BEFORE
Chapter 1(Sadie):Fall, or It's gonna be a long night
Originally, this was most definitely not my idea. If I remember correctly, it started something like this: "NO!"
"Come on Mercede, you know you want too."
"Sadie, if you don't come I'll kill you" "You are too far up on my list to be saying stuff like that, Kelsey, or should I say 0.3?" I replied, gladly turning away from the two sets of puppy dog eyes battling my defenses from across the table. My own little group of friends had decided that I(the klutziest klutz of our trip-along group) should come along with them to the roller rink(read=green circle of pain). I tried to tell them no, but Kelsey and Annahay wouldn't take no for an answer. Kash just asked to bring a friend. No boys, just because...(my theory is that we, or rather I, scare them all away) we all have our own boy backstory, and would rather not talk about it. It's not that I don't like skating, I really love to. My problem is the guy who lives FOUR FLIPPING BLOCKS AWAY from it. Not that I'll tell you why yet. you will see.
"I guess I will, it's not like I have anything to do anyway. It's not like that is dangerous or anything." We all laugh at that one. What, you might think, is so funny? We go roller skating/blading often because it is the closest we can get to flying in public.
"-yes it's been written in the scars of our hearts." I sang in tune with the song. We had arrived at our local Flying Wheels about 15 minutes before, and I was already singin' and skating to the dj's music choice. I recognized the next song and immediately skated over to my friends at our table, interrupting their talk of the latest Haley and Al. "Never said yes to the right guy-" I sang proding Shelby with my elbow. "Mercede-"she laughed, then frowned when she got my meaning. "What?" Kelsey said. "Hey, you're one to talk, Sadie." Kash stated. "Yeah, Mercede,. Wait, what? Ohh-I get it!" Hannah(aka Annahhay) interjected. They were talking about the latest thing that was making me uncomfortable. My so-called "boy problems." Simplist form: I know this nice guy, older guy, (maybe have a crush on him kinda sorta) and he asks out my little sister(we are Irish twins) Kat. She says no. I talk him though the rejection(which is hard to do during a silence competition. Intense!), and we become friends. The next trip is six months later. This time we hang out alot. He asks me out. I say it's complicated. I wanted to say yes, but I am close with my dad, and he wants me to let him find someone else! I tell him(this boy) that I would say yes. We still text. Smile at passing in the hallway. I told him my miniflock's secret. I cheer him when he's low. I on and off hate him. I hate that we haven't had a real face to face in a long time. Girls tell me he's desperate. I know the truth. He's lonely.
We all get up to skate as they announce that they will be playing a Taylor Swift marathon in honor of her birthday. Not that any of us love her. Just her music. Not Kash, though, who has repeatedly informed us of her blame-it-all-on-you-look-to-the-sky-and-scream"WHY TAYLOR WHY" philosophy. "Do it for Chadly!" I beg, reminding her of our Taylor loving resident blonde cherub. We do it for Chad.
We are on our thirteenth lap(A SIGN!) to the song Trouble, when And right on time, Hannah recites"I knew you were trouble when you walked in-Hey! Look who's hear!" "Is that-?"Shelby asks. She scratches her what can only be described as dark blonde hair, then points off over my shoulder from across our table. "Mann-" "-Yep," I say, cutting her off turning to see the dark brown bob of hair through the crowd. "It's trouble."