Hello! Just to be clear, this is a CARY story. Ryan Lee rules! Just saw the "Titanium" Music video! *Fangirl Squeal* Ryan is so HOT! XD
P.S., pretend Cary is taller in this story. Like, Joe tall. I don't want anyone to be mad about this, I just made him a little taller.
I also made Cary's last name be Grant. So, his name is Cary Grant. And he is in NO way related to actor Cary Grant. I made his last name start with a G, because I noticed in one scene of the movie, the initials CG are on his back pack. Look really closely during the scene where they go to save Alice, and Joe asks if he has any sparklers. They show him opening his backpack to get the sparkler, and there is a CG across the front of it.
Oh, and they are all 14.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for original characters and idea's.
Chapter 1.
Farrah P.O.V.
Sadness. That's what I felt at the moment, staring out of the window at the sad boy sitting on an old swing set.
Here I am at Joe Lamb, one of my best friends house, for an after funeral service. His mother, Elizabeth recently died in a terrible accident at the mill where she worked.
"His mom's not a zombie." I was brought out of my thoughts by Preston.
"Yeah but she's dead, shithead." I rolled my eyes at Charles and Preston, twirling a piece of my hair. My waist length, wavy blonde hair was pulled back by a black headband, to match my long sleeved, knee length black dress and 2 inch black heels. When I heard Cary say something about the food tasting pretty good, and Charles agreeing, I glared at them and smacked them both on the back of their heads.
"God! Is that seriously how you guys are going to act? For gods sake! We should be trying to make Joe feel better, or something that doesn't involve arguing over the movie, at a service for Joe's mother!" I whispered loud enough so only the boys could hear. Their eye's all widened at my little outburst, before they all looked down, silently saying I was right.
"Lucy! Get down!" Our heads snapped over to Joe's dad, Jack pulling their dog off of a family member. "Has anyone seen Joe?" He asked, then went into the other room. I looked at the guys and sighed.
"I'll be back." Turning on my heel, I politely made my way through the crowd of people to the front door.
"Where are you going Farrah?" Cary called from behind me. I knew the guys were watching me with confused looks, but I ignored them.
Closing the front door behind me, I walked down the stairs and to Joe.
"Joe?" I called gently, taking a step into the snow covered yard. His head snapped up and I could see dry tear stains on his cheeks. He said nothing and patted the swing next to him. I slowly approached him, my heels digging into the snow. Once I was close enough, I sat next to him. I sat there completely silent, letting him know that I was here if he needed me. A black and yellow car pulled up and Louis Dainard stepped out. We watched him go up and into the house. I looked back down at the ground once he disappeared into the front door.
"She loved winter." I looked up from the ground once Joe finally spoke.
"What?" I asked softly.
"Mom, she loved winter. She said that it was her favorite season because of Christmas, and getting to see all of her family." He finally looked up at me, tears leaving his eyes, and a small smile on his face. "We would always sit on the couch and drink hot chocolate, looking out at the snow falling. Everything was always so calm, and we were a happy family, mom, dad and I." I smiled sadly back at him, letting out a single tear of my own.
Just then, we heard shouting coming from the house, and Jack appeared, forcing Louis Dainard out and into the back of his police car.
"I'll be back soon Joseph." Jack said without emotion, then took off down the road with Dainard. I looked back to a sighing Joe.
"We should probably go inside, your going to catch a cold with only that dress on." Joe said. I grabbed his shoulders and he glanced at me.
"You need me more than I need to be warm." I whispered, then pulled him into a brotherly hug. At first he just stood there, but then he hugged me tightly back, and I felt his tears dripping onto my shoulder.
"I miss her." He whispered.
"I know, I know." I cooed gently, motherly instincts kicking in. I stood there with him for a long time, hugging him tighter each time he let out choked sob's or hiccups. I was the only girl in our group, so I was the one the boys came to when they had problems, and didn't want the other guys to see them cry. And the other way around, when I'm sad or something, I go to them.
"You ok now?" I asked when he pulled away. Wiping at his eyes, he nodded and sat back down on the swing.
"Yeah, thanks Fi." A small smile appeared on both of our face's at my nickname. Cary randomly called my Fi one day, and it stuck.
