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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 25, 2005 21:22:53 GMT -5
Hey, don't mind me. Talk and laugh all you want. Then whe, you're done, then you can update.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 25, 2005 21:25:36 GMT -5
Okay. Well, we'll probably be talking and laughing until tomorrow. So....that's when I'll be updating.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 25, 2005 21:32:32 GMT -5
Okay. I'll be fine, don't worry about me. *twitch, twitch*
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 25, 2005 21:50:32 GMT -5
I'm sorry...
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 25, 2005 21:54:31 GMT -5
DOn't be.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 25, 2005 21:56:19 GMT -5
Well, I'm going to update "Am I Just Paranoid" if that helps any.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 25, 2005 22:12:22 GMT -5
Just got done reading it. Thanks, you're too kind.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 26, 2005 17:21:50 GMT -5
PART THIRTY TRE'S POINT OF VIEW "Chris! Come back!" I called after her. It was perfect weather for a funeral. It was foggy and grey, with no rain, but just enough clouds threatening to storm overhead. Chris was a pretty fast runner, I had discovered, as she tore across the cemetery. My calves burned as I chased her, as did her step-dad, whom I had never met before. He was a faster runner than I was, so he was more apt to catch up with her. She turned around and looked at me, then slowed down. "I'm not moving!" she screamed at her step-dad, who sped up a bit. "Even if you catch me! I'm not going anywhere." I stopped running, only because I felt like I couldn't run anymore. I watched as she headed off at the sight of her step-dad, who seemed to be gaining on her. I stood there, hands on my knees, gasping for air. "She's making a big mistake, all because of you," said a voice behind me. I turned around, and there was her mother. "What?" I asked through gasps for air. "I've seen Chris with other boyfriends. She kept talking about how hopefully she'd grow up and marry one of them, but they resulted in nothing but problems. You'd think after what happened last time, she would realize that very little good can come from boyfriends," she sighed. "Last time?" I asked, not quite sure I wanted to know. "She didn't tell you?" she asked, not looking surprised. "The last boyfriend she had was named Christian. They started dating in sophomore year, and they had sex. Chris got pregnant. She refused to have an abortion, so she had the baby and just left it at the hospital." "What?" "What part don't you understand? She left the baby there. And Christian wanted nothing to do with the baby. He refused to believe it was his." "Wow," I whispered. "Well, maybe it'll be different here. If she got pregant..." "She won't get pregnant," Chris's mother interupted. "She won't because she's going back to New York, away from you." "You bitch," I snapped. "Excuse me?" "I said 'you bitch'! What part don't you understand?" I questioned, mimicking her. She blinked at me, like she didn't believe I had said such a thing. "Chris is almost 18. She can do whatever the hell she wants." "Almost is the key word," her mother said. "She's still 17, and I'm in charge of her until then." I glared at this woman. No wonder Chris would rather live with a murderous rapist than with her.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 27, 2005 15:44:51 GMT -5
o0o0o, evil mom. Cliffhanger...
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 27, 2005 19:35:55 GMT -5
PART THIRTY ONE REGULAR POINT OF VIEW "I'll be back. I promise," I whispered to Tre. We stood in front of Dad's old house, which sported a "For Sale" sign in the grass. All my stuff and anything of Dad's that I had wanted was loaded into the truck in the driveway, and my mother was still going through the house, checking and making sure there was nothing of value. "I know," he said, looking like he was about to cry. "Don't cry," I said. "If you start crying, I'll start crying." "I'll try not to," he murmured, forcing a smile. "I'll miss you." "I'll miss you, too," I said. "But look, it's just a couple months. The day I turn 18, I'm making plans to come back here. I swear." "Cross your heart and hope to die?" "Stick a needle in my eye," I promised, leaning forward and kissing him softly. "This sucks so much." "Tell me about it," he sighed. "Just a few months. I'll call you as soon as I get to New York, okay?" "Okay," he said. "CHRIS! Come on! We're leaving!" my mother called as she exited the house and headed toward the car. "I love you, Tre," I said, feeling the tears coming forth. I couldn't help it. He looked so pitiful and lonely. It's just a few months, I told myself. Just a few months. But that didn't help. Tre wiped at his eyes, as if he was too macho to cry or something. "I love you, Chris," he said. "Chris! Come on!" Mom yelled. "God, hold on!" I screamed. James looked like he knew that our constant bickering wasn't going to stop once we got to New York. Tre kissed me again and I wrapped my arms around his waist. "Make everything better," I said. "Like you always do." "I can't," he said. "But if I could, I would. Hell, if I could, I'd bring you the moon." "You're such a romantic sap," I said, laughing through me tears. "I love you." "I love you, too. Have a safe trip." "Will do." I said. I walked to the car, looking over my shoulder at him every few seconds. I got in the car and started sobbing and he waved sorrowfully at me as I began the voyage to the airport.
