I looked at her, her eyes tear-filled and truthful. "Is she home?" I asked her, referring to the little Carmen.
"No. She's at school."
"Listen, I'm sorrie if I accused you, but I was so scared." Hey, it was a panic attack, okay? I honestly thought that December, my close friend, stole my life!
"No, no, I understand." she whispered, her voice cracked and staggered. I felt bad, I even mad her cry. I know I hurt her by accusing her, but what was I too do? I didn't know that she didn't have it, where else could all my clues point to? "I don't think Carmen will know anything, but you can still ask her."
"Thanks Dee, it means a lot to me that you'll let me talk to her." I admitted, trying to lighten up the frequency of bad vibes I was getting. Hey, I can't help it if I feel bad! Can I? I sighed, watching December perk up, she heard something. It was funny, she looked like a dog, all perked up and ready to strike at the smallest hint of a noise. She got up and approached the window, her fingers grazing the dark green curtain. She bearly pulled it open, and she pulled back, turning toward me. "She's home." she told me, her voice was harshly soft. I know I hurt her by jumping to conclusions, but I can only apologize so many times. I don't really I was so bad, all signs did, after all, point in her direction.
"Alright," I said, sitting up and fixing my skirt so I looked presentable. "Look cheery." I smiled at her, watching her hurry to her seat just before lifting her glass of soda to her lip. We were silent, until we heard the thump of little Carmen's footsteps. "So, how'd you like the novels? Do you think they're publishable? Or no?"
"Mmm," December said, pulling her lips away from her glass, Carmen stepping into the room. "Definitely. I think you should really publish them nation- wide. Your a talented writer."
"Hi, hi!" Carmen said, jumping in as soon as her older sister stopped talking. We both turned toward her, smiling broadly. "Whatcha' doing here Mandy?" she asked.
"Me?," Can you tell I'm nervous?, "Oh, I came to find out your sister's opinion about my books. Have you seen them?"
"Honey! Carmen, dear!" A voice called, interrupting my strong readiness to present my question.
"Mom's home?" December cried, her head whipping toward me, shock trembling on her lips. Gee, her mom sounds wonderful already, seeing from the look Dee just shot toward me.
"Yeppers, she brought me home from toy store."
"What'd you do that was so wonderful, this time?" Dee questioned her little sister. Was I missing something? Carmen smirked, a women stepping into the room at exactly the same moment. She was tall, almost intimidating to me, but I wasn't afraid, not yet.
"Once in your life December, be happy your sister is so wonderful, will you? I bought her something because she helped me get something I needed so I cou..," the mother trailed off, her eyes lingering on me. "Amanda London?" she shrieked, her voice high and mighty.
"A pleasure to meet you." I said, standing up. Her mother, Becca, snorted with a snobbish laughter and gazed at me while grabbing December by the collar and pulling her up out of her seat.
"Please," she looked at Dee with piercing eyes, "Get over here, I need to speak to you." What crawled up her ass and died so suddenly? December twitched with nervousness and she stepped out into the hallway with her mother, Carmen laughing.
"Is she okay? Why is she so mad?" I asked her.
"Mommy can't stand you. She hates you, that's why she made me steal th-" a shrill cry interrupted us, and I jumped.
"What was that?" I quizzed, shaking.
"December, she always cries like that when mommy takes her away from me." Carmen said happily.
"How often does that happen?" I stepped close to the door, murmurs lingering outside. I could hear December crying, and I knew what happened. Becca, her mother, must of smacked her, what nerve!
"A lot."
"Figures." I said, reaching for the knob and opening the door. Becca faced me, spit forming at the sides of her mouth. She was fuming! December, on the other hand, was red-faced and upset, curled into a ball on the floor. Her knees brought close to her, hugging them tightly and her head rested on her arms, shaking. "Dee, c'mon. It's time to go." I stated, reaching down and grabbing her arm, tugging her. She slowly rose to her feet, clinging to me.
"What? You plan on taking my daughter out? Please, Mrs. I'm- coming-from-nowhere-so-I-can-steal-Becca's-job." Ah! I knew it had something to do with my newspaper job. I don't even have it yet, doubt I will. I heard, from my friend Jody, who works at the Tulsa Times, that someone was sneaking in stuff to the owner about me....ohmigod. Was it Becca?
"Yes, ma'am. December, my best friend, is coming home with me." I took her in my arms and we started to walk toward the door. It wouldn't take us very long to get down the street, if only Isaac came to pick me up on time. Taylor has the car, he went to the police station to report my theft. His car, of course, was dinged, and he decided the best thing to do was to bring it in to be fixed. My argument was, 'It's just a little ding!', but did I win? Nope, he even refused my nail- polish solution.