"Alright. Come in once you get to cold." I told him. He let out a little laugh and I kissed his forehead like a sister would, then trudged threw the snow to the driveway. I noticed Cary, Preston, Martin and Charles staring out the window. Once they noticed I caught them looking, they immediately turned and left the window. I rolled my eyes and walked to the front door. Glancing back at Joe one more time, I saw him snap his mothers locket shut, so I entered the house, gently closing the door behind me.
FOUR MONTHS LATER…
"You got me running,
going out of my mind.
You got me thinking that
I'm wasting my time
Don't bring me down,
No no no no no, oh woo whooo!I'll tell you once more,
Before I get off the floor
Don't bring me down."
I hummed to Elo's "Don't bring me down" as I walked out of Lillian middle school. I waved to some of my cheerleading friends, and stuffed my asthma inhaler and emergency shot into my backpack. Yes, I have asthma and I cheerlead. The asthma makes it hard sometimes, but I manage. I saw Joe walking a little bit ahead of my, so I ran to his side.
"Hey Joe!" I greeted cheerfully. He jumped, then grinned.
"God Farrah! You scared the crap out of me!" He shoved me playfully. I laughed and shoved him back. My hair was pulled into a long braid over my right shoulder, and I'm still in my cheerleading outfit. It was our school colors, white and blue. Sleeveless top that cut off 3 inch's below my chest, revealing my stomach, thigh length skirt, and sneakers.
School had just let out for the summer, so we were going to be working on Charles movie more. I helped with the costumes and camera.
"Oh my god. That was the longest day ever. Here." Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Charles came to stand in between Joe and I, handing us both scripts.
"What's this?" I asked, flipping through the papers.
"New scene. Check it out."
"Detective Hathaway has a wife now?" Joe asked, confused.
"I don't know. I think it might make a better movie. I need a better story line and production value." Charles told us.
"Hey! Guys!" I looked up and my smile got bigger as Cary ran over to us and stood next to me. "Hey guys. Martin barfed all over his locker today. It was the grossest one yet!" He exclaimed. I giggled while Charles gave him a look.
"Oh my god! Shut up!" Charles told Cary, earning a smack to his forehead from me. Cary smiled at me, then noticed what I was wearing.
"Nice outfit, Fi." He smirked, gesturing to my exposed stomach. I smacked the back of his head and looked to the side to hide my blush. Ok, so I LIKE like Cary, but only Joe knows. Cary rubbed his head and looked over at Joe, not noticing my red cheeks.
"I have never seen so many colors in my life. So, who's gonna play the wife? Jen?" Joe asked.
"No way. I told you what she did with my top hat."
"What wife?" Cary asked, lost.
"Alice Dainard." Charles said, and I noticed Joe freeze for a second, before running after us. We walked to the little candy store in town and right up to the gumball machine's.
"I was returning that book on codes and ciphers. She was in the silent reading section, and I asked her if she'd play Hathaway's wife." Charles told us, putting his change into the gumball machine.
"Wait. You talked to Alice Dainard, really?" Joe asked, smiling a little. I smirked, knowing he had a crush on her.
"Your not supposed to talk at all in the silent reading section. It's for silent reading." Cary teased Charles.
"Shut up. She said yes. We're filming tonight, and she's driving."
"Driving? Driving where?" I asked, following them into the shop.
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"So, are we gonna blow up some firecrackers?" I asked Cary as we walked down our street. Cary and I have been next door neighbors since we were toddlers, and our mom's are good friends. He turned and smirked at me, excitement in his eyes.
"Duh!" He exclaimed, sliding his backpack off his shoulder and opening it. It was just me and Cary since Joe went to Charles house, after Charles reminded us a thousand times to be on time at midnight.
"I still don't know how you were able to keep those hidden the entire school year." I laughed as some of them spilled out into the grass of my front yard. He shrugged and we bent down to grab them.
"Our teachers were real dumbass's." He said, stuffing them back into his bag. I giggled and handed another box of sparklers to him. When he grabbed them, I glanced down at his bandaged hand, and sighed. That was the only reason I didn't want to do firecrackers. Cary noticed me staring at his hand, and nudged my shoulder playfully.
"Hey, it'll be fine. We'll be really careful." He told me as we stood straight up. We were the same height. I sighed again, thinking about the last time we set off firecrackers.