TRE'S POINT OF VIEW She was gone. For now, anyway. I waited until I couldn't see the car anymore and walked over to Billie's house. "You okay?" Billie asked as I walked inside. He, Mike and Nona had said bye to Chris earlier. Their goodbye wasn't as sad. For them, she was just coming back in a few months. It was no big deal. But for me, it felt like she was going away for forever. "Yeah," I mumbled, walking into the living room and collapsing on the couch. I burried my face into a pillow and cried, something I don't do often. But Chris was worth sheding a few years over.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 27, 2005 19:39:51 GMT -5
Aw, that's so sad....*sniffle*
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 27, 2005 19:43:43 GMT -5
Whenever I reread my stories, I see so many typos that it makes me cringe. Please forgive me for that.
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Post by TABBY on Jul 27, 2005 19:45:07 GMT -5
lol, poor tre... * sniff sniff*, anyway please update ;D
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 27, 2005 20:00:27 GMT -5
PART THIRTY TWO FIVE MONTHS LATER... "Tre! Come here!" "What?" I asked, wandering out of my bedroom and following Billie's voice. Toward the kitchen. "Mike stuck a straw up his nose!" Billie proclaimed. "I do that all the time and you guys never care," I groaned, proceeding to walk in the kitchen with the intention of pushing the straw through Mike's nose and into his brain. But I was surprised not to see Mike with a straw up his nose. Instead I saw Billie smiling at me, Mike sitting at the kitchen table with his knees pulled up to his chest and a girl sitting on the counter. She smiled at me, with the smile that I knew so well and ran her fingers through the red hair I could recognize anywhere. I resisted the impulse reaction to run over to her, scoop her into my arms and kiss her, like in most bad movies. Instead, I strutted over to her, acting as coy as I could, singing, "Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood. You sure are looking good. You're everything that a big bad wolf could want." "What big eyes you have! The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad. So, just to see that you don't get chased. I think I ought to walk with you for a way," she sang. "What full lips you have! They're sure to lure someone bad. So, untill you get to grandma's place. I think you ought to walk, with me and be safe," I continued. "This is like a bad musical," Billie mumbled. But Chris kept singing. "I'm gonna keep my sheep suit on. Till I'm sure that you've been shown. That I can be trusted walkin' with you alone." I had to finish it. It was expected of me. "Little Red Ridin' Hood, I'd like to hold you if I could. But you might think I'm a big bad wolf, so I won't. What a big heart I have! The better to love you with. Little Red Ridin' Hood, even bad wolves can be good. I'll try to be satisfied, just to walk close by your side. Maybe you'll see things my way before we get to grandma's place. Little Red Ridin' Hood, you sure are lookin' good. You're everything a big bad wolf could want." She blinked at me for a second, as if waiting for something else. What was she waiting for? It hit me. I let out a loud howl that echoed through Billie's house. "I missed you," she laughed. "Not as much as I missed you," I said, lifting her off the counter. She wrapped her legs around my waist. "Aw....isn't this enough to make you sick?" Mike asked. "Shut up," Chris laughed, then went back to kissing me.
THE END
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Post by Kill on Jul 27, 2005 20:12:21 GMT -5
Aw, yay! Great ending. I'll move it now.
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