking. It's a shame only Parker and I seem to be able to. Clara and Tessa are still annoying beyond belief, but Sam, Parker and I have become pretty good friends. The weird dreams continue though, like tonight's for example.
I find myself standing at the baseline of a tennis court with a racquet in my hands. Obviously, I'm beyond confused, mainly because I've never set foot on a tennis court in my life. Another reason is the girl on the other side of the court. Call me crazy, but I'm pretty sure she's Barbie. What do they put in the food at this place?
Barbie runs to the net and waves me over. I walk up to meet her. Up close, I see she has big green eyes, perfectly done make up, rosy cheeks, and a cute pink tennis outfit. The complete adorableness of her face makes her look incredibly similar to, well, a Barbie doll.
"Hey Barbie," I say, "Where's Ken?"
"Off plotting to take over the world with an army of well dressed GI-Joes and brainwash the fashionably challenge," she replies without missing a beat. I snap my fingers.
"Darn that Ken, always up to something." The Barbie girl laughs.
"P or D?" She asks. I look at her uncomprehendingly, searching her face for some clue about what she meant, and blink a few times.
"P or D?" She repeats. She holds out her racquet and points to the handle. ON the end is a silver lowercase p, which I guess would be a d if you turned it upside down. I get it now! Sort of.
"Um, D," I say. She spins the racquet on its head and watches it clatter to the ground, then checks the handle.
"It's D," she tells me, picking up her racquet. "Do you want to serve or return?" Since I have no clue how to serve, I tell her I'll return. She starts to walk towards the baseline on her side of the court to start the game, but I call her back.
"Um, quick question. You aren't really Barbie are you? Or am I just that messed up in the head?" The Barbie girl raises an eyebrow.
"Think about it Madison. Who do you think I am?" I'm about to say Barbie, but then I take her advice and think about it. There's something familiar about her appearance, the sea green eyes, the shoulder length blonde hair, the excessive use of pink in her headband, tank top, skirt, shoes and racquet, it all reminds me of- wait a minute! It couldn't be her, could it?
"Kayla?" She grins.
"Yep. I'm a little insulted you didn't recognize me in the first place, but I suppose Barbie is acceptable," Kayla replies. My mouth hangs open.
"But you're, like, seventeen!" I exclaim. "You can't have aged three years already, it's only been a month!"
"It's that mind thing I told you about. I want to look seventeen, so I do," she explains.
"That's it? Just as simple as that?" She nods. I think for a moment, then say, "That is messed up." She nods again and laughs.
"It really is. It sure is fun though." I shrug. "Do you want to play a match now?"
"How important is it to know how to play?"
"I'd say pretty important." I consider this for a moment.
"I'm sure I can figure it out. Let's play." She grins and I walk to the baseline. She does the same.
"I'll still serve first," she calls. Kayla makes this bizarre motion, like she's trying to aim a bow and arrow, then swings her arm back and slams the ball at me, making a sound like the snapping of an elastic band. I can hardly see the ball, it's moving so fast. I have no choice but to jump out of the way or get some serious brain damage.
"Holy…whoa," I say, eyes wide. I'm surprised that ball didn't leave a path of destruction in its wake. Kayla, not really noticing my shock, has moved to the side a bit and is taking up the weird position again. I gulp. This is going to be a very long match, I can already tell.
It takes a while, but I eventually get the hang of returning. We're able to play out the points, although Kayla hardly has to do a thing. She rockets the tennis balls of doom at me and it's all I can do to lightly tap it over the net. I'm sorry to say that I manage to trip over my own feet in pursuit of the ball. And to think, I was the most coordinated of the three of us. Funny how things can change in a month. Speaking of changes this month…
"Kayla!" I call over the net, panting after one particularly difficult point. Kayla, however, has hardly broken a sweat. We both run up and meet each other at the net. "How's Allan?" Kayla hesitates for a moment, then says, "He's good."
"Really?" Her hesitation has given me good reason to be suspicious. She nods.