FLASH BACK:
"Come on Fi! Give me the lighter!" Cary demanded, chasing me around his back yard. I giggled and ran faster. I had taken his lighter away after he went to set off another firecracker. He had already set off 15 in the past 4 minutes!
"No! Not unless you promise no more firecrackers today!" I yelled over my shoulder.
"Oh come on! Just one more!" He pleaded. I let him chase me a little more, before I started to get tired.
"Fine, but only one more!" I panted, plopping down into the grass. He took it from me and grabbed a firecracker. I took deep breaths.
"Here we go!" He exclaimed, and blew yet another firecracker to hell. I pulled my knees to my chest and dug threw my purse.
"Hey Cary!" I yelled, realizing my inhaler was not in my purse. Cary jumped when I yelled and lit the lighter by accident, burning his hand.
"Shit!" He cursed, dropping the lighter on the ground. "Damnit Fi! Why did you…..!" He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed I was having a hard time breathing.
"Farrah! Are you ok?" He panicked, rushing over to me. I shook my head no.
"I need my inhaler, but it's not in my purse." I told him, laying my head in-between my knees. Cary rubbed my back gently, looking all around.
"Where was the last place you set your purse down?"
"Patio." Was all I said. Cary walked over there and began searching. I closed my eyes and concentrated on breathing.
"Do you see it?" I called, getting dizzy.
"No, it's not…. Ah ha! Found it!" I heard him exclaim. A second later, my inhaler was being forced into my hands. I opened my eyes and sent Cary a thankful smile, then let my inhaler do it's magic. Cary gently rubbed my back again, keeping me calm.
"Better?" He asked once I pulled my mouth away and put my inhaler back in my purse.
"Much. Thank you Cary." I smiled at him, then kissed his cheek. He flushed bright red and gave a little smile.
"A-anytime." He stuttered, making me giggle. Only then did I remember he got burned, and grabbed his right hand. Sure enough, it was bright red and bleeding a little.
"Oh gosh Cary! I'm sorry!" I gasped, carefully inspecting his hand.
"Sorry for what?" We both stood up, and I looked at his confused face.
"It's my fault you got burned." I said sadly. He squeezed my hand and shook his head.
"No it's not Fi. I'm the moron who didn't even realize my best friend was having an asthma attack." He told me with a sheepish smile. I laughed a little and grabbed my purse, flinging it over my shoulder. I then dragged him into his house.
"What are you doing?" He asked as I threw my purse down on his kitchen counter. I pulled him over to the sink and turned the fosset on Luke warm.
"I'm stopping your hand from getting infected." And with that, I forced his burned hand under the water.
"Jesus!" He winced, pulling his hand to his chest. I frowned and got some soap from the soap dispenser on the kitchen counter.
"Sorry, should have told you it would hurt." I apologized, rubbing the soap together in my hands.
"You think?" He said in a "Duh!" tone, but he still smiled. I rolled my eyes and reached for his hand. My mom was a nurse at the hospital, and she teaches me first aid all the time.
"I said sorry! Now, give me your hand." He backed up a little and shook his head no, like a five year old.
"I don't think so! That's gonna burn like hell." I sighed and gave him my puppy dog look.
"Yes it will, but it needs to be cleaned, or it'll get infected. Please Cary? Please?" I pouted, puffing out my bottom lip. He glared at me.
"Stop that!" He commanded. I just blinked my eyes really fast and made whimpering noise's. With a defeated sigh, he stomped back over to me. "Fine, you win!" He said dramatically. I grinned and gently took his hand.
"Yay! Like I said, this is gonna burn, but only for a few seconds." I reassured him. He nodded and let me run his hand under the water. I apologized every time he flinched or cursed, carefully rubbing the soap all over his hand. Finally, he seemed to calm down, and I felt his hand un-tense in mine.
"You know, I can wash my own hands." He said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and stayed quiet. Letting go of his hand, I dried my own off.
"Keep running your hand under the water for a few more seconds." I told him, pulling my hair back into a bun. I heard Cary let out a slight gasp once he saw my neck, or more like it, the bruise on my neck.
"What the hell is that?" He asked, anger in his voice. I shrugged and then dried his hand off.
"My dad got angry again." I stated simply. He sighed and I looked up at him.