"Fine. December, if you walk out that door, don't expect to come back. You'll make your choice." Her mother called, as I opened the front door. I gazed outside, as Dee pulled away from me, was she going to stay? Right there, finally, Isaac was there, waiting for me. He got out of his jeep, noticing the confusion in my eyes.
"Is everything alright?" he asked, knowing he was our savior. Was he always so wonderful?
"Yes, it's alright now. May we go?" December said, stepping lower onto the porch, away from the doorway, and her mother.
"Mmmhmm," I nodded, smiling broadly as I grabbed my best friend's arm and tugged her toward the jeep. "Let's get a move on." I said, noting at Ike to get in the car before Becca turned into a raving maniac.
"Off we go!" Ike spoke, his voice deep and appointed, as he highered his leg into the jeep.
"Bye." December said, she wasn't as happy as she should of been.
- - - -
Davey smiled, he was next to her, sleeping. He must've been tired, he had been working all week on his tracks for the new c.d, it is quite draining. She gazed down upon him, his face was tense, and it seemed as if he were in deep thought. A little line appeared above his left eyebrow, as it always did when he was confused or bewildered about some situation. She smiled, knowing she loved him, when yet she didn't know if he felt the same yet. She got up, carefully, and walked into the computer room. She plopped down into the seat as she entered AOL. She minimized the connection volume and quickly signed on-line. Under her screen name, NYbaseballChik14, she entered her mail. On her Buddy List, few people appeared, no one she cared to talk to at the moment, yet an IM appeared anyway.
HnsnGrlAlways: Is this Davey?
Who in the world is this? Davey wondered, not knowing how this girl got her screen name. Or who she was.
NYbaseballChik14: Do I know you?
HnsnGrlAlways: no
NYbaseballChik14: should i? and how do you know me?
HnsnGrlAlways: i saw you at the mall, with Zac.
NYbaseballChik14: Zac who?
- -
Zac and Davey were very careful with who they let know about them. They both knew, in the back of their minds, that if they announced they were going out, and then broke up, both Davey and Zac would never be able to live it down.
HnsnGrlAlways: Hanson, duh..don't act stupid.
NYbaseballChik14: where do you live?
HnsnGrlAlways: why haven't you told us about you?
NYbaseballChik14: why should I tell you anything? i don't know you, i don't know what your talking about. any sane person would keep themselves low key to the world when it comes to people like you
- -
Ohmigod, why is this girl getting on my case? Bearly anyone knows about Zac and I, her thoughts trailed off, unless Janey opened her mouth. Bitch!
HnsnGrlAlways: look, davey, im not hear to harass you, im just pissed off that your going out with zac, im suppose to marry him
NYbaseballChik14: really? are you a daydreamer, any?
HnsnGrlAlways: listen bitch, its not right of you to be going out with him and not make him tell us, i mean, i always knew he'd fall for a hoe-bag like you. i mean, look what you were wearing at the mall! can you not afford the whole outfit?
NYbaseballChik14: excuse me?
HnsnGrlAlways: I'm going to the press you know about this, its not fair Hanson has to lie!
NYbaseballChik14: about what?
- - - -
"Dave?" It was Zac, he's awake. Before Davey could even close the IM, Zac was by her side. "Who are you talking to?" he quizzed, his brown eyes lingering on the IM.
"I don't know. She say's she saw us at the mall and then she started harassing me." Davey told him, leaving out the part about going to the press.
- -
HnsnGrlAlways: you heard me! you and I both know your not stupid, especially if your fucking Zac Hanson.
NYbaseballChik14: listen, whoever you are, i think maybe your on crack or something, because i am NOT dating, never mind fucking Zac Hanson. or any Hanson for that matter. I don't even know who they are!
- -
"Sweet," Zac laughed, rolling his eyes, "I don't understand fans sometimes. They all know I'm just a normal guy and I do need a girlfriend now and then. If they really like me then why won't they let me be happy?"
"I don't know. They have this crazy dream that you love them as much as they love you."
"They know I love them! We love all our fans, our fans are great, but if I wanted to really fall in love with them, I would obviously be with them, wouldn't I?" Zac said, obviously holding back something he's been longing to say.
- -
HnsnGrlAlways: yea, whateva bitch, i told you, im going to the press, and i just logged our whole conversation, now tell me your screwed.
- -
"Ohmigod!" Davey shrieked, ragging with anger toward the snobby obsessive fan. "I can't believe this!"
- -
NYbaseballChik14: what?
We're sorry, HnsnGrlAlways has signed off.
Your joking, right?
wRoNG DeSiReS?
first is the best....(liar!)
...second is the worst (big liar!)
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