"Yea. Mr. Raymond was able to find him. He's okay." I feel the tightness in my chest brought on by his disappearance loosen up. Kayla's a terrible liar. I can tell she's being honest about this and not just trying to make me feel better.
"Good," I say, still panting slightly. "So he's getting used to both of us being gone?" She shrugs.
"He's adjusting, but he's not really happy about it. He's actually being kind of cynical. He just seems kind of…lost." This brings my mood down a bit. "But don't worry Madison. It'll all work out. It always does," she says reassuringly.
"Let's get back to the game," I say, changing the subject. I don't want to think about it. The homesickness still hurts to much right now.
"Okay, but promise me one thing. If anything happens, don't do anything stupid." I give her an insulted look and open my mouth to speak, but she cuts me off. "Don't deny it Mad. You've always been too active for your own good. You take action first and ask questions later, and someday soon that attitude will get you in a whole lot of trouble. Just promise me you'll be careful."
"Kayla-""Promise!" I hold my hands up in surrender.
"Okay, I promise!" She grins triumphantly.
"Good. Now we can play." We both go back and she starts to serve, but I'm not paying as much attention as I was before. What could be going on that would make her so worried about me?
As I said, I'm not really as focused as I should be, so it should come as no surprise when I say that I've just been nailed in the face. My head pounds, I start seeing spots and I stumble back. Soon, I trip over a stray tennis ball and fall backwards into a sea of them. I quickly find myself blacking out in a pile of the yellow fuzzies of death.
My eyes snap open and my hands fly to my face. I rub my head cautiously in search of a bruise. I know it was all a dream, but you can never be too sure. Finding nothing there, I sigh in relief and then glance at the clock. 10:25. I bolt up.
"Shoot! I'm gonna be late!" I spring out of bed and start getting ready, chanting, "Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot," under my breath the whole time. As soon as I'm dressed, I sprint down the hall, up the stairs, and down another hall to Caleb and Parker's room. I reach their door and knock loudly. No one comes to the door.
"Can I come in?" I call through the door. No one responds. I sigh. "I hope everyone's decent because I'm coming in!" I say, adopting Allan's greeting. I walk in and see Caleb's already left. Parker, however, is still curled up in bed snoring at the same volume he does everything, loudly. I laugh. I should've guessed he'd still be asleep, he always is. Normally, Caleb wakes him up before he lets me in the room, but I guess it's up to me this time.
"Parker!" I yell, clapping my hands in front of his face. "Get up, get up, get up!" He doesn't. I consider dumping cold water on him, but that'd be mean. I also consider putting his hand in warm water- a prank I know only Parker could truly appreciate seeing as he did it to both Caleb and Sam last week- but that'd be immature. Instead, I just yank the covers off him. Big mistake. Turns out Parker sleeps in just his boxers, not something I needed to know and certainly not something I wanted to see. I shriek girlishly and slap my hands over my eyes. I've seen boys in swim suits before, but somehow this just seems different.
"Huh? What?" Parker mumbles, finally waking up. "Holy crackers!" He cries. I hear the loud rustling of him frantically pulling the blankets back on. "What the heck?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I spin around and try to exit, but just run into a wall. "I can't find the door, just go change in the bathroom!" I hear him running for the bathroom and the door slamming shut. Sighing, I seat myself on the floor, feeling extremely uncomfortable as I spread my books around me.
Parker comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later in jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, his face still a little pink from embarrassment. He looks at me, turns a little pinker, then sits down next to me.
"So what are we starting with?" He asks. I shrug.
"Algebra maybe?" He nods and starts flipping through the two ton math text book. I help him go over problems for a few minutes when out of nowhere, the image of him curled up, cuddling a pillow like a teddy bear comes to mind. I remember the pattern of his boxers and begin to giggle. Parker looks up from his work.
"What's so funny?" He asks. I try to suppress a smile.
"Nothing." He doesn't let it go though.
"No really, what is it?"
