Seven Minutes in Heaven
"Boys are beyond the range of anybody's sure understanding, at least when they are between the ages of 18 months and 90 years" ~James Thurber
Brittany Miller
I hold the phone to my ear, my eyes widening with excitement. I can feel them getting all dry as I listen to the sweet tone of Macy Moyer. She's a new girl from England with an amazing sense of fashion. I can't help it; the girl was becoming my idol. I never thought someone would truly surpass me. "So, are you in?" Macy asks in her awesome British accent.
"Of course I'm in!" I squeal, pulling out of the haze I'm in. I can hear the smile in Macy's voice as she explains the details. She was throwing a coed sleepover with everyone in town. It was a way for her to make some new friends I suppose. My sisters and I were to report with all the sleepover essentials and a contribution to the endless amount of food she needed. I bop my head up and down, saying 'uh-huh' at the appropriate times.
Finally, Macy hangs up the phone and sprawl out across my bed, my heart thumping with excitement. Tonight would be the best night ever. My phone vibrates, making me sit up. I flip it open and grimace as Alvin's name is displayed across the screen. Though, my background is of him and me making ridiculous faces in my mirror, so I shouldn't be complaining too much. I shake my head. I have to change that picture. Hey babe ;)
I roll my eyes at the text, and write back: What do u want?
U going 2 Macy's? :)
I'm about to respond with an absolute 'yes' with a million smiley faces when Jeanette walks. I smile at my sister as she balances about twenty books in her arms. They all look like novels with interesting titles. And we must remember, me saying that a book looks interesting is saying something. "What's all that for?" I ask her.
"Oh," she blushes, flustered. "I'm bringing these over to Simon's later. We were thinking of having a read-a-thon tonight," she smiles.
"You can't!" I jump up, grabbing her shoulders. The books fall to the floor, but I don't give it the time of day. I stare into my sister's scared, green eyes as she stares back at me. "We're going to Macy's!" I cheer, letting her go and twirling around the room until I fall into my sheets, giggling like a girly mess.
"What?" Jeanette asks. "That new girl?"
"Yeah!" I sit up. "She's throwing a coed slumber party and we're invited!"
"Did you ask Miss Miller?" she asks. I fall silent, my mouth going slack. Jeanette raises and eyebrow then smirks. She picks up all of her books and stacks them on her desk in an orderly stack. When she finishes that, she hops onto her bed, taking out her phone.
I furrow my eyebrows in annoyance. You know what? Miss Miller will totally understand! She raised me after all! Besides, just because boys and girls will be sleeping in the same room, doesn't mean that anything will happen! It's just some fun, and for a good cause too! Macy needs friends, and if I'm not there, no one will show up!
"Miss Miller?" I ask, skipping into the kitchen with a bright smile. I lean on the counter, watching her wash dishes. "Have I ever told you how young you look?"
"What do you want?" her southern voice comes out harsh as she turns to me with her fists on her wide hips. My eyes widen and I put a hand on my chest, mouth a 'me?' Miss Miller gives me an annoyed look as she nods.
"Why, I'm hurt Miss Miller," I pout. "I just came down here to compliment my beautiful mother," I smile widely. Miss Miller raises an eyebrow. "Well," I but a finger on the corner of my mouth. "Now that you mention it, there is one tiny thing that I want."
"I knew it," she puts a sopping wet rag on the counter and starts to clean again. "The answer is no Brittany," she says without even hearing me out. I give an exasperated breath, no believing for a moment that she was actually doing this to me! I mean, come on!
"It's just a sleepover!" I protest. "Please Miss Miller! Please, please, please!"
"Begging will get you nowhere," Miss Miller looks down at me. I realize that I've been reduced to kneeling in front of her with my hands clasped together. I quickly get to my feet and stare at her with wide eyes. "Don't even try it Brittany. The answer is no. I've heard all about this Macy girl's coed sleepover and the answer is no!"
"B-but Alvin's going!" I yell, knowing my argument wasn't much. Tears spring to my eyes at the prospect of being laughed at by Alvin Seville because I had to stay home with mother-dearest. Miss Miller waves me off and I know it's over. I'm not going to Macy's, I'm not going to have any fun at all. I round the corner and sit myself down, leaning my back on the pink wallpapered walls. It just isn't fair! I kick at the carpet.
"David?" I hear Miss Miller say. I peek around the archway leading to the kitchen, seeing Miss Miller tangled up in the phone wire. I smile inwardly, rushing over the coach, leaping over the back and bouncing off the cushions. I grab the extension and press it to my ear.
"Hey Miss Miller," came Dave's voice. "Why did you call? I've got a lot of work to get done with The Chipmunks before they go to Macy's."
"So, they're really going?" she sighs. I can't help but break into a wide smile. She's cracking.
"Well, I don't see the harm," Dave says worryingly. No, no, no! I mentally scream. Be strong Dave! Dave sighs and says "They're just kids Miss Miller. Maybe we should just let them have a little freedom."
"Maybe you're right," Miss Miller says, a frown leaking in her voice. "Maybe I was a little harsh on Brittany when she asked me about it. But that doesn't negate that I worry about my girls."
"And you have every right to," Dave says. "I worry about my boys on the hour. Mostly because Alvin gets into so much trouble, but you get the point," Dave sighs, as if he's remembering one of Alvin's latest schemes. I feel ashamed for helping him shove a frog into the air vent at school. We evacuated due to the smell and ditched to go to the airfield and watch planes on the hood of his car. It could have been considered romantic if he had actually wanted it to be. "Well, I think you should reconsider. My boys would be happy to watch over the girls anyways. It could be a real experience for them."
"I suppose you're right," Miss Miller finally smiles. I hang up the extension loudly, making Miss Miller jump in the kitchen. I lunge at her, enveloping her into a deep hug. She hangs up and kisses my forehead. "Go tell your sisters to pack," she smiles.
I don't even have the breath to say anything as I break away from her and sprint up the stairs and towards Eleanor and Jeanette. I stop a moment though, and pull out my cell. Of course I'll b there u idiot. I press the send button with a satisfied grin.
~Well, prepare yourself! I feel like you guys have been jipped and I'm sorry :( I put that poll up a million years ago and I'm only just putting this story up! Meh. But this has become my new project, and I'm hoping, like Sadness, it shall be a success! :D Yeah for original work! :)
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