"Farrah, you have to tell someone!" He exclaimed, sitting in a kitchen chair. I pulled some medical gauze out of one of the cabinets and sat in the chair next to him.
"I told you." I wrapped his hand in the bandage like gauze, ripping it with my teeth.
"I mean like your mom, Fi." My head shot up and my eyes went wide.
"No! I already told you why I cant do that! If he ever found out I told my mom, he would attack her, or Sadie." I exclaimed, my eyes watering at the thought of my mother or little sister getting hurt just because I couldn't keep my mouth shut. "And it's a miracle that he hasn't found out that you know!" I added, standing up and putting the gauze away once his hand was taken care of. He came up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder.
"Alright, fine. Just, please be careful." He begged. I nodded and he hugged me. I hugged back and sighed. My dad doesn't beat me constantly like some other kids, but when he's drunk or angry enough, he does some pretty good damage. And, he always threatens me, saying if I tell anyone, he'll hurt mom or my sister.
Pulling away from our hug, I gave Cary a little smile.
"Does your hand feel better?" I asked. He nodded and shot me a smile.
"It's funny how you know exactly where everything in my house is." He said, examining his hand. I grinned and sat back down.
"I've been in here enough." I told him. Cary and I spent the rest of the day hanging out, talking and watching T.V.
END FLASHBACK.
I was brought out of my thoughts by Cary talking again.
"I promise not to burn myself this time." I laughed and nodded.
"Alright, lets go!" I said, jogging up to my house, Cary behind me. I opened the door and let Cary in.
"Mom! I'm home!" I shouted, closing the door and dragging Cary behind me into the kitchen. I found mom, Nancy, at the kitchen sink, washing her hands.
"Hey sweetie, hello Cary." She smiled warmly at us, turning the water off.
"Hey Mrs. Jackson." Cary smiled and waved. Mom gestured to the two plates sitting on the kitchen table.
"I figured you'd both be hungry. Dig in!" Mom wiped her hands with a towel, while Cary grinned and went for one of the sandwiches. Mom laughed as Cary began to devour his food and I rolled my eyes, taking the seat next to him.
"Thanks mom." She smiled and leaned against the counter top.
"So, how was the last day of school?" She asked, letting her hair out of it's tight bun.
"Mphtwsbrng!" Cary said with his mouth full. I flicked his forehead and he glared playfully at me.
"It was ok, I guess. Boring, like every other day." I answered, then bit into my own sandwich. Mom smiled and kissed my forehead.
"Alright then. I'm going to go get cleaned up. You two have fun, and don't burn the house down." She sent a smile to Cary, who swallowed and gave a sheepish smile in return. Mom left the room and I heard her foot steps upstairs. After we finished our little snack, I quickly changed into long jeans and a baby blue tank top that showed like an inch of my stomach, then we took off into my backyard, where we spent 3 hours playing with firecrackers and just hanging out.
"Cary! Time for dinner!" Our heads snapped up and over to Cary's back yard, where his mother had the backdoor open and was waving him over. Cary sighed and turned to me.
"Gotta go. I'll come get you at midnight." He told me. I nodded and smiled.
"Ok, see you later." We grinned at each other before he turned and ran for his house. I watched him turn and wave, before disappearing inside. Sighing, I turned and walked into my own house. When my father Tom's voice rang out, I almost slammed my fingers in the door.
"Still hanging around that boy, I see." I took a deep breath and turned around to my father, a dirty look on my face.
"His name is Cary, and yes I hang out with him." Dad glared at me, and was about to say something when Sadie, my 10 year old sister, entered the room.
"Hey Farrah!" She threw her backpack onto the ground and gave me a huge hug. I smiled and hugged her back, glancing at my dad. He rolled his eyes and grabbed a beer out of the fridge.
"Hey Sadie, how was school?" I asked once she let go of me. She shrugged and sat down at the table.
"Stupid. I'm just glad it's summer now!" I laughed at my sisters excitement. Her short blonde hair was pulled into two little pig tails at her neck. Dad smiled at her and picked her up.
"So princess, how's about we go get some ice cream after dinner?" He asked. He treated her like a princess, and only acted like I was his daughter too when she or mom were around. Her eyes got wide with excitement and she squealed yes repeatedly. Just then mom walked in and kissed Sadie's head.