"Nothing, nothing." I break into a grin. "You know Parker, it takes a real man to wear teddy bear boxers." His eyes widen for a second, then he crosses his arms.
"Ah, shut your trap Madison," I keep grinning at him. "My mom bought those for me!" He adds defensively.
"Uh-huh, whatever you say Teddy Bear," I reply, smirking at him. I turn back to whatever stupid equation I'm trying to explain to him, but he's not letting this slide so easily. He chucks a pillow at the back of my head and I look back at him. "Do you wanna go Boxer Boy?"
"Bring it on little girl!" He says, doing that weird beckoning motion you always see in karate movies.
"Oh, it's on!" I jump at him and tackle him to the ground. I pin him to the floor and sit on his back, doing one of those triumphant laughs that sound way cooler in the movies.
"Not cool! I wasn't ready!" He cries, his face smushed against the floor.
"Too bad sucker!" I laugh. He wriggles around a bit until he manages to roll over on his back, sending me crashing to the ground. I push myself up and give Parker one of those 'if looks could kill' looks. He scrambles to his feet and makes a run for the door, but I tackle him again and start hitting him over the head with the pillow he threw at me.
"Help! I'm being abused!" I smack the side of his head lightly. "Why must you hurt me so Madison?" He rolls over and lifts me off of him. "You're really gonna get it you know." I smirk.
"Not if I get you first!" He starts running toward the other end of the room and I chase after him. He reaches onto a shelf and spins around to face me.
"Say hello to my little friend!" He says in a weird accent, pointing a plastic yellow and green water gun at me. My eyes widen.
"Oh, you wouldn't." He grins.
"Wanna bet? Because I promise I would." He pulls the trigger and begins squirting with a vengeance. I shriek.
"This water is freezing!" Parker laughs.
"I know! I was going to get Clara and Tessa with it, but I'll waste a prank for the sake of self preservation." I stick my tongue out at him. He returns to squirting me. I use my hands to block the spray and run backwards away from him at the same time but he just chases after me. Thinking on my feet, I dodge the stream of water and grab a plastic water bottle from my backpack. Then I jab a hole in the cap with a pencil and spray him back with my makeshift water gun. This goes on for a while until we both run out of water.
"Reload!" Parker says, starting towards the bathroom to refill his water gun in the sink.
"Not a chance!" I tackle him again and this time he bangs his head on the wall. "I'm so sorry Parker! Are you okay?" I ask, moving back to give him some space. He sits up slowly, groaning and rubbing the back of his head. A few seconds later, I'm about to ask if he needs an ice pack when he looks up with a mischievous look in his eyes.
"Oh you should not have done that." His appearance begins to shift. His nose and mouth get longer, he starts getting hair and his size changes until…
"Oh fudgy buddies," I mutter. His breath is right in my face and, aw man, does it stink! "You have dog breath." He barks loudly then growls. "Yea, I'm just gonna go," I scramble to my feet and run out, the floor shaking as the St. Bernard Parker bounds after me.
I wish I could say there was a good long chase before he caught me, but then I'd be lying. I hardly make it halfway down the hall before the giant dog-beast launches himself into the air and knocks me to the ground with a thud. I roll onto my back and my nose is immediately filled with a disgusting odor.
"Gross!" I say, pinching my nose. "You smell like wet dog!" Parker barks, then proceeds to lick my face, thoroughly infecting it with cooties and the awful stench of doggy breath. "Gross!" I squeal. "You're disgusting Parker!" He lets out a series of barks that sound suspiciously like laughter. I shove him off me and he rolls onto his back, continuing to bark happily. The sound quickly becomes more human as he shifts back to his usual form until it turns into Parker's all too familiar laugh.
Parker remains lying on the floor laughing for a few minutes and I'm totally prepared to tear my ears out. I kick him in the side. Nothing. I flick him in the head. Nada. I pinch his nose and scream every Christmas song I know in his ears. Zip. I can tell he's just trying to annoy me now because he's really bad at fake laughing. I'm trying to think of something to do when his watch starts beeping and he bolts into a sitting position.