"I heard something about ice cream." Mom smiled, setting plates of food at the table. After washing our hands, we all sat down and talked about our days, dad pretending to care when I spoke.
30 minutes later after helping mom clean up, Sadie tugged at dad's sleeve.
"Can we go get ice cream now?" She whined. Dad ruffled her hair and laughed with mom, while I gave a small smile.
"Course we can kido. Go put your jacket on." Sadie clapped her hands and ran to the front door. Mom followed after her, laughing. Dad turned to me and gave me a look. I rolled my eyes and leaned against the counter.
"Don't worry, I'm not coming." I hissed, glaring at him. He let out a cold laugh.
"I couldn't care less. Oh, and I'm working tonight." He told me, turning around and leaving the room.
"Hallelujah." I whispered to myself. At least I wouldn't have to deal with him before I sneak out. Mom came back in the kitchen and gave me a confused look.
"Come on sweetie, we're leaving now." She had my jacket in her hand, and held it out to me. I faked a groan and clutched my stomach.
"I don't think I'm gonna go mom. I've got a really bad stomach ache." I scrunched up my face so it looked like I was in pain. She frowned and laid my jacket over the back of a chair. Putting her hand to my forehead, she looked concerned.
"You don't feel hot. Hhmm…. Do you want me to stay with you?" She asked, pushing my hair out of my face. I shook my head and gave a small smile.
"No mom, I'll be ok. I'll probably just go lay down and watch T.V." I told her, grabbing a cup and filling it with water.
"Are you sure, I don't want you to….." I cut her off.
"It's ok mom! I've got my medicine in my pocket. I'll be fine!" I laughed. She sighed and kissed my forehead.
"Alright, we'll be back in a while." I nodded and she walked away. Once I heard the front door close, I grabbed my jacket and went upstairs. It was 7:00, so I plopped down on my bed and watched T.V.
They came back almost an hour later at 8:00, laughing and talking happily. Mom checked on me and I pretended to be asleep. After she left the room, I sat up against my headboard and grabbed a random book off my nightstand. At 8:30, I heard my dad leave for work, and smiled. I switched back and forth from reading to watching T.V. until my clock read 12:00.
"Charles to Farrah, you there?" Charles voice rang out of my little walkie-talkie. I got off my bed and pressed the talk button.
"This is she." I whispered so my mom wouldn't wake up.
"Ok, now don't…"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah! Don't get caught. I know how it goes." I cut him off, rolling my eyes. I heard him huff and stifled a giggle.
"Whatever. Charles out." Turning off my walkie-talkie, I set it down on my nightstand. I re-did my braid and stuffed some pillows under my blankets incase mom checked up on me again.
Clink! Clink!
I pulled my jean jacket on and turned off my lamp. Quickly and quietly, I tip-toed over to my window. Cary was standing at the bottom of the oak tree outside my window looking up at me, pile of pebbles in his hand. Smiling, I pulled the window open and forced my left leg out first. Once it came into contact with the sturdy branch, I pulled my whole body out, and quietly shut the window.
Climbing down the tree, I heard Cary humming to "My Sharona" by "The Knack". Smiling to myself, I reached the branch closest to the ground, which hung 5 feet above the ground. Plopping my butt down on it, I reached my arms towards Cary. He rolled his eyes, but reached up and took my hands anyway. After he helped me down, I brushed of my pants and grinned at him.
"Thank you!" I said in a little girls voice.
"Yeah, yeah. Now lets go before Charles has a cow!" He took off down the road, me following close behind.
Well? Was it good, or did it suck? Review! ^.^
Here is how I imagine my characters:
Farrah Jackson: Evan Rachel Wood. Look up "Thirteen" and imagine Farrah like that, except with longer, wavy hair and less make up.
Sadie Jackson: Madison Lintz. If you've ever seen the A.M.C. series "The Walking Dead", then Sadie looks like Sophia, and if you haven't, look it up.
Tom Jackson: Matt Damon. Now don't kill me, I'm a HUGE Matt Damon fan, but I just see him as Tom, so blegh.
Nancy Jackson: Rebecca De Mornay. Look up "Flipped" 2010, and she is Bryce's mother. That's how I see her, except for slightly longer hair.
There you have it. Bye! :D