"Looney Tunes time!" He says brightly, smiling like a little kid on Christmas day. He stands and we begin walking back to his room.
"You have a Looney Tunes alert?" I ask.
"Of course I do! The Looney Tunes are awesome!" He replies.
"Aren't they for seven year olds?" He gasps dramatically as if he can't believe such blasphemy had been uttered in his presence.
"You just don't understand the connection I have with Elmer Fudd and Daffy Duck." I look at him strangely.
"Elmer Fudd?" He blinks a few times.
"I regret nothing!" He blurts randomly.
"You're a freak," I say. Parker raises an eyebrow.
"Aren't we all?" He asks.
"You especially," I reply. He looks at me then pouts, trying bravely to look cute and failing.
"Aw. Madison make Parker sad." He says in what's probably supposed to be a little kid voice, but sounds more like a sad clown.
"Good," I say, grinning. He sticks his tongue out at me. We reach the door and walk in. Parker turns on the TV, which is tuned into the news station, and rolls his eyes.
"I swear, my brother is a forty year old woman," he says, shaking his head. "Now where's that remote?" He begins looking under beds and desks for the remote.
"Why don't you just use the buttons on the TV itself?" I ask.
"There aren't any that change the channel," he replies.
"Really? Why not?"
"Because the people who make TVs fail at life!" He yells the last part at the ceiling as if the TV making people were on the floor above us. While he goes on with his tireless crusade, muttering insults about the people who make TVs, I turn my attention to the news, something I very rarely do. But I'd choose hearing about some old lady's cat being rescued from a tree than get any insight as to what goes on in that strange little head of his.
"Onto more serious news, there has been little progress in the search for the missing boy from Indiana. The fourteen year old went missing from his adoptive family's home just over a month ago and hasn't been seen or heard from since. A man named George Raymond, a federal officer, was involved in the search from the beginning and was just reported missing yesterday as well. Police still aren't sure if there's any connection between the disappearances. Anyone with any information on either of the two is asked to call their local police station immediately," the news anchor says. A picture of both missing persons appears on the screen and my mind goes blank. Parker's still rambling about the remote but the sound goes in one ear and out the other. Then the thoughts begin spinning through my mind and my eyes begin to burn threateningly. I have to get out of here quickly; I can feel the heat sparking up in my hands already. I spring to my feet, drawing Parker's attention.
"What's wrong?" I jump slightly. I'd almost forgotten he was there.
"Huh? Oh, uh, nothing. I'm just gonna go." Smooth lie right? Just goes to show how great my training really was.
"Wait, Madison-" Come on dude! Do you want a scorched room?
"Bye!" I push the door open and run out the door, my eyes brimming with tears. The second I step out I run straight into Caleb.
"Whoa Madison, where are you rushing off to?" He says, holding my shoulders and studying me-running into him knocked me off balance. "Hey, what's wrong?" I don't even waste time trying to answer. Instead I just push him away and start running again. "What did you do?" I hear Caleb behind me.
"It wasn't me!" Parker says defensively. "Girls are just weird like that I guess." I hear a smacking sound as Caleb slugs his younger brother in the arm and the two arguing, but I can't hear what they're saying anymore.
At least I make it to my room before I start crying. I just can't believe what I saw on the news, but I don't really care that I broke down in front of my friends. I had every reason to, because George Raymond was my teacher, and the boy on the news was Allan.
Okay! So what'd you think? I know it's not the longest chapter in the world but it's still good right? Now, as always I want reviews but I have a few things I want specific feedback about.
1. Parker and Madison's friendship- does anything seem too forced or too fake?
2. Parker- is it me, or am I writing him kind of gay?
3. Madison- Is Madison a Mary-Sue?
4. Drama- how did I do with that end part? Is this a stupid time for Madison to cry, did I over dramatize this? And what'd you think about the delivery? Too obvious? Please try to answer some of these questions for me in your reviews it'll really help me out!